Chapter 40

40

Dakota

" A re you ready, Mrs. Faulkner?"

Reed's words are like honey glazing my heart.

"As I'll ever be," I reply, a wicked smile stretching my lips.

I'm blindfolded with a white satin ribbon. Maddox and Reed escorted me to the car from the bed then, I turn to Maddox to taste his lips with equal hunger before I start working on their clothes. They smile and measure their heavy breaths as I work on the bowties first. One by one, the satin strips hit the floor, followed by the grey jackets.

Archer trails wet kisses down the side of my neck while I struggle with the silver buttons on his finely embroidered vest. "You're making it impossible for me to focus," I moan as liquid heat gathers between my legs, my mind crumbling inward.

"You love a good challenge, admit it," he whispers, then nibbles on my ear.

"Oh, damn," I manage as I peel the vest and the shirt off his massive, sculpted torso. I run my fingers across his muscular chest, reveling in the sensation. "I'm going to have a lifetime of this, huh?"

"I may get old and saggy at some point," he quips.

"Me, too. Will you still love me?"

"Always," he says and kisses me.

Maddox comes in, and I take care of his shirt and vest, as well. "I'll love you even when you're gray and wrinkled," he says with a half-smile. "You're my one and only, Dakota."

"Kind of hard for me to say the same thing," I say, shifting my focus to Reed and his delicious lips next. "I got lucky. Three for one. You're my… three and only?"

"Works for me," Reed replies, watching with dark hunger in his eyes as I strip his chest bare, then proceed to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. The movements become smoother until my three gods stand before me, gloriously naked and fiendishly hard.

I can't help but lick my lips as I behold them, eager to unravel and lose myself in their arms. But first, I take a deep, measured breath. There's something I haven't addressed yet. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner about the pregnancy," I say with a trembling voice. "It all became too much. I really didn't know what to deal with first."

"There's nothing for you to feel sorry about," Archer replies. "It didn't exactly come as the biggest shock, considering how active we've been."

"And careless," Reed adds. "Let's not forget careless."

"More like reckless," I mutter.

Maddox chuckles softly. "It's okay, Dakota. We're going to be dads. To Trevor. To Maisie. And now, to this little guy," he says, one hand palming my lower belly. "Or little gal."

"Imagine a little girl," Reed scoffs. "If she gets half of your genes, Dakota, the three of us are going to be in trouble."

"Yeah, but the good kind of trouble," I reply, then proceed to stretch my arms out. "I think your bride needs to match your outfits, gentlemen."

A split second later, I'm stripped bare and sandwiched between my three husbands, their hard bodies causing my skin to tingle all over. We kiss and fondle one another, hands and lips and tongues roaming freely as the temperature rises. I forget all about the evening chill of wine country. I forget about the world and everything else that's in it as I surrender to Archer, Maddox, and Reed.

Archer pulls me closer to the bed and spreads my legs, his hand slipping between as he groans and licks his lips. "You're ready," he mutters and kisses me again. He's hungry. His lips devour mine, our tongues wrestling as he works my clit into a swollen frenzy.

His fingers slide between my wet folds, in and out of me, until my hips begin a slow but steady sway. Back and forth, I match his hand movement while Reed pulls my hair up and licks the back of my neck. Maddox takes care of my nipples, suckling and nibbling on each until I'm dangerously close to a rippling explosion.

But then they switch it up, and all I can do is moan in sweet ecstasy as Reed sits on the bed, inviting me to ride him. I climb on top and wrap myself around his giant cock. I stretch and glide down, feeling him all the way up in my belly while he takes his sweet time licking and kissing my tender breasts.

Maddox gets on top of the bed as I take him in my mouth—all of him, thick and juicy and harder than ever—while Archer slides inside me from behind, joining his brother in the purest bliss.

"Oh, fuck, this is perfection!" I cry out as I come hard, my juices flowing freely and glazing Reed's muscular thighs. "Oh, yes!"

"It'll be perfection every damn day for the rest of our lives," Archer growls as he grabs me by the back of the head and pulls me in for a kiss while simultaneously pounding into me, harder and deeper.

I grind against Reed, following the same frenzied rhythm before Maddox cups my face and slides down my throat. I gasp, relaxing my throat to welcome all of him in. I taste the saltiness of precum on the back of my tongue, sucking every inch of this man as Reed and Archer go wild, fucking me like there's no tomorrow.

When my second climax arrives, it is complete and utter abandonment, matched only by their complete and utter surrender. I am raw and dismantled, melting and rippling outward like an exploding sun as my men claim me and fill me with their seed. I am the happiest that I have ever been, safe and loved and cherished.

"You're fucking perfect, Mrs. Faulkner," Archer whispers in my ear, his cock pulsating inside me as my pussy is stretched beyond its most reasonable limits. I love this feeling.

"Just like you, Mr. Faulkner," I whisper back, looking up at Maddox while he wipes himself from my chin.

Reed's hand lovingly closes around the back of my head.

Our eyes meet for a second as Archer's teeth dig into my shoulder.

We're just getting started not only with our wedding night but with the rest of our lives. We started as something uncertain but insanely intense. We were an accident we didn't even know was waiting to happen.

And to think it all began when I walked into the wrong room.