by Aspen Grey
“This,” I smiled. “All of this happened because of you falling asleep in—”
“Shhh!” he scolded me with a smile. “We don’t need to talk about that again! But, yes. Yes, it is crazy.”
“Violet, have you ever met people like us?” I asked. “Three people in one relationship?”
I don’t know exactly what compelled me to ask such a question at that moment. Maybe it was the hormones. Maybe it was just the feeling of such an enormous life change taking place. Or maybe it was just me being silly and selfish and wanting to hear some praise from her. It felt good to know that we’d come together and made such an impossible sounding relationship happen.
“I’ve met swingers,” she replied. “But never anyone like you. From what I’ve seen with you three, I have no doubt you’re all in it for the long haul. This whole house just feels so alive with love!”
“It is,” Sawyer replied firmly. I couldn’t believe the strength in him, to go from such a terrible event, a life-threatening attack, being wounded and recovering and now being by my side as a supportive mate. If he wasn’t the most perfect example of an alpha then my name wasn’t Max.
“Do you think your parents are going to make it, Elijah?”
Someone had called them a few minutes ago, and Pacific Beach was only a few minutes away, but based on the feelings inside me, the baby wasn’t going to wait on them. My mother was supposed to get in tonight, so even if she missed the actual birth, she’d be here to help me after.
“They should,” Elijah replied. “I don’t know what’s taking them so long.”
“San Diego traffic,” Violet grumbled. “How are you feeling, dear?”
“Like I’m about to pop,” I replied, managing to chuckle, but as I did, a contraction seized my body and forced a grunt out of my mouth.
“Oh, I think you are,” she smiled, putting pressure on my forehead with one hand. It made me feel secure, with all of them focused on me and what I was going through, and their grip on me was like a physical expression of the love I felt in the room. “Okay, you need to start pushing for me. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” I grimaced as a stomach spasm hit me and clenched my body like a giant’s grip closing around me.
“You can do this, baby,” Elijah told me.
“Walk in the park,” Sawyer added, his strong hand on my arm.
“I can feel it!” I stammered, closing my eyes and focusing on the sensations racing through my body. I was terrified, but also thrilled at experiencing something new and knowing what kind of joy it would bring to us.
We’re going to be a real family…
It would give Sawyer the chance to start again—to forge memories that weren’t tainted with abuse and neglect, and to bring all of us together in a way that we’d never been before—we’d be whole.
“Okay, it’s time to really push for me, dear,” Violet told me, her voice filled with a confidence that told me that no matter what happened next, I’d be okay. I summoned whatever strength I had inside of me, pictured our lives together, felt the love flowing through me like a stream of pure endorphins, clenched my teeth together and pushed.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Max
“They’re just so beautiful,” my mother said for the tenth time in the last five minutes, her voice waking me from the nap I’d managed to stumble into. She was doing her best to be quiet, but failing miserably. I also had a sneaking suspicion that she was so excited about sharing the moment with me that she didn’t really care if she ended up waking me up.
I opened my tired mouth to speak, but Sawyer spoke for me. “They really are.”
They…I thought, smiling as I remembered Violet’s voice after the first one came out.
“Oh my God!” she’d cried out. “Max, there’s—there’s another one!”
And that hadn’t been it either. There’d been another another one after that. Three in all. Triplets. We hadn’t gone in for an ultrasound, of course, and I hadn’t grown any bigger than normal or anything, so there was no real reason to expect anything. But to me, it made perfect sense. It was fate.
One for each of us.
And that’s how we’d ended up after I’d given birth—each of us holding one of our children, grinning like idiots. Proud idiots.
“We’re going to have our hands full,” Elijah said, his arms full on the other side of the room.
“Would you like it any other way?” his father, John, asked from beside him. Elijah’s parents had arrived shortly after the fireworks, and had wasted no time doing their best to be as useful as possible. I’d been a little more than out of it when I met them, and felt bad that I hadn’t been able to be as polite to Suzanne, his mother, as I normally would have been. Of course she’d cut me some slack though.
“Of course not,” Sawyer said. “Everything happens for a reason.”
“That’s right,” I smiled, resituating myself beneath the blanket Elijah’s mother had brought for me. It was warm and heavy, like someone lying on me and cuddling.
“How long are we going to have to keep calling them ‘boy,’ though?” my mother asked. We hadn’t named the boys yet, as we’d been so shocked at how many of them had arrived, that we had gone back to square one.
Elijah had suggested doing something like Max, Matt and Marcus or Josh, Joel and Jimmy, but Sawyer had put the kibosh on that immediately saying it would be inevitable that we’d end up mixing them up or the kids at school would start singing horribly disgusting nursery rhymes about them to make fun of them. Of course, their being alphas would help mitigate most of that, but kids will be kids…and not all of them are wonderful.
Not like mine…
“Hey, it worked for Sandra Bullock in Bird Box, didn’t it?” John chuckled.
“Oh, God!” Suzanne snorted. “Not that movie again!”
“You didn’t like it?” Elijah joked. Suzanne held up a hand that simply said, “Don’t get me started.”
“Why don’t you name them all after their grandfathers?” John suggested. “Little Johnny…little…?”
His voice trailed off as he looked over at Sawyer and me, waiting for us to fill in the blanks with the names of our fathers. At first I thought Sawyer might balk at the idea, wishing to completely distance himself from his old family, but his expression shifted and after a moment he nodded.
“Leonard,” he finally said. John’s eyes shifted to me.
“Alexander,” I replied.
“Johnny, Leonard and Alexander,” Elijah mused, looking to Sawyer and then to me. I looked back at him, then across the room to the members of my new family, which had grown considerably in the last few hours. Then, I slowly nodded.
“I like it,” I told everyone. John smiled, proud of himself for his suggestion.
“Strong names,” my mom agreed, bouncing one of the boys in her arms. “Which one will this little boy be?”
“Alexander,” I told her. I don’t know why, but it felt right.
“Then I’ve got Johnny,” Sawyer announced.
“And I’ve got Leonard,” Elijah said.
They all had gray eyes so far, which Violet told me was normal. They’d grow into their own colors soon enough, and they had messy blond hair that would probably stay like that as they grew.
Taking a deep breath, I held my hands out to my mother. Without having to say anything, she understood, and handed me Alexander. He gurgled something between a cry and a laugh as she gave him to me, and I settled him in so he could nurse. I had a feeling that by the end of the week, I’d be ready to melt into a puddle of exhaustion from taking care of the hungry little boys, but that was part of the joy of being a father, right?
The feeling of nurturing my child, something I’d created, was beyond anything I had known and was impossible to describe. It was something you had to experience, and I felt bad for those people out there who vowed, for some reason, to never have children. When Elijah and I were in our rut, the idea of me getting pregnant wasn’t ev
en something we discussed. But of course, after meeting Sawyer and doing our…thing…it wasn’t just a possibility—it was a certainty.
To never know the love of a child that you’d created suckling at your chest, taking its strength and life from you, would be such a sorrow, and I couldn’t help but think about just how my life would have turned out had Elijah and I never had our wild idea and gone out that night and run into Sawyer.
But maybe it was fate. That was a thing, right? Fated mates? But wasn’t that only for pairs? Couples? Twosomes? Did it apply here to us in our “strange” little relationship? It sure seemed like it, because when I thought back to that first time with Sawyer, when I gazed into his eyes and knew instantly that I wanted him—needed him—to breed me, that he was the one for me. The one for us.
To be honest, it had taken our parents a little while to understand and accept what was going on. But I understood that. It wasn’t “normal” what we were doing, but once they saw how happy we were and just how good we were together, they’d accepted it. I’d been afraid it would be hard for them, and even had nightmares about what would happen if they ended up being opposed to our nontraditional arrangement, but now, as I lay back on the couch with Alexander on my chest, I realized just how stupid I’d been for worrying.
“Mom,” I said as I felt the blanket of sleep begin to drape itself across my eyes.
“Yes, sweetie?” she replied, her voice warm like hot chocolate.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“And so do I,” Sawyer added.
“And me too,” Elijah said.
Filled with warmth, I smiled and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Elijah
I was exhausted, but that was to be expected. Taking care of three baby boys and a mate who’d just given birth wasn’t exactly setting up a new TV or working on someone’s wireless internet connectivity issues. It was a full-time job, and even with the parents being here, everyone was chipping in to keep the house running. But for now, just for right now, I needed a shower. Desperately.
I’d chosen the one upstairs so I could just take a moment to get away from the hustle and bustle of things and clean myself off and head back downstairs feeling fresh. I turned on the water and stepped beneath its stream and closed my eyes, letting the warmth spill over me like a refreshing hot spring. I reached for the soap, but as I did, I felt a presence behind me. I didn’t even have to turn around. There was no mistaking that scent.
“Mmmm, come to join me, Sawyer?” I said coyly as he moved up behind me, naked as the day he was born, and slid an arm around my waist.
“I thought we could both use a quick break,” he said with a smile into my ear.
“A quickie?” I whispered. “Is that what you’re saying?”
It was rare that Sawyer and I ever “got down” together without Max being involved. I guess because we had originally started things out as a threesome, they’d just progressed that way throughout our relationship and we’d always end up tumbling around together. Sawyer liked to handle Max on his own throughout the pregnancy however, and I chalked that up to the fact that he was carrying his baby. So now, with Sawyer coming onto me one-on-one like this, I was feeling extra enthusiastic, and it was obvious just by looking between my legs.
My erection began to grow, flexing as the blood pumped into it as Sawyer’s hands circled my waist and traced the lines of my abs. It tickled in the best way possible and he teased me as he moved his fingertips down toward my pubic area then quickly diverted just before he touched my sweet spot. Instead, he caressed my thigh and pressed his body against mine.
I felt his strong chest on my back first—like a plank of hard wood (not the hard wood between his legs, a different kind) that held strong against me as I leaned back against him. Then, the feeling of his hips against my lower back, and as he leaned forward, the best part.
I may not be an omega like Max, but my slick began pouring as my body tingled with the anticipation of Sawyer having his way with me. Despite the fact that we’d been together for four months now, Sawyer being into me still made me feel special. I didn’t know whether or not I should feel weird about that and should be over the fact that he wanted me—I mean, he was my mate, right—but it still did.
His hands, strong with intent, gripped my waist and pulled me close to him. His cock, hard like a steel pole, slid between my legs, pushing my balls and cock out of the way as he teased me with a taste of what was to come.
“This is…unexpected,” I told him as his scent swept into my lungs and the warm water spilled down around us.
“I saw you head upstairs and I was feeling a little…excited,” he whispered. “I didn’t think you’d mind.”
“Mind?” I laughed. “Are you kidding? I’m yours!”
“That’s what I like to hear.” He snarled in reply, and before I could react, snatched me up with his impressive grip and thrust me against the wall, pinning me there helplessly. Not that I wanted to go anywhere, of course.
With the palm of his hand, he pressed down on my lower back. I could feel the calluses and the strength of his fingers. With the other hand, he scooped my hips back, forcing my ass out and exposing my hole. I sensed him leaning back to get a good look at it, and when he moaned with approval, my horniness was taken to the next level.
“I love your little hole,” he told me. The burning lust inside me flared like gasoline thrown on a campfire. The smell of hickory, of Sawyer, filled the shower and I pressed my cheek against the cold tile wall and surrendered to him.
His foot found my ankle and he kicked my legs apart, preparing me for what was to come. When he leaned forward and kissed me, just as the tip of his dick pressed against my puckered hole, I gasped and groaned.
“Take me, Sawyer,” I told him. “Fuck me hard.”
“You want it, don’t you?” he asked me. We liked talking, Sawyer and me. I loved how verbal he was. It was something Max and I had never done enough of, but ever since bringing Sawyer into our relationship, we’d begun doing it more. I don’t know what it was, but hearing him vocalize his attraction to me was just the greatest thing ever.
“Yes!” I cried out.
“You want to be a little slut for me, don’t you?”
“YES!” I was practically foaming at the mouth for him. I pushed back against him, hoping that his massive dick would just slide inside of me, but he pulled back, teasing me with the gratification I so hoped for.
“You want me to fuck the shit out of you while your parents are downstairs with the kids?”
“Oh my God, Sawyer, please fuck me!” I groaned as the moment reached a new high. It was like watching a rocket ready to take off and seeing the cloud of smoke and flames as the engines warmed up and just anticipating that moment when it would finally lift off and shoot up into space.
“Beg for it,” he told me.
“Pleeease fuck me!” I gasped.
“You want it inside you?”
“Yes! All of it!”
“Tell me to give you my dick,” he commanded me.
“Give me your cock, Sawyer,” I told him desperately. Feverishly.
“All of it?” he asked.
“All of it!” I told him. And then, finally, my mate put me out of my misery.
His dick slid inside of me like it belonged there, and I felt as though I was about to explode from the inside. He didn’t hold back at all, and didn’t even give me a second to get used to it. He hadn’t been inside me for a few days, what with the pregnancy and everything, and I thought my eyes might bulge out of my skull as he just started to fuck me.
“Ho-lee-shit!” I gasped, my breath coming in chattered fragments with each thrust from his enormous dick. “Oh-my-God-that-is-so-fu-cking-good!”
His breath was rough and heavy as he pounded me, and I could feel his burning desire in every stroke. My ass clapped back against his thighs as he fucked me, delighting in my hole and me delighti
ng in how incredible it felt—not only for me but for him.
Bringing his lips to my ear, he kissed and groaned at the same time, amplifying the sensations running between us. It was like we were both a conduit for the flow of electricity that ran through the earth and with each stroke of his cock that same energy grew and grew and grew, swelling like his cock did when he was turned on by me.
I thought about what was going on downstairs—the lovely nesting around the boys, with my parents and Max’s mother—and felt so, so dirty in the best way possible. They were all down there relaxing, warm and safe and sound, while we were up in the bathroom fucking. It was like one of those scenes in a porn film where people sneak off to fuck while the rest of the party is watching the Super Bowl or something.
“Take it like a good boy,” Sawyer told me. “Take it like my little slut.”
“Yes! I’m a little slut for you, daddy!”
His dick found my sweet spot, poked and massaged it with each thrust. I couldn’t tell if it was his sweat or the water that was dripping down on my back, but I wanted it to be a mixture of both. I wanted to be covered in everything of his, including his cum, despite also loving it in my ass and throat. For some reason, our little private rendezvous had me feeling like I wanted to be coated—given a nice facial.
“Do what you want with me,” I told him. “Take me how you want me.”
I reached between my legs and began stroking, the pleasure of him being inside me enhancing the sensations in my own dick. As his balls slapped against mine, I felt the orgasm inside of me beginning to awaken, just waiting for the right moment to come to the surface.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Sawyer
I was feeling extra naughty as I slammed Elijah, pinning him to the wall with my cock, his back arched like he had lordosis or something, showing off his beautiful ass that sparkled and gleamed beneath the water that coated his body.