Page 324 of Second Sets Omnibus

Bonus Chapter

“She’s mine.I can feel it…” Rad trails off, rubbing my enlarged stomach with one hand. “So mine,” he murmurs in my ear with certainty, pulling my back against his front as we rest on the long sectional couch taking up the living room, cuddled up together.

I relax into him, humming at the light touch of Callum’s fingers dancing over my feet. It’s the first night in our new house—the one we designed and built together on the same property as my other two houses—the band house and my first home in East Point.

I’m still knuckles deep in my business with West Records. Continuing the tradition of taking bands on the brink of destruction and turning them into gold. Or turds. Their choice, really.

And so are Kieran, Callum, and Rad. We all work together in harmony now. Well, as much as married people can work so close together and then live together. The bickering will never end. But at the end of the day, we’re at peace with where our lives are now.

Callum and Rad were hired to scope out talent at local bars, watching for the next big thing. They even help run the yearly Battle of the Bands with Seger and Zeppelin that helped rocket Whispered Words to stardom. My brothers call them the dream team. And they’re not wrong about that. They’re my dream team, too. Because boy, do those men really know how to work me over together. Phew.

Kieran forced his way into becoming my assistant after what happened with Kat and the way Van used her to stalk me. And I do mean forced. The fucker followed me to work and refused to leave. Even kicking his feet up at my desk with narrowed eyes and harassing anyone who dared to enter my office without permission. It’s like I took a bulldog to work and released him on my unsuspecting coworkers. They got used to it. Eventually. God, he even answers my damn phone with a smug, possessive grin, refusing to let anything happen to me. Especially now that I’m pregnant. I swear he’s been foaming at the mouth for the last nine months, growling at anyone who came within one hundred yards of me.

Asher remains at home with Lyric, soaking up being a stay-at-home father. I swear I’ve never seen anyone so at peace playing carpool with other parents, setting up playdates for Ly, and ensuring her homework is done. Every night, when we all get home from work, dinner is done and on the table. I even caught him wearing an apron once while attempting to make a pie. It burned, by the way. Because while I was jumping his bones in the bedroom and ripping his clothes off, the pie was neglected. Oops.

So, yeah. We’ve all been committed for nine months with our vows, but I think our future holds something brighter than we ever imagined.

My life has never felt so damn complete.

It’s hard to believe how our story started—falling hard and fast until we were decimated at rock bottom. I was alone with Ly for so long. Then, these fuckers burst back into my life like a fucking bomb going off and setting me down a winding, twisted path of rediscovery and love.

Now, here we are.

“There were three other participants,” Callum grumbles, digging his thumbs into the bottom of my feet. “She could be mine, too.” He levels Rad with a deadly glare. A glare Rad doesn’t seem to register when he grins, brushing his comment off.

“Right there,” I moan, relaxing further into Rad’s hold.

“Just you, me, and Asher pounding the front together and Kieran in the back. No pussy for you.” He side-eyes Kieran with a smirk, knowing exactly what our deal was. Kieran flips him off with a huff from the kitchen.

Rad, Asher, and Callum wanted to try for a baby of their own, starting before we got married. We knew we would walk down the aisle¾not that it meant anything more than committing ourselves to each other further—but they still wanted a giant diamond on my finger and a baby of their own in my belly. Kieran already had Lyric. So he either suited up for the occasion or stuck with the back door. He agreed, wanting them to have the opportunity, too. He never complained¾not once.

“Shit. Can you believe we stuffed you full of three dicks at a time, Pretty Girl?” Pride fills his voice with the memories of our time together. “Ah, it was magical.” A dreamy look crosses his expression as he loses himself to it.

I shiver, falling into the memories of those moments. Definitely a magical time to be alive. The five of us on the bed. Their dicks were fighting to enter me at the same time. The stretching. The orgasms. Oh, God, the orgasms brought me back to life.

And then knocked me up again.

Good times.

“Besides, my dick is the biggest. Therefore, I win,” Rad gloats with a smirk, eyeing the other two over my shoulder.

I snort, leaning back into him without saying a word. I’m not inserting myself into their dick-measuring contest.

Ever.

“You don’t have the biggest dick…”

“That’s not how that works, dude…”

“Idiot…”

I groan so loudly when Callum hits a small knot in the arch of my foot that I nearly cum from the experience. If that’s possible, anyway. For me, though? It probably is. Considering I’ve been shattering the moment they touch me or enter me. I’ll get pregnant a million times over if they promise never to stop this pampering. Or two more times.

That’s the deal, anyway.

These idiots somehow managed to convince me they each needed a tiny human. Four in total. And me? Well, I’m the incubator of our creations. Don’t get me wrong; I’m over the moon. We’ve settled into this life as a married five-some with a bundle on the way, raising Lyric and more in the future. I could probably explode from all the happiness.

“Nah. My balls are tingling. It’s like they know a little piece of them is right here,” Rad hums confidently, rubbing my stomach more vigorously. “Don't you, boys? Yes, you do."