Chapter Thirty-Five

Amara

A loud thump and a bit of cursing roused Amara from sleep the next morning. She squinted at the clock on Zeke’s nightstand and realized that it was almost ten in the morning. It had been a long time since she had slept in that late, but without the shop to run, she didn’t need to get up as early anymore. While she couldn’t complain about the extra sleep, she did miss the shop. It had been the only thing she had left of her mother, and naturally, her father destroyed it.

A few moments later, as Amara was trying to tame her messed-up hair, she heard another bang against the wall followed by the sound of something falling and shattering against the floor.

“Damn it, Knox!” Drake exclaimed. “Watch where you’re fucking going!”

Amara laughed to herself as she climbed out of bed and ventured out into the hallway. She spotted the guys down by Drake’s room, the three of them attempting to shove a large mattress through the door. Because Drake’s room was at the end of the hall, there was an awkward curve around the wall, making it difficult for them to do so.

“Are you fucking pushing?” Knox yelled.

“I’m about to push you right into a fucking wood chipper,” Drake growled.

“What on earth are you guys doing?” Amara asked as she approached them.

Zeke’s head popped up from over the mattress, and he grinned at her. “What’s it look like?” he asked playfully. “We are replacing the bed in Drake’s room to accommodate all of us.”

“Yeah, this whole splitting up thing when it comes time to sleep isn’t fucking working anymore,” Knox added.

Amara pressed her lips together. “And what was wrong with the bed Drake had before? It was big enough, wasn’t it?”

“Not enough to fit all four of us,” Drake told her, using the bottom of his shirt to wipe his forehead.

“So, we are all just moving into Drake’s room then?”

“That’s the plan if we can ever get this damn thing inside,” Zeke laughed.

She shook her head as the guys tried once more to get the mattress in through the door. Over the next several minutes, there was a lot more cursing and yelling at one another before they finally managed to get it into the room.

Once they were clear of the door, Amara followed them into the room to see that they had already removed Drake’s old bed and had replaced it with not one but two king-sized mattresses on a custom bed frame. The headboard seemed to be bolted to the wall as well as padded. The whole thing took up the entire far wall and didn’t even leave any room for nightstands on either side.

Amara leaned against the door frame while Knox ripped off the plastic, and both Drake and Zeke began shaking out the sheets and comforters. They had also gotten several new fluffy pillows.

She could understand why they had made this decision. It was getting a little old, listening to them fight about who she was going to sleep with every night. However, she had expected that they would just come up with some kind of schedule or something. She didn’t think they would go to this extreme. This way though, they didn’t have to choose who she slept with.

Once the bed was made, the three of them turned to her, proud grins plastered on their faces. She returned their smiles before running toward the bed and launching herself into the middle. She giggled as she bounced. “Works for me. Very comfy,” she told them approvingly. “Now you guys just get to fight over who sleeps next to me.”

Knox’s grin turned mischievous as he kicked off his shoes and tugged his shirt over his head. “We have other plans for the new bed first.”

“Oh! Is it naked twister?” she teased.

Knox climbed onto the bed, pulled her underwear down her legs, and settled his face between her thighs without answering her.

“Something like that,” Drake said as he and Zeke began taking off their clothes.

A deep gasp escaped Amara as Knox circled her clit with his tongue. She watched with hungry eyes as both Zeke and Drake climbed onto the bed, scooting until they were on either side of her. Drake took off her shirt and flung it to the door, and each of them latched onto a nipple. Her chest arched against their mouths, and her entire body erupted in goosebumps.

Knox slid a finger inside her at the same time he sucked her clit into his mouth. She moaned, and the moan only served to fuel the guys’ desires. Zeke nibbled on her nipple while Drake’s tongue flicked against the other. The double sensations were almost too much to handle. Between them and what Knox was doing to her, she knew it wouldn’t take long for her to orgasm. She could already feel it in her lower abdomen.

Reaching for both Zeke and Drake’s cocks, Amara wrapped her fingers around them. Drake growled against her breast while Zeke jerked. She began sliding her hands up and down.

Another finger was added by Knox, and she tipped her head back and moaned as her pussy stretched to accommodate them. His fingers expertly rubbed the right spot, causing her breathing to become pants.

“Oh god, please don’t stop,” she begged them. She was right on the edge of her orgasm, and between everyone’s moans, it was intense.

One more flick of Knox’s tongue and it sent her over the edge. She screamed and quivered, and a fine sweat broke out down her spine. They rode it out with her until she slumped against the mattress, barely aware when Drake picked her up and Zeke slid underneath her.

Drake laid her back against his chest, and Zeke reached around, lining up with her ass. Then, Drake hopped off the bed, headed to the dresser, and dug around a minute before he tossed a bottle to Zeke.

Anticipation curled her insides as Zeke put on lube and slid inside of her. While Knox unzipped his jeans, Drake crawled back onto the bed. Before she knew it, Knox was settled between her and Zeke’s legs, and he pushed inside of her.

The sensation of being so full, stretched until she couldn’t stretch anymore. . . All three of them moaned.

Drake placed each knee on either side of her head and touched the tip of his cock against her lips. “Be a good girl and open.”

She listened to him, and he shoved inside. As the other two began moving inside her, Drake slowly fucked her mouth, careful that she could still breathe.

The way Drake groaned . . . It made her pussy clench. She loved knowing that she could make him feel that good.

As she clenched, Knox hissed through his teeth and began picking up the pace. She’d never get used to this, having her mates all there and fucking her. This would never get old, and she looked forward to sharing this with them for the rest of their lives.

They were the only people in the world who made her feel safe, loved, and cherished. The only ones who respected her. Within the course of just a few weeks, they had become everything to her, and she loved them with every fiber of her being.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Drake cooed as she moaned against his cock. She could tell by his pace that he was close, and by the groans of the others, they were too. She wasn’t far behind them. Any second now, she would -

“Oh god,” she screamed against Drake.

“Fuck,” he growled, cumming instantly in her mouth. She swallowed every drop as she rode out her orgasm.

Zeke grunted beneath her as he came inside of her, and Knox’s hands tightened around her as a low rumble vibrated out of him. He stilled inside of her after he came, and they all panted as they slid out of her.

Collapsing on the bed, they were completely breathless, sweaty, and spent.

After a few moments, she giggled softly as she brushed the hair out of her sticky face. “So much for clean sheets. Bed is really nice though. Doesn’t shake as we, you know . . .”

“Fuck?” Knox supplied with humor on his face.

“Yeah,” she laughed. “That.”

“We thought it was a good idea that the bed didn’t slam against the wall once the babies were here.” Zeke rolled her off his chest and tucked her in beside him.

She nodded in agreement. “Good idea.” Feeling happy and content, she tipped her head to stare at the ceiling, smiling. “So, this is the plan for today? Just testing the limitations of the bed?”

Drake hopped off the bed and pulled his underwear back on. She gathered herself onto her elbows to watch him as he said, “I’d like to make good on my word today.”

Her grin widened. The memory of his promise came to the forefront of her mind. “Oh yeah! We have plans, don’t we?” She scrambled over Knox and Zeke and climbed off the bed in search of her own clothes.

Knox scowled at them. “What fucking plans?”

“Getting Amara an engagement ring,” Drake replied cockily. “Seeing as how she agreed to be my wife last night.”

She laughed to herself, knowing he was rubbing it in their faces. “You could have said it a bit nicer, you know.”

Knox’s face grew serious. “No you fucking did not . . .”

“You proposed?” Zeke asked.

“I did.” Drake raised an eyebrow in a silent challenge. “And better yet, she said yes.”

Her smile faltered a little. “This isn’t going to be a fight, is it? ”

Sitting up, Knox proclaimed, “If you get his ring, you get mine too.”

“Agreed,” Zeke said with a curt nod.

Amara paused in putting on her shirt. “Uh, guys . . . I only have one finger.”

“You have fucking ten, little bunny.” Knox scooted off the bed, zipped up his jeans, and gathered his shirt from the floor.

“It doesn’t have to be the proper finger to mean something, Princesa.”

Knox threw Zeke’s clothes at him. “Get dressed, fucker. We aren’t getting left behind.”

“Wait, hold on,” Amara began, holding up her hands. “So you guys are saying I’m getting three engagement rings? That’s way too much.”

Engagement rings were expensive enough as it was. Three of them were way more than she was willing to accept.

Pausing while sliding on his pants, Zeke asked, “Are you saying this isn’t what you want?”

Amara shook her head, her shoulders slouching slightly. “No, that’s not what I’m saying.” She could understand how they might have taken what she said the wrong way. “I love you, all of you. And you know that. I would marry all three of you if that was possible, but . . . Engagement rings are expensive, and we have twins on the way. We need to be smart about money now, especially with the bookshop gone.”

“We have plenty of money,” Knox grunted.

“He’s not wrong,” Drake added. He came and circled his arms around her waist.

Zeke continued putting on his clothes. “That’s not something you need to worry about.”

She sighed and leaned into Drake. She knew better than to fight them on this, but she’d be lying if she didn’t say she wasn’t a little excited for it.