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Epilogue
Alyson
Six Months Later
“Are you sure we shouldn’t just call your mom to check in?” I asked Max worriedly as he and Forrest led me down the hallway of our hotel.
“Sweetheart, I promise, Lila is fine,” he assures me, squeezing my hand, “I promise you she will not resent you later in life for taking one night away, especially for your wedding night.”
I smile in spite of my worries, looking down at the wedding band now nestled beside my engagement ring on my finger. The three of us had picked it together, along with wedding bands for both of them, and while on paper, we weren’t technically married, we’d held a commitment ceremony for the three of us, and as far as all of us were concerned, that was more binding than any legal document.
And tonight was, officially, our wedding night. We were planning an actual honeymoon later, when Lila was a little older, but for tonight, Max’s parents, who had come into town for the wedding, were watching her so we could have a night alone.
My own family would be here for a few more days, too, and I was looking forward to getting to spend time with everyone. It’s been a while since I’ve had all of my siblings in one place, and they’re all overjoyed to be aunts and uncles. (Even Auntie Jillian, who insists she’s not a kids person.) And my parents are absolutely overjoyed to be first-time grandparents.
They were, understandably, a little confused at first by my unconventional marriage, but seeing how content I was, they didn’t care. They loved Forrest and Max like their own, happy to add another pair of chicks to their already massive brood.
“Since there’s two of us, which one is supposed to carry you across the threshold?” Max asks as we approach our room’s door, pulling the key card from his pocket.
“Maybe I could carry you and you could carry her?” Forrest offers.
I snicker and roll my eyes. “Or maybe we could just all walk in like normal people and let that one little tradition go by the wayside.”
Max snorts. “Honey, we’ve let a lot of tradition go by the wayside,” he says drily.
Forrest and I laugh, and Max gets the door open, holding it open so we can step inside.
I have to admit, it’s lovely, but they could have booked us a room in a cheap motel and I would have been content. I know I’m not going to be worried about the ambiance when I’m focused on my new husbands.
My husbands. Just thinking the words makes me smile to myself. I still can’t quite believe it. I have not one, but two sexy, sweet, amazing men, who love not only me, but our gorgeous daughter, to bits, and I get to keep them.
Forever.
“Happy, sweetheart?” Forrest asks me.
“More than I have the words to say,” I reply, getting a little choked up, “I love you both so much.”
“We love you, too, baby,” Max murmurs, pulling me into his arms and brushing his lips first over my forehead, then over my lips.
Then Forrest takes his turn, kissing me and trailing his lips down my neck before reaching for the zipper of my dress. A little part of me had caved to tradition and gone white, but the thing is no full-length princess gown, but a sweet little A-line dress that falls around my knees, with a navy blue sash at my waist.
And with a little tugging of the zipper, it falls easily down my shoulders, and a few gentle tugs here and there is all it takes to leave it in a soft cloud around my feet.
I help both of them out of their suits, and we all undress each other in a tangle until the three of us are bare. Max’s hands are on Forrest’s cock, stroking him slowly, and Forrest is teasing my nipples with his fingertips.
“Hang on,” I murmur breathlessly, then zip over and dive into the overnight bag we’ve brought with us, rummaging around until I retrieve the bottle of lube.
When I return, the three of us fall into bed together, kissing and touching and just enjoying the slow buildup.
But the needs grow quickly, and soon, I’m on my hands and knees with Max’s cock buried deep inside my pussy and Forrest’s in my mouth, both of them moving in and out of me in a slow, measured rhythm.
It feels unbelievable, and I wonder if I’ll ever possibly tire of taking both of them on at once like this. But the more I get, the more I crave, taking each of them in every single one of my holes.
And sometimes I get off on just watching the two of them together, and they seem to feel the same way. All of us have a hint of a voyeurism kink, getting off on watching each other.
But there’s no sitting in the corner for anyone tonight. After a while, however, Max pulls out. “Come here,” he orders, beckoning to Forrest.
Forrest seems more than happy to acquiesce, and Max instructs him to take his place. “Still got that lube, baby girl?” he asks as Forrest slides his cock into me, making me gasp.
