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Fuck it. Whatever. We’re a family. We all work together. “Come on her panties,” I tell Grim. “Cover them.”
“On it,” Grim says, and I buck up into Cora.
Jesus. She feels incredible!
There are too many hands and arms in my way. I can’t hold her, so I hold onto the arms of the chair. But Cora’s in no danger of being dislodged by my bucking. The others have her. They’re holding her and kissing her and teasing her sensitive places, and I’m a beast now.
While the others keep her in place, I fuck up into her, snapping my hips to chase the most exquisite sensation I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing. I’m grunting with the exertion. Cora’s mewling like the naughty kitten she is, and her thighs begin shaking at my sides.
“That’s it, Jud,” Rev says. “Fuck our little girl. Show her who her daddies are. Take her there. Take her there.”
And I take her there. Somehow, I’m more sensitized than I’ve ever been during sex. I don’t know if it’s because of my eyes, like how my senses of hearing and smell became more acute, but somehow, I can feel her orgasmic flutters from the base of my cock all the way to the raw, sensitive tip.
Her pussy ripples and grinds on me, and I come like a freight train barreling through the station and crashing into the barricades. I’m shouting and reaching for Cora. The others make way for me as I drag her mouth to mine and kiss her for all I’m worth.
I come, and I kiss her, and I come some more, and her flutters, aggressive at first, begin to subside.
“Oh, my God,” she whispers. Sweaty and spent, she collapses against my chest. “That was…I don’t know what that was.”
“It was a miracle,” Rev says.
I open my eyes to find him smiling at me, his lips crooked in the frame of his goatee. His cock is out and spent, jeans open, shirt long gone.
I can see?
I blink and reach up. Forgetting about the sunglasses, I knock them askew. My right eye! It’s there! “I can see!” I tear the sunglasses the rest of the way off my face and feel for my left eye. Nada. Lefty is still gone, eyelid sewn closed.
“Ho-lee-shit.” Doc is there, leaning in front of me. “Your right eye is back!”
“What?” Cora leans away from me and looks hard at me. Her hair is a tousled mess on top of her head. Her mascara has made smudges beneath her eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen. The nipples tipping her perfect, small breasts are bright red from the attention they’ve gotten. Our combined come is pooling in my pubes as she’s still on my cock.
“Oh, my God!” she says again, this time with the brightest, most delighted smile I’ve ever seen on her. “You have one eye back!”
“Looks like it,” I say, transfixed by her utter perfection. My face splits with a grin. I’m smiling so hard my cheeks are beginning to ache.
“Miracle is right,” Shep says.
“Thank the Working,” Grim says. He’s standing apart from the others, bare chested and serious.
“This is incredible,” Brawn says.
Scrap does a fist-pump and says, “Fuckin’-A, man! Cora’s pussy is so good it can give a blind man back his sight!”
Laughter fills the lodge, and the loudest laugh belongs to me.
Epilogue
Cora
It all started with the Judge’s ruling:One night of the week belongs to each of the seven men of Eagle Peak. Back then, he intended me to choose a different man to sleep with every night. But over the past year, like a lot of things, the ruling has taken on new meaning.
“My turn, tonight! Come to daddy, little darlin’!” Rev swoops little Miracle out of my arms, holding her like a pro even though she’s only been with us for twelve weeks. Now, each of my guys takes a night of the week to put Miracle down and tend to her needs in the night.
Since she was born, I haven’t had to get out of bed to take care of her unless I feel like it. If she’s hungry, someone places her in my arms and takes her away again when she’s had her fill. As far as changing diapers, it's a rare treat for me to get the chance. One of the guys is always trying to elbow in and do the job for me. But I like to do it. I sing her silly songs and watch her smile while she’s on the changing table. And thanks to our soldier friends, we’ll never run out of diapers or wipes.
It’s late July, and Eagle Peak is absolutely gorgeous. There’s green everywhere, the sky is the prettiest shade of blue ever—matching Miracle’s eyes, and the water in our swimming hole is warm and clear. Justin, Hope, and three of our soldier friends have just left, and the month-long visit left me satisfied that they’re all doing wonderfully. There might just be “hope” for a happy ending down there in Texas. Time will tell.
Speaking of time, Miracle came two weeks earlier than Doc’s calculations, but I think that was a good thing, since she was born at nine pounds, eleven ounces. A big girl, like all of her fathers. If I’d gone full term with her, we might have stretched Doc’s skills a little too far. As it was, he had to stitch up a bit of tearing, something he studied and practiced as my pregnancy progressed.
