Epilogue

EPILOGUE

SEVEN MONTHS LATER- NEW YEAR'S EVE

T he Copper Kitten is packed tonight. Everyone in town is here for the ball drop. It's loud, rowdy and I wouldn't have it any other way.

It's been over half a year since I returned to Wild Thorn Ranch, and I've not once regretted my decision.

At first, I thought it might take me some time getting used to a new lifestyle, that I might miss being able to buy what I want, when I want.

That wasn't the case. I felt at ease, like this was how my life was always meant to be. Waking up early, working with the twins, going home with them after a long day or heading down to the main house for family supper.

My life is still rich, but in many different ways. I have the love of my men, my new family members and the friends I've come to make.

I'm excited to wake up between the guys each morning and fall asleep sweaty and tired at the end of the night.

The biggest reality check I had was being proven just how fake people were. It's like everyone forgot about me. The ones who called me a friend, never reached out to see how I was doing or anything. Not that I care, they were never true friends of mine.

No, my real friends are Hadley and Sophia. I've even started growing closer to Carson too.

My dad and I still don't talk. That hurts more than I'd like to admit.

But my mom texts me every once in a while to check-in. That means more than she knows.

I have a new family, a real family who loves me. The Wilders are all I need.

"Hey Emma." Hadley finds me in the crowd where I've been dancing with Sophia. The guys are behind the bar, helping the bartender keep up.

Watching them up there slinging bottles is a lot sexier than it should be. Or maybe I'm biased because they're mine and everything they do is sexy.

"Here." She hands me a drink. I take it, nerves filling me. I was hoping everyone would be too drunk to notice I'm not drinking tonight.

"No thanks," I yell back over the music and hand the glass back to her.

She gives me a funny look. "You're not drinking tonight? It's New Year's. We're supposed to get drunk and party!"

"I'm just not feeling it tonight," I tell her.

"Why?" She laughs. "What are you like pregnant or something?"

My stomach drops and my eyes flick between her and Sophia.

"Oh my god, you are!" Sophia's face lights up.

"Shut the fuck up!" Hadley gapes at me. "No fucking way!"

"Shhh," I shout back. "The guys don't know yet."

"Holy shit, this is amazing," Hadley squeals.

"Josie gets a cousin." Sophia's eyes well with tears. "I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks." I give each of them a hug. "I plan on telling Wyatt and Weston tonight. I don't think I could go into the new year keeping this to myself."

"I'm gonna go behind the bar and help out so you and my brothers can hang out." Hadley downs the drink she got for me.

"I don't think you're supposed to drink on the job." I laugh.

Hadley shrugs. "Makes it more fun." She winks then takes off.

A few seconds later, the twins are hopping over the bar and heading my way.

"That's my cue to leave." Sophia laughs but she doesn't get very far before Marshall swoops in, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her into his arms.

She laughs as the two of them start to dance.

Meanwhile, Weston does the same thing his big brother did, pulling me close to his body.

"Hey Red," he murmurs, his lips grazing my throat, making me shiver, a moan slipping free.

Wyatt presses himself to me from behind.

"You're ours for the rest of tonight," he tells me.

"I'm yours for the rest of our lives," I sigh, leaning back into Wyatt.

Only downside about being with two men is that I can't marry them both.

Not like that's going to stop us. We had a commitment ceremony in October. It was a wedding, the only difference was there was no marriage certificate. I have a wedding ring with two bands twisted together almost like barbed wire, and the twins both have a ring themselves. They're it for me, and I'm it for them. Together forever.

We dance to the music, not even caring what song it is, or if the beat matches. Lost in each other's touch.

It doesn't take very long before I'm worked up, rubbing my thighs together. Weston notices and grins.

"Is my girl needy?" he whispers in my ear.

I bite my lower lip and nod.

"Do you want us to take care of it?" Wyatt asks, kissing at my throat.

"Always," I sigh, shivering at their touch.

Grabbing my hand, Wyatt is quick to start pulling me through the crowd, passing the people waiting in line to use the bathroom and down the hall toward the back.

Wyatt opens a door that says employees only, and flicks on a light before pulling me into the room.

Weston closes the door behind us and locks it. Their hands are all over me in an instant. I kiss Wyatt first, moaning as he slips his tongue into my mouth. It's messy and needy and so damn hot.

When we break apart for air, Weston kisses me next, just as desperate as his brother.

Panting for air, my head swims as my pussy aches, dripping, needing to be filled. Wyatt is leaning against the wall, cock out in his hand.

My mouth waters as I watch him stroke his thick length, pre cum already dripping down the tip.

"Come here Hellcat," he growls. "Suck my cock like a good girl while my brother fucks that tight, needy pussy."

I whimper, a rush of pure want flooding through me. Putting my hands on the wall behind him, I lean over and let him push his cock into my mouth.

"Fuck," he hisses, grabbing a handful of my hair and pushing my head down.

Loosening my jaw, I let him control me, moving my head so my mouth glides up and down his thick velvety shaft. I suck and lick the best I can, but Wyatt seems to be losing control by the second. I don't care, I love it when they're overpowered by pure lust for me that they can't contain it.

"This fucking ass," Weston groans as he lifts up my dress. I moan around Wyatt's cock as his hand comes down hard on my cheek.

"So damn fuckable. I want this when we get home." I hear the sound of his zipper, then feel him move my panties to the side. "But for now, I'm going to take this sweet cunt for myself. Fill you up until my cum is dripping down your thighs."

I'll never get tired of the dirty mouths on these men. It makes me feral for them.

When I thrust my ass toward him, wiggling it a little, he chuckles darkly. "So needy." Then he's pushing inside me, stealing the air from my lungs.

The two of them fuck me mercilessly and I love every moment of it. The sounds of skin slapping together, grunts, moans and cruses fill the bathroom.

It doesn't take long before my head is spinning, my body is humming and the telltale signs that my orgasm is quickly approaching.

"That's it Hellcat," Wyatt grunts out. "Take my cock down that tight throat. I'm gonna cum baby, and you're going to be a good girl and swallow it all, aren't you?"

I moan, nodding the best I can. I look up at him, tears in my eyes, drool dripping down my chin but he looks at me like I'm a fucking angel and I almost lose it.

"So perfect," he whispers before his eyes slam shut and he's groaning, body stiffening as he cums.

I do my best to swallow, Weston's punishing thrusts making me gag on Wyatt's cock so some leaks down my chin.

When he pulls out, I cough a little, swallowing what's left in my mouth before gasping.

Wyatt looks down at me and shoves the cum on the corner of my mouth through my lips with his thumb.

"I love you so fucking much Hellcat," he groans as I suck on his digit.

"I love you more," I manage to get out before Weston shoves me up against the wall pressing my face to the side.

"So fucking good baby. God, you drive me wild. Fuck, fuck!" He pounds into me savagely. I whimper, my orgasm just out of each. "I'm gonna put a baby inside you," he moans, as his cock glides in and out of me in punishing thrusts. I'm so embarrassingly wet right now. "I'm going to pump you full of my seed and get you all round and pregnant."

"Weston," I cry out as my orgasm takes control.

"Emma," he roars as he cums with me. My body spasms as his cock twitches, warm cum filling me to the brim.

We're all panting when Weston pulls out, his cum gushing out of me and down my legs. Wyatt crouches down and cleans me up as Weston kisses me sweetly.

"I love you Red," he murmurs, brushing his lips across my forehead.

"I love you more," I sigh back, feeling amazing in my post orgasm glow.

"We better get out there, the ball is gonna drop soon," Wyatt says, kissing me too.

They move toward the door, but I feel like I need to say this now before I don't get the chance.

"Wait."

They both turn to look at me.

"You know how you said you wanted to get me pregnant?" I laugh nervously. "Well, it worked. I'm pregnant."

Weston cocks a brow. "Ah, baby girl, I don't think it works that fast." He chuckles.

"No." I bite my lip. "Really. I'm pregnant. I took a test this morning."

They both stare at me, eyes wideningand lips parting in unison.

Huh. That might have been the first weird twin thing I've seen them do.

"You're serious?" Weston asks in a whisper.

"You're really pregnant?" Wyatt asks in awe.

"Yeah." My voice cracks as I smile. "We're having a baby!"

The two of them stare at each other and for a small moment and I worry they're not taking the news well before they burst out into cheers.

Wyatt grabs my face in his large hands, kissing me breathlessly before Weston does the same.

"So, you're happy?"

"Happy?" Wyatt laughs, pure joy on his face. "We're over the fucking moon."

I laugh and squeal as Weston tosses me over his shoulder and Wyatt slaps my ass.

"Fuck yeah!"

They bring me back out to the dance floor, placing me on my feet. I watch in shock as the two of them go over to the bar and jump onto the top.

"Hey everyone!" Wyatt shouts.

Most people look over, wondering what the heck they're doing.

"We're having a baby!" Weston cheers.

A moment later, so does the rest of the room.

Everyone breaks out into congratulations and I feel like I'm on cloud nine. Everything I ever wanted has come true for me and I didn't need money, a mansion or a fancy car to get it. Just the two men who I love more than anything else in the world and who treat me like their queen.

Someone lets everyone know the ball is about to drop and the count-down is on.

We all shout along. "Happy New Year!"

Then the twins each kiss me on the cheek.

"Happy New Year, Baby." Weston kisses my lips.

"Happy New Year, Hellcat." Wyatt does the same.

"Happy New Year." I laugh. "So." I give them a sly smile. "Now that I'm your wife and having your baby, does that mean I earned your brand?"

Biting my lip, I watch as they look at each other in shock before groaning.

"You know it's going to hurt, right?" Wyatt asks.

"There won't be one but two, one for each of us," Weston informs me.

"I know. The moment this baby is out of me, I want it. Both of them."

As messed up as some might think it is, the idea of having their mark on me forever like that fills me with pride.

I want it. Need it.

They look at each other and grin. "Anything for you, Red." Weston pulls me into his arms as Wyatt steps up behind me.

Wyatt brings his lips to my ear. "Equally, our hearts and souls."

And mine is theirs. I don't love one more than the other, both of them own me. Equally and completely. Until the day we die, and beyond.