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Tears stream down Finleigh’s face from the intensity of our loving, and Axl looks ready to explode from the pleasure. “Don’t fucking stop,” I demand, even though he’s exhausted. Something we’ve learned is that our girl likes being fucked until she passes out and even long after.
“Cramp,” Axl grunts but doesn’t stop until we feel her body go lax between us. Tipping to the side, he moans as he pulls out of her ass. Her body rolls back, and he wraps his lips around her free nipple.
We stay like that for a long damn time, sucking, rolling, and massaging her until she pushes us away in her sleep. Just as I’m about to pull away, I feel a tiny drop on my tongue and savor the nutty sweetness.
“It fucking works.” Axl stares down at her in wonder.
“Yeah, it does.”
She’s likely far enough along, so that could be the reason. But I don’t care because we’ll be doing this as often as we can until she’s got a steady supply flowing.
When we met Finleigh, there was something special about her. She enthralled me in a way no other woman ever had. She captured my attention from her first spoken words, asking us if we had plans that night, then inviting us to her hotel room. She was brave and confident. Knew what she wanted and went for it.
We never thought we’d see her again; however, when we did, neither of us imagined the way things would turn out. Now that we have her, we’re never letting her go, not for anything.
Finleigh Collins is forever property of Brute and Axl.
Epilogue
Finleigh
Several months later.
Brute brings the infant carrier into the clubhouse while Axl carries my exhausted body. My head leans on his chest, and my eyes are closed. It’s quiet today, a little too quiet, and when I hear a hushed “Surprise!” ring out, my heart thumps wildly in my chest.
Streamers and balloons hang throughout the reconstructed warehouse, along with a huge table of presents and a three-tiered cake in both pink and blue frosting. Everyone eagerly waits to learn the sex of the baby because until they came screaming into the world, we were clueless.
Fresh tears spring to my eyes when I notice the large, cushioned rocking chair and bassinet in the corner. They’re the exact ones I’d been viewing online a week ago. My eyes seek out the man I know got them for us because he was the only one with me.
“Viking,” I call, and his head pops up from the back of the crowd. “Thank you.”
He’s not one to show much emotion, and I’ve freaked him out on more than one occasion by being too emotional around him, so I try to keep myself in check.
“Fucker,” Axl grumbles as he follows me to the chair and gets comfortable before Brute carries our baby over.
“Come on; we’re dying here. Boy or girl?” Trista, who has become my closest friend here, rubs her hands together in anticipation.
Smiling softly as I rub my face through his soft, dark hair, I reply, “Boy, and his name is Brody Williams-Barnes.”
I went into labor on our honeymoon, and we still hadn’t settled on a name until I cradled him in my arms. It was then that I asked my new husbands if we could all change our names to the hyphenated version, so there would never be any debate about who we belonged to. They eagerly agreed.
“Perfection, princess.” Brute kisses the top of my head. When he held Brody for the first time, he was so at peace. I’d never seen him like that before. It was humbling for both Axl and me.
“Twenty hours of labor, and she barely made a sound,” Axl boasts proudly.
It was rough, and there were moments I thought my body would literally explode, but my guys were in a panic the entire time, and I didn’t need them leveling threats. Focusing on them made things easier for me.
“Knew she’d be a rockstar,” Dick suddenly says, a broad grin on his face as he comes forward. “Can I?”
I give him the go-ahead, and he gently slips the baby from my arms, taking him to Candy, who has tears in her eyes.
“Grammy is going to love on you so hard, Brody.”
Candy is so excited to be a grandmother. There was a moment when she’d asked me if she would have that honor because she wasn’t blood. I’d been horrified she thought otherwise.
When my parents finally stepped up and answered my calls, the only thing they asked was if the baby had been killed and if I was marrying Shawn, despite knowing he was indirectly responsible for what happened. We haven’t spoken since, and I doubt we ever will again.
“Oh, goody!” Amber, Trista, and Macy excitedly rush outside, leaving me confused, but when Brute and Axl share a look, I realize they’ve done something.