EPILOGUE TWO

GAGE

Three Years Later…

Three months to the day after Giselle was born, Stella gave birth to our son. I was pretty sure this one would be named Demon, but Stella refused. The plan, which she found out about, was to sign the birth certificate while she wasn't looking, and she was not pleased. All three of us were told, in no uncertain terms, that if we did that, she'd never let us fuck her with two cocks again. So Demon was out, and Gabriel was in. He was born with the same dark hair as Giselle. They are both perfect, like their mothers.

Mav, Sebastian, and I stand watching our wives signing books for more people than they had the last few times they came to this signing. Back to the beginning. The place where it all started, and the memories assault me.

"Hello Pretty Boy. Did you miss me? Because I fucking missed you."

The delicious fear on his face when he saw me standing on that RV did things to me. It made my dick hard as a rock. My heart was pounding as desire fucking controlled me. I had never wanted anything like I did my Pretty Boy. The intensity was overwhelming. But this is better.

"What are you thinking about?" Sebastian asks, snapping me out of one of my favorite recollections.

I chuckle softly. "The RV. The day you realized you were mine."

He smirks at me, his lips looking delicious and kissable. "That was not the day, Gage. I was imagining how I could kill you and rescue the women, as well as myself."

I can't help myself, I run my thumb along his bottom lip. "Yeah? Do you still want to be rescued, Pretty Boy?"

"No," he says, his voice coming out low, dark, that tone that always gets my dick hard, "I want this signing to be over, so I can take both my husbands and my wives, and do disgusting things to them."

I swallow hard and nod slightly, because I want that too. The last time we were here, our women were blindfolded as we teased them. They had no idea who was touching them, it was beautiful.

As soon as Stella gave birth, we began talking about getting them pregnant again. Both women fought us on the idea and made us wait. Six months ago, we all agreed it was time to get the implants out, so we could fuck two more babies into them. If I had my way they'd never not be pregnant. There's something so intoxicating about them when they're expecting. Those beautiful round bellies, and probably the way they're always so fucking horny. And then, of course, the end result is babies that are far more angelic looking than any of us guys, they are all their mothers. Although our son does have what Stella has coined Gabe Rage, when he doesn't get his way, something I'm told he gets from me.

This time we planned it perfectly, because our women's due dates are two days apart. I'm spending a great deal of money so that if they both end up in the hospital at the same time, they'll deliver in the same room. I will not have my family separated. Of course, the hospital administrators thought I was insane. That's fine, because they probably aren't far off the mark. I will always be crazy for my family. So many years ago, I lost everything that meant anything to me. My sister's death left a scar so deep I never imagined it would heal. I'm not a good guy. I'll never be the hero of anyone's story. I am who I am, and I'll never change. Somehow I found four people that accept me as I am.

Both women look over at us as they begin packing up, with a devilish glow in their eyes, and cute little smirks on their mouths.

Fucking beautiful.

They know as well as we do, that we're going upstairs, and all three of us will remind them once again that we own them, body, mind and soul.

Mav groans beside me. "They're thinking about it."

I chuckle. "You fucking love it."

He grins coyly. "I never thought I'd like it, but I do. They are so fucking hot with those plastic dicks."

I consider pointing out they aren't made of plastic but skip it, and instead I say, "Let's go. I'm fucking every single one of you until you scream my name."

We grab our women and all their shit, and walk to the elevator. The sooner we get to the room, the sooner I can be inside them.

Standing inside the lift as Lucy calls it, both my wives run their fingers down my chest, Stella smiling at me sweetly, "We've had Sebastian and Mav, but never you, Gage. Tonight it's your turn."

They want to peg me?

I reach a hand into their hair and tug their heads back. "You have to earn it. It'll cost you seven orgasms, and then you can do whatever you want to me."

"Oh the hardship," Stella groans mockingly.

The elevator doors slide open as Lucy quips, "Fine. Seven, and then we're fucking every one of those asses."

All three of us guys share amused glances. All those years ago, Mav and I took these two women, along with my greatest obsession, Sebastian, but we had no idea it would turn out like this. We definitely didn't expect our beautiful writer sluts to turn out as dirty as we are, yet here we are. Five people living our best filthy lives. It never gets old or boring, because as much as we love fucking each other, it's so much more. We all own each other in every way. An asshole like me doesn't get to be happy. It's not the way it's supposed to go, but somehow I am. Bad things happened, but we made it through to the other side. If there's anything I've learned, it's that you are the author of your own story and while you can't rewrite history, you can change the ending. Beautiful things can happen to assholes too, and there's nothing more beautiful than this.

THE FILTHY END!