Page 106 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)
Epilogue
Wren
The timer on my phone alerts me that it’s been three minutes. I turn over the test in my hands, my heart racing as I prepare myself for the outcome. My breath catches in my throat as those two pink lines appear, just like I knew they would.
“Wren, are you okay in there?” I hear Ezra call from outside the bathroom door. Anxiety swirls through me at the thought of having to tell them. Do they even want kids?
I slip the test in my back pocket, hoping to buy myself a moment to gather my thoughts. I take a deep breath and open the door, stepping out into the dim light of the bedroom. Elijah and Ezra are sitting on the bed, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity.
“Everything okay?” I ask, trying to sound casual, but I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.
Elijah’s eyes search mine, and I can see the worry etched on his face. “You’ve been in there a while,” he says gently. “Is everything alright?”
I nod, but my voice trembles as I reply, “Yeah, just… taking care of some stuff.”
Ezra leans forward, his brow furrowing slightly. “You sure? You look a little pale.” They’re too perceptive for their own good sometimes.
I can’t help but laugh nervously. “Thanks for the concern, but I’m fine. Really.” I shift my weight, feeling the test pressing against my back pocket, a constant reminder of the life-altering news I’m holding onto.
“Okay,” Elijah says, but I can tell he’s not entirely convinced. “If you need to talk, we’re here for you.”
The weight of their concern makes my heart swell, but it also intensifies my anxiety. I want to tell them, to share this incredible news, but what if they’re not ready? What if they don’t want this?
“Actually…” I start, hesitating as I try to find the right words. “There’s something I need to share with you both.”
Elijah and Ezra exchange glances, their expressions shifting to one of anticipation. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what’s to come. “I took a test,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “And… It's positive.”
The room falls silent, and I can feel the air thickening around us. I watch as their faces register the news, a mix of shock and disbelief.
“Positive?” Ezra repeats, his eyes wide. “As in…?”
“Yes,” I confirm, my heart racing as I brace myself for their reaction. “I’m pregnant.”
Elijah’s expression shifts from surprise to a soft, dawning realization. “Wow,” he breathes, his voice filled with awe. “Wren, are you serious?”
I nod, tears welling in my eyes as the reality of the moment washes over me. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I was scared.”
Ezra jumps up from the bed, a wide smile breaking across his face. “This is amazing!” he exclaims, his excitement infectious. “I can’t believe it!”
Elijah stands too, his gaze locked onto mine, and I can see a flicker of joy mixed with concern in his eyes. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice steady but filled with care. “This is a big deal.”
“I’m… I’m scared, but also excited,” I admit, my voice trembling. “I didn’t know how you both would feel about it.”
“It’s fucking amazing news, baby!” Ezra exclaims, wrapping me in his arms and swinging me around the room.
“Whoa, easy there. I don’t want to puke on you.” I laugh, the exhilaration of the moment bubbling up inside me. The sheer joy radiating from Ezra is contagious, and I can’t help but smile as he sets me down gently, still holding onto my shoulders as if to steady me, or maybe even himself.
Elijah scoops me up from behind and plops me down on the bed.
“This calls for a celebration.” His emerald eyes twinkle with mischief.
He throws his shirt on the floor and climbs up my body, kissing every inch as he goes.
I arch my back, feeling the heat of his touch, and I can’t suppress a giggle as he trails kisses along my collarbone.
“That’s a perfect idea, brother,” Ezra agrees, his voice smooth and teasing as he begins to strip off his own shirt. The sight of him, confident and carefree, adds to the thrill of the moment. “I think our little bird needs some extra-special attention.”
I bite my lip, a rush of warmth flooding my cheeks as I watch them. The atmosphere shifts, filled with a playful energy that makes my heart race. “You two are ridiculous,” I say, laughter spilling from my lips, but I can feel the excitement building within me.
Elijah pauses, looking up at me with a smirk. “Ridiculous? Or just enthusiastic about our little celebration?”
“Definitely enthusiastic,” I reply, my voice teasing. “But I’m not complaining.”
Ezra climbs onto the bed, joining Elijah, and they both hover over me, their expressions a mix of affection and playful mischief. “We want to make sure you feel celebrated,” Elijah says, his voice low and inviting. “After all, you’re the one bringing our little one into the world.”
He tugs my shirt over my head while Ezra unbuttons my jeans and begins pulling them down.
In seconds, I’m completely naked, a wave of heat flooding my cheeks as I feel their gazes on me.
A mix of excitement and anticipation swells within me, and I can’t help but ache for them, the connection between us igniting a fire deep inside.
Elijah leans in closer, his breath warm against my skin as he trails soft kisses along my collarbone, his hands exploring the curves of my body. “You’re so fucking perfect, little bird,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with desire.
At the same time, Ezra’s fingers trace a path down my thighs, teasing and tantalizing as they inch closer to my core.
I gasp, arching into his touch, the ache within me building into a desperate need.
“You’re ours, uccellina ,” he whispers, his eyes filled with a fierce possessiveness.
“And we’re going to worship every inch of you. Everyday.”
“Fuck, Wren. I'll love seeing your belly swell with our child. Seeing your breasts grow, knowing it's because of us.” Elijah licks over my nipple before sucking it into his hot mouth. “Fuck,” he groans. “You taste so good.”
I arch my back as he pulls his mouth away. Ezra continues his exploration as his hand finds my pussy. “So fucking wet, Wren. This is all for us, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I admit. “It’s always for you.”
“Fuck yes it is,” Eli murmurs against my skin.
I feel two fingers thrust into me, filling me and stretching me. A cry of pleasure escapes my lips, and I can feel my climax building, the tension within me growing with each passing second.
Ezra’s fingers curl inside me, hitting a spot that sends shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body.
His thumb brushes against my clit, and I feel like I might explode.
“That’s it, little bird. Let go, and fly for us,” Ezra whispers in my ear, his voice filled with a commanding intensity that only adds to the sensations coursing through me.
Eli’s mouth moves from my breast, trailing kisses down my stomach, his tongue swirling around my belly button before he reaches my clit. He sucks it into his mouth, the sensation sending jolts of electricity through my body.
I can feel myself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, the twin’s coordinated efforts pushing me higher and higher. My legs tremble, and I can feel the pressure building, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I cling to the sheets, surrendering myself to the overwhelming pleasure.
With a final, firm stroke, I shatter, my orgasm ripping through me with a force that leaves me breathless.
“Daddy!” I cry out, my voice a mix of pleasure and relief, as wave after wave of ecstasy courses through my body.
Eli’s fingers trail from my pussy to my ass, where he gently circles my virgin hole. “I want this one, little bird.”
He presses his finger into my hole, and I whimper.
“Relax, little bird. Daddy is going to make you feel so good. Just give yourself over to me,” he murmurs in my ear.
His voice is soothing yet firm, and I feel my body respond, the tension in my muscles easing as he continues to work his finger inside me.
The sensation is strange, a mixture of pain and pleasure, but I trust him, and I know that he'll guide me through it.
He slowly works a second finger into my tight hole, and I can feel my body stretching, adjusting to the intrusion.
The discomfort is there, but it's mixed with a pleasure that I've never experienced before.
Elijah's fingers move in a steady rhythm, his touch confident and commanding, and I can't help but moan at the sensations he's evoking.
I watch as Ezra undoes his pants, his body a perfect blend of strength and elegance. His cock stands proud and erect, and I lick my lips in anticipation. He climbs onto the bed and positions himself on his back.
“Come sit on Daddy, Wren,” he says with a smirk as he lazily strokes his hard cock.
I move to straddle him, my body still reeling from the aftershocks of my orgasm.
The sight of him beneath me, his eyes dark with desire, sends a shiver of excitement through me.
Elijah helps guide me, positioning me over Ezra's cock, and I slowly lower myself onto him, gasping as I feel him fill me.
He stretches me, and the feeling of being connected with him in such an intimate way is overwhelming every time.
Elijah presses his chest against my back as he licks and kisses a path to my ear. “Are you ready to be claimed completely?”
“Yes. Oh, fuck. Yes, Daddy!” I cry out as I grind down on Ezra's hard length. “Please, claim me.”
“Good girl,” he growls as he pushes his cock into my ass. My muscles burn with the stretch and I wince. “Relax and push out. You're doing so well, little bird.” He rains kisses down on my neck and shoulders, and I relax more.
"I've got you, little bird. You're ours," he murmurs, his voice low and reassuring, as he begins to push into me.
The stretch and fullness are overwhelming, but the pain is mixed with a pleasure that takes my breath away.
I can feel my body adjusting to his presence, the discomfort slowly giving way to a deep, primal pleasure.
“Fuck, Wren. Your ass feels amazing. You're so tight and warm," Elijah groans, his voice filled with a mix of pleasure and awe.
He starts to move, slowly at first, letting me adjust to the sensation of having both of them inside me.
Ezra thrusts up, meeting my movements, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me as we find a rhythm that sets my body ablaze.
The twins work in perfect harmony, their movements synchronized, each thrust and stroke pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy.
I feel so full and loved by the two of them. My body feels like it's on fire as they thrust into me. “I'm not going to last, Wren. You feel so fucking good wrapped around our cocks. Come for us, merlotta. Come all over my cock.”
His words send me over the edge. I feel my orgasm wash over me and I scream their names as they both continue to thrust into me, prolonging the pleasure that's rocking my body.
With a final, powerful surge, the twins follow me, their bodies tensing, their groans of pleasure mixing with my cries. The room is filled with the sounds of our ecstasy, the air thick with the scent of passion and love.
Ezra's fingers dig into my hips, his body trembling as he rides out his orgasm.
Elijah's arms wrap around me, holding me close, his breath warm against my skin as he whispers, “I love you so much, little bird.” The twins' bodies press against mine, our hearts beating in unison.
I feel Elijah pull out of me, and I lie down on Ezra's chest, whimpering at the sudden emptiness I feel.
He moves behind me, and I feel the warm, wet washcloth clean me up.
When he's done, he throws it across the room and climbs into bed beside me.
His hand goes to my still flat stomach, and he rubs it gently.
“I can’t wait to see you swollen with our baby, little bird. To see your body changing and growing with the life we’ve made together.
“You’re so beautiful, Wren. Every inch of you is perfect,” Ezra whispers as he gazes into my eyes. “I want to worship every curve, every scar, every part of you.”
He leans down, brushing his lips against mine, the gentle touch sending shivers through my body. “You are ours, uccellina , body, mind, and soul,” Elijah murmurs, his voice filled with a possessive intensity that makes my heart race.
As I slowly come down from the heights of pleasure, I feel the twins wrap me in their arms, their bodies pressed against mine, their warmth a comfort like no other.
I snuggle into them, feeling loved, cherished, and protected, safe in the knowledge that they will always be there to catch me when I fall.
THE END