by Lynnea Lee
“Our friends, we would love to stay and chat, but we have a mate we are eager to please,” Ryek announced with his official-sounding colony director’s voice. “There are food and drinks in the next room, so please enjoy yourselves!”
They carried their struggling mate into their vehicle, which they had parked right outside the reception door, squeezing her in between their two bulky bodies.
“You two planned this,” she accused.
“Yes, we did. And you are happy about it, right?”
“Of course, my mates. I didn’t want to stand there and shake everyone’s hands, either. Not after what you two said about kissing my lips.”
“Good!”
Holden was happy, too. He had never been happier. He got to share and protect his beautiful mate with the best male he knew. Ryek was not just a friend; he was his partner. Holden would lie, steal, kill, and die to keep them both safe. And Holden knew Ryek would do the same. After years of waiting, Angie was finally theirs to keep and cherish forever.
“I hope you had enough to eat earlier, Trouble,” he growled. “Because we don’t plan on letting you out of bed for days.”
“I can’t wait!”
Epilogue
Angie stared at herself in the mirror. The suit was ridiculously tight, squeezing her waist in and pushing her breasts up until they threatened to spill over. She was quite sure jumpsuits were not supposed to fit like this. Her mates must have gotten this one custom made. It felt like she should be back on stage dancing with a string bikini under the suit and a pair of Pleasers heels, all that was missing with Velcro closures so she could rip the suit off for her finale.
The outfit looked costumey, but at least the two of them knew what they liked.
“Step out here and let us see you, little minx.”
“That’s right! We need our little assistant to help us finish our project.”
Now that the colony was running smoothly with the new council, Holden and Ryek had picked up a side project in their spare time. They were rebuilding an old Dominion ship, hoping to show her the rest of the galaxy in it one day. They had insisted that Angie join them in the workshop. And she had been bringing her PPC along to entertain her while they worked.
Angie stepped out of the bathroom and joined her two very perverted but very sexy mates. She walked towards them slowly, making sure to wave her hips from side to side. Remembering her old stage days, she did a half-turn before bending over with her legs open to show her ass. With her hands on the floors, she wiggled her bum from side to side. Then, she stood slowly, making a show of dragging one hand slowly up the inside of her leg. Looking over her shoulder, she checked to see her mates’ reactions.
Bingo! Ryek stood there slack-jawed, and Holden looked like he was going to pounce on her. She still had her touch! Angie hoped that they would still react this way to her when she was heavy with child.
“You boys better enjoy me in the suit now. Because in a few months, I won’t fit into it anymore. I’ll be huge!”
Ryek closed his mouth as her words percolated in his head. Holden still looked like he would pounce on her, and Angie wasn’t even sure he had even heard her words.
“Arus got back to me today. He said I’m past the most uncertain part of the pregnancy, and we could celebrate now.”
“You are?” They both knew she was pregnant, but because so many mixed babies were lost due to miscarriages during the first two months, they had all decided to continue life as if she wasn’t.
“We can?” Holden no longer looked like he was going to throw her to the ground. He dropped to his knees and caressed her belly reverently.
They didn’t know whose swimmers had made it up to her egg to start life, and they didn’t want to know. It didn’t matter to them. Arus had been about to tell her who the father was, but she had stopped him, asking him to put the information in the file for future reference instead. The baby would belong to them both, and they would both love him equally.
“It’s a boy.” She put her hands to her belly.
Ryek stepped close, enveloping her in his arms as Holden continued to hold her belly as if it were the most precious thing he’d ever touched. She wrapped one arm around Ryek’s waist and the other around Holden’s shoulders.
“We’re going to be fathers.” Holden grinned broadly. Then, slowly, the smile faded as an almost humorous look of panic replaced it. “Oh, Stars, I have no idea how to be a good father!”
Ryek laughed and put a hand on his shoulder to calm him. “Don’t worry. We won’t let you fuck this up too badly. Together, we can do anything.”
“Yes,” Angie agreed. “Yes, we can.” And she believed it wholeheartedly.
With Ryek and Holden by her side, she knew everything was going to be alright.
THE END
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AUTHOR’S NOTE
Dear Readers,
I’ve been itching to fix Holden and Angie’s relationship since Vore’s story. Who knew that their solution was right there the whole time? I’m glad I’m able to give Ryek, Holden, and Angie their happily ever after.
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