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They were married.

His heart pounded as he suddenly realized a lifetime with them would be nowhere near enough.

Annie’s ass tilted slightly, lifting as Xavier plunged his thumb in and out.

“Colum and I are going to take turns fucking you here,” Xavier told her.“There’s no part of you we won’t claim as ours.”

Annie shifted, and Colum groaned as she released him.His balls had to be neon blue by this point.

“Now, Husband,” she gritted out, as Xavier continued stretching her with his thumb.“Do that.”

Xavier tsked.“That wasn’t the plan,mon cheri.Not tonight.Besides, you aren’t asking nicely,” he purred.“Beg.”

Annie looked over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she fought to catch her breath.“Please.”

Xavier shared a glance with Colum.“She needs to beg a lot harder than that.”

Colum wanted to agree, he really fucking did, but Annie had pushed him to the edge too many times.So many, in fact, that he was more than willing to do her begging for her.“Xavier.Please.Please fuck her.She needs it.We both do.”

Xavier shook his head, not in refusal, and released a long, pained sigh.“I can’t resist you both.I’d intended to draw this out, but…merde.You make it impossible.”

Colum kissed Annie again, the two pulled apart when Xavier pushed inside with one hard thrust before holding there.

The two of them shared a look over her back, Annie’s head bowed, her breathing labored.Colum imagined it wouldn’t take much for Xavier to draw the second and third orgasms from her.

“Fuck our wife, Xavier.Then I’m going to fuck you.”

After that, words fell away.Xavier gripped Annie’s hips, driving into her roughly, taking her the way they’d both learned she loved.

And while he was fucking her senseless, she had enough wits left to remember him.Colum jerked when he felt her lips slide over his cock, taking him into her mouth.

Colum closed his eyes, fighting with everything he had as Annie’s movements—driven by Xavier’s hard thrusts—pushed him to the precipice once again.

When it became apparent she was on the verge of coming, Colum gently pulled away from her, Annie screaming, her body writhing with pleasure.Xavier, true to his word, never gave way, fucking her through that orgasm and straight into the third as Annie gasped, pleading for a respite.

It came when Xavier let go of the reins, his eyes tightly pressed shut, his face distorted by a bliss that looked like agony, as he gave in to his own climax.

Colum watched, spellbound, his thoughts racing through the next fifty years or so.Annie’s body round with their baby, sleepless nights as they cared for their child, breaking up their children’s “he’s touching me” fights, Christmases, birthdays, graduations, grandchildren.

A perfect life.

He was pulled from his thoughts when Annie shifted, lethargically crawling over him to place a soft kiss on his lips.“Fuck our husband,” she whispered, dropping down next to him, her back resting against the headboard.She resembled a queen—a naked, flushed, sweaty queen—on her throne, waiting for her subjects to entertain her.

Colum wasted no time climbing off the bed, more than ready to put on a show for her.

Xavier still knelt near the foot of the bed, watching as Colum pulled a new tube of lubrication from the nightstand, then stalked over until he was standing behind his husband.

They’d spent hours learning each other’s rhythms and turn-ons, so Colum knew Xavier enjoyed a slow burn, loved the way he stretched him out in degrees, first one finger, then two, then three.As Colum prepared his husband’s body to take him, Annie offered Xavier the same hot, drugging kisses she’d given Colum earlier.

Once Xavier was ready, Colum rubbed a layer of lubrication over his own cock, that light stroke almost his undoing.

“This isn’t going to last long,” he warned Xavier, who looked over his shoulder and winked.

“We have a lifetime to build up our stamina.I don’t need finesse or endurance.I just need you.”

Colum grinned, then pushed his cock into his lover’s tight ass.Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, he’d never—NEVER—felt anything so fecking good as being buried deep inside Xavier’s and Annie’s bodies.It might be clichéd, but he genuinely believed they were made just for him.Physically, emotionally, intellectually.

In a word, they wereeverything.