Cal turned his head, ignoring the three of them.
“Let’s go.” Abby feathered her fingers through Deacon’s strong hands and then Cole’s. “I want to go home.”
They followed her outside, closing the door to the compound behind them.
Abby felt her knees buckle, but Deacon held her steady. “I think you better ride home with me, sweetheart. Cole can drive your car.”
“Of course.” Cole looked for her keys.
He buckled her in the front seat as Deacon stuck the key in the ignition. She looked at them. “That drive is blank.”
“What the fuck?” Deacon stammered.
“I had to think of something. It was all I could come up with.”
Cole laughed so hard he almost hit the top of his head on the inside roof of the car. “You are the smartest woman I know, Abby.”
She bit the inside of her cheek. “I can hack him now and get the insurance policy. If you want, I can do it?”
Deacon shook his head. “I think he’s scared shitless. We’ll worry about that later if we have to. I have a feeling he isn’t going to bother any of us.”
Cole kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll see you at the house.”
“I’ve got a meeting.” She remembered the design team expected to see more details about Soar.
Cole shook his head. “No. The three of us are taking the rest of the day off.”
“And doing what?” she asked.
Deacon’s hand squeezed her thigh. “What we do best.” He winked.
Epilogue
Four months later
Abby stretched her arms overhead, reveling in the softness of the bed. She realized the bed was empty. She sat forward, letting the sheet fall from her bare chest. She looked at her breasts. They were huge. Rounder and fuller than they’d ever been.
She strained her ears to listen for Deacon or Cole, but the master suite was quiet.
She sank into the pillows letting her hands fall to her belly. It was round. She caressed the gentle slope, whispering.
“Your daddies are here somewhere.” She grinned. “I bet they went to get us breakfast.” She was suddenly starving.
It seemed to be how she started the day. Now that the morning sickness had eased up, Abby loved waking up and feeling how different her body was. It brimmed with life. She had never felt more sensual or alive.
The door creaked open. She smiled when she saw Deacon.
“Good morning.” He grinned.
“Good morning.”
“How are you feeling?” He walked in carrying a tray of fruit and tea.
“Now that you’re here, we’re much better.” She giggled.
He placed the tray on the table and sat next to her. He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her until she mewed.
His hand dropped to her breast. “I love how beautiful your body is,” he growled. He held her weighted breast in his palm. Abby sighed.
He coasted over her nipple, grazing her belly. “And knowing my baby is inside you.” He kissed her again. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
She moaned as the kiss deepened. Her body fired with new tingles of sensation. Everything was heightened in this pregnancy. She wondered if it was double the pleasure most women felt.
“Don’t forget the other baby,” she teased.
“That’s right.” Cole walked into the room. “My baby is in there too.” He crawled onto the bed, pinning her under him with a delicious kiss.
“Mmm,” she moaned.
Deacon moved his hand to the side as Cole fit his along the edge of her belly. It was bump noticeable to the three of them because they knew what was inside. They knew how beautiful the lives were that were growing because of Abby’s love.
Abby broke free and glanced down at their hands on her belly. She didn’t know if she had ever loved these two men as much as she did right now.
“I still can’t believe we’re having twins,” she whispered. Deacon’s hand was the first to sink deeper between her legs.
“What did you think would happen?” Cole kissed her neck and lowered to her breast. He plucked her nipple between his teeth.
Her head rolled to the side, moaning as Deacon slipped a finger inside her. They were easier with her. More gentle, even when she begged for them to take things deeper or harder. They had already taken the role of fatherhood seriously. They worshipped her body in new ways.
“You’re happy?” she asked, feeling her core tingle with electricity.
“Are you kidding?” Deacon flicked a free hand over her clit. “These babies are going to be amazing. With you as their mother…” He pumped a finger inside her as her back arched off the bed.
Cole’s tongue lapped at her nipple. “So fucking amazing.”
Abby was lost in the dizzying haze of their lust. The things they could do to her body. Cole rolled on his back, dragging her on top of him. Her eyes locked on his as she scooted down to his waist.
Deacon was behind her, adjusting his cock to her pussy.
“Ohh, Deac,” she hissed, wishing her would take her like he did in Vegas.
Cole’s sapphire eyes sparkled. “Let me fuck you next, baby.”
“Together?” she asked.
He shook his head. “No way.”
She wanted them inside her again. She wanted to feel the fullness of everything they had created. But they were both so worried about her, creating new rules and guidelines that she thought were too restrictive.
“What if I told you we were having boys?” She grinned wickedly.
“What?” Cole almost rolled her to the floor in his surprise. Deacon caught her.
“Did you just say we’re having boys?”
She nodded, trying to hide the excitement she felt.
“I found out yesterday, but I was waiting until all three of us were together to tell you. I’m carrying your sons.”
Cole groaned. “Deac?” He looked over her shoulder.
“Please. Just fuck me a little, Cole. Please. There’s one place you belong. Please fuck me.”
“Shit,” he murmured. “How can I say no to you? I’m never easy on your ass, baby.”
She smiled. “I want it.” She felt her stomach do somersaults. She loved this more than anything. Sex with both of them at once.
Deacon kissed her back. She knew they were going to give in. She was giddy, and thrilled. Controlled by hormones and lust. They switched places and Abby happily climbed on Deacon, sliding his shaft deep inside her.
“Oh yes,” she moaned. It was home. Exactly where it was meant to be. She rode him with long sensual thrusts, rotating through her hips, squeezing his cock, feeling every thick inch of him.
Deacon’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Fucking nirvana.”
Cole pressed against her ass, rubbing it gently as his cock began to penetrate it. She didn’t need all the toys anymore of the special preparation. He had taken it, trained it, made it his.
“Oh, Cole,” she squealed as he pushed into her with a gentleness she’d never experienced with him.
Her eyes flew open to meet Deacon’s.
“We’re taking care of you and them.” He trailed his fingers over her swollen belly, as if that explained this style of lovemaking.
It felt so good taking it slow. It was satisfying in a new way. They eased in and out of her, rocking her orgasm to the surface before she could catch it and reign it in.
“Oh, God,” she called to the ceiling, as they both pushed inside her together. “I love you,” she whimpered. “I love you so much.”
The three of them came together in a last burst of thunder and lightning, searing the love and ecstasy into their skin.
Cole pulled out of her and laid down next to Deacon, making room for her to snuggle between them. Abby was on her side, trying to catch her breath.
“I take it you’re happy about the news?” she giggled.
Deacon laughed. “I don’t know how you kept that secret all night.”
She lo
oked at Cole. “You were working late last night. It didn’t seem fair to tell only one of you. But I’ve been dying to tell you they are both boys. I found out three weeks earlier than I thought I would.”
He kissed her. “A son? Two sons? This is incredible.”
She felt the love and warmth wrap around her. Deacon’s hand rested on her stomach. Their babies were safe and protected. No, it wasn’t conventional. No, it wasn’t what she had planned in her life.
But falling in love with these men was meant to be. This was her happily ever after. Now she knew the real meaning of family. The meaning of truth and safety. It was all here in this bed. Their arms wrapped around her as Abby drifted to sleep.
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1
Kane
It was seventeen to thirteen and we had the ball. Bottom of the fourth quarter, with less than a minute left on the clock and zero time outs remaining.
That was my moment. The moment I lived for. The moment I always played for.
Coach called for a screenplay and we lined left. The fat fucker across from me lifted his head and pointed directly at me. Mistake. I knew he was coming for me.
I glanced at Aaron on my right and then Joe on my left. They both nodded, letting me know they had my back. No one would get through them.
“Down set. Hut one. Hut two. Hike,” I called.
I caught the ball as the center spiked it backward between his legs. I took a step back and tapped the ball, searching the field for an open player. I scanned from one side to the other.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
No one was open.
Some people panic in moments like that, but not me.
The adrenaline pumped through my veins and I saw the field with perfect clarity. Every one of my teammates was covered. Two guys barreled down on me fast from the right as my head jerked the opposite way. That was when my focus was the sharpest. When I could see what no one else could. The tiniest opening just to my left ahead about three yards.
I didn’t hesitate. I couldn’t afford to second-guess my gut. Ever.
My feet kicked into gear, racing against time, against the defense, and against the clock. I squeezed through the sliver of space and then swerved to the right, avoiding the arms of a grizzly linebacker. I could see the end zone ahead. The goal post beckoning me like a lover’s arms.
Ten yards to go.
Five.
Two.
I crossed the line of white chalk, hurling my body forward. The stadium erupted in screams and cheers. I was pretty damn sure they were chanting my name after that touchdown.
The team rushed the field and somewhere, one of the guys poured a jug of Gatorade over the coach’s head in fun. I was clapped on the shoulder and smacked on the ass so many times I lost count as we made our way to the locker room.
We were one game closer to playoffs.
“Hell of a game, Kane. Hell of a game.”
I nodded at Coach as he veered off toward the administrative offices. I ducked into the locker room, knowing it would be a fucking circus inside.
This was where the real party began.
It was already out of control. Beer cans cracked open. The music blasted.
I was in fucking heaven.
“You going out with us?” Joe asked, slapping a towel toward me.
“Yeah, Kane. You going?”
I faced my two linemen. It was a stupid question. I cracked a smile and they both laughed.
“I’ve got press, then I’ll meet you out.” The shower was calling my name.
“You fucking know it.” They bumped fists and I had a feeling tonight was going to be epic.
The hot spray of the shower slid against my tired muscles. My high from the game faded and in its place was an aching and soreness that could only be replaced by the thought of the after party.
Coming down off of a win always sucked. The thrill faded and the adrenaline subsided far too quickly, leaving me searching for other ways to fulfill my lust for the rush.
Not many other things in this world could equal the same kind of buzz I got when scoring on the field, but one of them came pretty damn close.
I loved chasing women.
Actually, I loved what I got to do with the women after I caught them. The chase was just part of the game they liked to play. I called it a game because they all wanted to be caught. They just liked to play a little hard to get.
I had yet to find a woman who could be honest and up front about what she wanted. They liked to think they were going to be the one to finally snag the infamous Kane Hawkins. I let them believe whatever crazy fairytales they drummed up, when in reality I just wanted to fuck.
I was a sex junkie. I never denied it.
All of my time off the field was spent getting wasted or getting my freak on. My agent, Savannah James, hated it and advised me quite regularly that I shouldn't be so free with the dick, but it was a part of who I was. If I saw a woman in need, then I felt like it was my duty to help her out.
Savannah said I was her biggest pain in the ass and that was saying something. She represented some pretty big douches, but their antics were preschool compared to mine.
My reputation started in high school. I was caught under the bleachers by the school principal fucking a hot ass redhead that just so happened to also be my biology teacher.
Twice.
Yeah.
That didn't end so well, but it fueled my reputation. A reputation I was proud of.
Playboy.
Asshole.
I'd been called it all. There was a time I used to let it bother me, but those times had long since passed.
There was no reason to change. Why should I?
I intended to die in the throes of passion when I was eighty with a twenty-something little minx. A bachelor until the day I died.
Some men liked to play the field until they found someone they thought they could settle down with and spend the rest of their lives with. Five years in, they realized it wasn’t what they wanted and then decided to bail, leaving the woman at home to raise a baby with no money and no help. I refused to be one of those men.
Marriage is a joke.
And I don’t get the punch line.
At least the way I’d done things had always been upfront. Women knew what they were getting when they decided they wanted a night with me. It was never more than sex. And it sure as hell was never less. I played football like a rock star and fucked even better.
The DC Sharks were creatures of habit. We ate in the same restaurants. Drank in the same bars. Chased ass in the same clubs. Call us territorial bastards, but we liked to stake out our grounds.
As I walked into Catch, I was hit with the familiarity of a place I had spent practically every night after a big win.
The succulent smell of perfume and sex hit my nostrils. I breathed in deep, feeling my cock stir in my pants. Somewhere in a dark corner I heard the sounds of pleasure and my dick hardened. I fucking loved this place.
I made my way to my usual table and waited for the rest of the guys. I thought I would be the last one. The press conference with Coach was short and sweet. I wasn’t much for reporter questions. We won. What was there to talk about?
A cute little waitress saddled up to the table within moments. She looked young and innocent. Her uniform fit like a glove, tight in all the right places. Her breasts were pushed together, bobbing over the edge of her shirt. I could almost envision her on her knees with her mouth wrapped around my cock. My hands fisted
tight in her pig tails while I fucked her mouth. It was as if this moment was supposed to happen—this girl was meant to help me celebrate my win.
She nervously tucked her hair behind her ear. “H-hi. Can I get you something to drink?” she asked.
I leaned forward. I’d never seen her here before. She looked out of place. Almost too good for Catch. Too good to serve me. It was the lightness in her eyes and the way her blond hair fell over her shoulders in waves. She was a good girl.
“A couple of beers,” I answered. My eyes trailed her throat. Damn, she was gorgeous.
She scribbled down my order on her waitress pad. “Anything else?” she asked.
“I guess you’re new here?”
She chewed her bottom lip. Damn, her nervousness was even sexy. “It’s that obvious?”
“Not many girls write down two beers.” I chuckled.
Her eyes fell to the floor. Shit.
“Sorry.” Her voice was soft and apologetic.
“No need.” I grinned. “I think you’re doing a fine job.”
Before I could tell her what else she could do for me, she turned and darted off toward the bar for my beers.
“She’s hot,” Joe said, slapping my back as he walked up behind me.
He caught me staring through her clothes as if I had X-ray vision.
“No shit,” I snorted. I wanted him to know I had first dibs on her.
He turned the chair next to me, straddling it. “You asshole. You always get the best ones," he said, punching my shoulder. I grinned and nodded, knowing it was true.
Maybe the guys deferred because I was the quarterback, or maybe it was because I had established how things worked on the team. I really didn’t care as long as they understood the system. I always walked out of here with the girl I wanted.
“Sorry, man. Did you see those fucking tits?” I shrugged my shoulders.
“You’d have to be blind to miss them,” he replied, studying her ass while she cleaned the table next to ours. “How’d you beat me here?”
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