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“Sofie,” he said softly, and I held my breath. “So many things were said tonight,” he continued in a deep, husky voice. “So many things I knew, so many things I didn’t know.” He lifted his dark gaze and looked at my face. “My blue-eyed angel.” His voice was nothing more than a deep growl. “The only thing I want for you is to be happy, to live your life the way you want.” I saw emotion on his face. “And I’m lucky enough to be part of that future you want. We both are.” He lifted his hand and pushed some hair away from my cheek, letting his fingers play across my temple. “I’m okay with not having you fully. But I’ll only be okay with you giving yourself to Ryker. Only ever with him.”
I swallowed and looked over his shoulder at where Ryker stood. His hands were curled around the back of the couch, his jaw tight, a muscle ticking beneath the scruff.
“I think it’s safe to say that both of us want you badly enough, love you unconditionally enough, that we’re willing to share you, Sofie,” Ryker said and moved around the couch to stand next to Jareth. He lifted his hand and slid his fingers up my neck, the digits trailing along my pulse point. He cupped one side of my throat while Jareth held the other.
And both of my men looked at me, giving me everything, giving me all they were.
“To be our wife,” Jareth said.
“To be the mother of our children.” Ryker was the next one to speak.
“To only be ours. Always, Sofie.”
They seemed to say that last part in unison, in sync, as if they were thinking the same thing, wanting the same thing.
And then they pulled me in for an embrace, and I inhaled both of their scents. The aroma was strong and masculine, gentle and loving. It was the smell of all mine.
Everything mixed together in perfect harmony, driving deep into my very core, my very soul.
And as they held me, as I let myself fall fully into this headfirst, I knew everything would be okay.
I knew everything was exactly how it was supposed to be.
Epilogue One
Sofie
Two years later
Isat out in the sunroom, looking at the trees and mountains, breathing in the fresh morning air as it breezed in through the open window.
My eyes were closed as I felt the warmth of the early morning sun washing over me. I only had on a silk bathrobe, the one Jareth had given me for my birthday last year, and a pair of fuzzy slippers Ryker had given me for Christmas.
The sound of birds chirping had me opening my eyes, but all I could see was trees, trees for miles. We’d bought this property two years ago, ten acres in Washington State. It was private, which is what all three of us wanted, open, and picturesque.
Our house had been custom-built, so grand and big that it held the three of us comfortably. It had a main house in the center and two separate buildings attached to that. From the outside, it looked like one grand, rustic estate, but on the inside, it housed three people, two separate families, three different relationships.
A wife and her two husbands.
Ryker had a section on the right, Jareth on the left. And the center was for all of us, our main living area where we could have dinner together, visit, and a place where I could just be with both of them at the same time.
I looked down at my left hand, my ring finger adorned by two platinum bands. I hadn’t wanted diamonds, didn’t want flash. So when both Jareth and Ryker proposed, on the same day, at the same time, I’d been so happy to see the simple yet elegant bands they presented.
And the inscription on the inside of each band was personal, from both of them, something I would cherish forever.
I smiled, feeling like I had the world in my very hands. Who knew a girl like me could have a life like this?
I heard someone approaching and looked over my shoulder to see Ryker come in with a mug in his hand. He gave it to me, and I looked down to see the hot tea and milk. I smiled up at him and brought the cup to my mouth, taking a small sip and closing my eyes, humming at the sweet honey flavor.
He sat down on the chair to my left, and we didn’t say anything. We just stared at the gorgeous view. But nothing needed to be said. It was a perfect, wonderful silence.
I took another sip of my tea and then set it down on the coffee table in front of me. I reached out with my hand and took Ryker’s, twining our fingers together as I rested back fully. It wasn’t too long after that when Jareth came in, a small plate in his hand, a pastry atop that. He had a smile on his face, and I could tell it had nothing to do with me sexually, and everything to do with loving me.
He set my pastry down beside my mug and took up residence in the small plush chair on the opposite side of me. I reached my hand out and took his, holding both my husbands’ hands, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world.
But then they let go, skimmed their palms over my belly, and rested them on the slight swell. I was four months pregnant with our first baby. This was the greatest gift I could ever have—we could ever have. And although I didn’t know who the biological father was, it didn’t matter. Both of them would love this baby as if it were their own.
Because it was theirs. Blood or not, we were all in this together.
