by Helena Ray
Robin looked between him and Bryant several times and felt nothing but love and acceptance. This was what she wanted. Forever.
“I’m sure,” she said.
She heard Bryant laugh next to her. “You heard what the lady wants.” He turned Robin so that he sat behind her and spat in his hand. Robin felt his saliva-slickened dick press against her puckered hole. Bryant pushed into her, leaving her gasping for air. This time, the pain vanished almost instantly and transformed into a whirlpool of pleasure. Once Bryant had started a rhythm, Alexander spread her legs and moved his substantial cock to sit against her entrance. He pressed against her drenched folds, forcing her to fuck the tip of his cock with each of Bryant’s strokes.
“I love you.” Alexander whispered the words while looking deep into Robin’s eyes, and then Alexander thrust the full length of his cock into her in one stroke. She moaned at the invasion and the sudden feeling of complete fullness. Vaguely, a voice at the back of her mind told her that someone might overhear, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the perfect back and forth motion of the two men that held her in between them.
Bryant’s strokes became harder and faster, and he reached around to Robin’s chest. He wiggled his fingers underneath her dress and pulled at a nipple, eliciting another scream. When Alexander reached down and rubbed circles over her clit while he fucked her, Robin could no longer contain herself. Her inner muscles clenched, milking the two cocks fucking her. Both stroked into her at once and propelled her into the heaven of bodily indulgence that she’d only dared to dream over the past month. As she bucked her hips, Bryant exploded into her ass, panting as he spilled his seed deep inside her. The force of Bryant’s and Robin’s orgasms pushed Alexander into their shared transcendental bliss.
After they all came down off their high, Bryant stroked the sweaty strands of hair off Robin’s forehead.
“You’ve done to me what I do for a living.”
“Huh?”
“You’ve tamed me. I’m all yours, Robin.”
Robin felt a blush rising to her cheeks at his statement.
“Me, too,” Alexander added. “You’re all I want now. You’re everything.”
She looked between her two admirers and laughed.
“You two are a handful, but you know me.” She gave them a smug smile. “I’m always up for a challenge.”
Epilogue
Robin Abrams-Clare poked her head around the corner into what had formerly been Alexander’s private card room. In the past year, she, Alexander, and Bryant had transformed it into a living area for all of them. It was a symbolic gesture on Alexander’s part, and he had delighted in turning his den of inequity into somewhere they could all relax in front of the fire. Or, you know, do other things in front of the fire.
Alexander sat deeply engrossed in the bound manuscript of the book she’d written about his great-grandfather, Max Abrams. “Is it okay?” she asked nervously, crossing into the room.
His eyes darted back and forth over the words, finishing a paragraph before lightly setting the book down with his place marked. “It’s brilliant, darling.” He pulled Robin closer to his chair, and she fell into his lap with a small scream of surprise.
“Hey, quit having too much fun without me.” Bryant followed Robin into their living room, his open, friendly expression contradicting his words.
“It’s always about you, isn’t it, Bryant?” All three burst into laughter at the absurdity of Alexander’s words.
Life was like this now. Soon after the Cotillion, Robin had resigned from her job at the Meadows Museum and moved permanently to Male Order. She and Alexander were formally married in the Male Order courthouse. Bryant had insisted on Robin marrying Alexander due to the strict clauses in the Abrams family legal documents. After all, there needed to be another headstrong, handsome Abrams heir. Later, Gillian and her husbands performed a commitment ceremony to wed Robin to Bryant, even if only informally.
As a wedding present, Alexander had a state-of-the-art archival facility constructed on the estate, and dubbed it the Lawrence Archival Library. Robin had worked tirelessly to track down all the missing letters, and her task was reaching completion. Also, she worked to compile all of her notes from her summer work in the archive and published a new, enlightening text on the life of Max Abrams.
So much has happened, she thought. But she was about to deliver the biggest news of all.
“Bry, Alexander,” she said quietly, feeling the shyness that still returned in moments of anxiety. “I have news.” She reached down and pressed her hand to her stomach.
“Is that...” Bryant started.
“Are you...” Alexander chimed in.
She turned her head side to side and kissed each of her husbands on the cheek.
“Hope you two are well rested because there’s going to be a new member of the Abrams-Clare family. And judging by the parents, the little rugrat is going to be a handful.”
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Helena Ray has always maintained that the world inside her head is much more exciting than the real world. Growing up as an only child, she spent many happy afternoons dreaming up companions. These included her evil twin in Mexico, puppets that would pop up out of the ground, and many a talking dog. Born the daughter of a newspaperman and a lawyer, words have always been a vital part of her life. Over the years, her love affair with the written word turned torrid, and she couldn’t stop herself from following in her parents’ footsteps.
She loves to travel, and her most recent adventures have included several trips to Paris, leisurely weekends on Lake Constance in Germany, and raucous nights in Dublin. She has traveled all over the United Kingdom and has lived in London and northern England. Currently, Helena lives in Texas with her very handsome boyfriend, his two cats, and her also quite handsome dog. She hopes that readers have as much fun occupying her imaginary worlds as she has creating them.
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