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Three Years Later

W ith age comes wisdom, but a helluva lot less patience.

“I swear to Christ, Saint, if you don’t make me come by the time I count to three, you won’t get this mouth, pussy, or ass for at least a month, I swear.”

Deep chuckles surround us, and I’ve got a split-second to think about all the ways I’ll fucking cocktease them before Saint suddenly thrusts in deep enough to make me scream.

“This what you want, slut? Want my dick imprinting your fucking vagina so you know whose name to shout when you come around my cock?”

“Fuck yes. Please!”

He leans in, his lips brushing against mine. “Then tell us what we want to hear.”

My gasp is ridiculously loud when he slams in again.

Grant steps up to the bed. “Better say it, Rem. Because in two seconds I’m shoving my dick down your throat, and you won’t get another chance. It will be hours of edging and tears with no mercy in sight.”

“Fuck. O-okay.”

“Let’s hear it, doll.”

“Please, sirs. Please fill me up with your cum. Fuck me until you put another baby inside me.”

Rogue’s growl is loud in the small space. “Hurry it up, brother. I can’t hold out much longer.”

“You heard him, slut. Come for us now.”

His next thrust hits so deep, I scream his name as my body goes taut. My nails are digging into his back as he pumps into me harder despite my body trying to tighten around him.

“So. Fucking. Good,” Saint grunts before pausing balls deep inside me.

I’m still spasming around him when he roughly pulls out, and Rogue takes his place. The big guy lifts me up and drops to his back as he pulls me astride him. In seconds, he’s surging up into my pussy, making me so fucking full I can’t think straight. Grant appears in front of me, pulling my mouth down onto his dick.

“That’s it, Rem. Ride him while you suck my dick.” Gripping my face, he thrusts in, all the way to the back of my throat. “Hey, Prez. Come stretch your wife’s ass.”

Ace’s hand lands on my hip as the other swipes the fat head of his cock between my cheeks, finding plenty of wetness from our earlier play.

“You want my cock in your ass, wife?”

Grant grips my hair, pulling my head back just long enough for me to reply, “Yes, sir.”

“Hmmm. Such a good girl for us.” He smoothly plunges in, and they fuck me in tandem until I’m begging for another release.

“Gonna fill you up so full, you’ll be round with my baby in no time,” Rogue snarls, roughly thrusting into me from below.

He comes with a roar, sending me toppling over right along with him.

“Fuck, she gets so fucking tight when she comes.” Ace roughly sinks into my ass with a groan. “Shit. I’m coming.”

“Same, brother,” Grant rasps, pulling me down until my nose is buried in the small patch of hair at his base. “Swallow me down, then we’ll start all over again.”

He roars, his dick swelling, and spurts of cum shoot down my throat as I try to swallow it all.

Ace is the first to pull out, collapsing on the bed beside Rogue, then Grant falls back against the headboard. What I don’t expect is for Trip to walk over and lift me off the big guy. My legs instinctually wrap around his waist as Rogue’s and Saint’s cum starts to leak out of me.

“Don’t think you’re done yet, baby girl.”

Trip lifts me up, his rigid dick easily finding my seeping hole. Slowly, he slides in, my pussy already beginning to flutter around him as his mouth meets mine.

“That’s it, baby. I’m so fucking close. Strangle my cock. Milk me ‘til I’m filling you up too.”

With impressive strength, he raises me up and down on his cock, and I’m coming again before I can even blink. It’s not long before he’s grunting out his own release. He drops into one of the corner chairs, still sheathed in my cunt.

“Fuck, how is it more amazing each and every time I’m inside you?” Falling against his sweaty chest, he kisses my forehead.

Sleepily, my eyes search the room, taking in my men. All except for one, that is.

“Where did Saint go?” I ask around a yawn.

“He heard Raven on the monitor and went to check on her. Something about Killer helping her escape again and he didn’t want her sneaking a peek at all the presents.”

I smile. My little girl and her fierce protector. The two of them are trouble with a capital T. Add in the fact that it’s Christmas Eve, and she’s been asking about Santa since Saint made an appearance at the clubhouse last weekend in full Saint Nick gear… Well, let’s just say it wouldn’t surprise me if the two of them were up to no good.

“I better go check on them.”

Trip drops one last kiss on my lips, then lifts me off his dick.

“Gonna be messy, baby girl.”

“That’s okay. Hand me my shorts. I’ll come back down to shower, so we’re ready for round two.”

“You know, I think you may actually be trying to kill us with that killer body of yours,” Ace murmurs, eyeing me up and down like he’s thinking about saying fuck it and taking me again right now.

“Nah. I like your dicks too much to get rid of them.”

He slides off the bed, stalking toward me as his muscles ripple with the movement and his dick bobs. “Better hurry up and check on our little girl then, doll. My patience is non-existent when you’re naked like this.”

I smirk, pulling up my shorts and throwing on my tank. “Don’t worry. I’ll hurry back.”

Heading for the hidden door that leads to the library which is close to Raven’s room, I trudge up the stairs and make my way down the darkened hallway. It’s two in the morning, but our little girl is a night owl, just like her parents, despite our best efforts. Down the way, Saint is leaning up against her door jamb.

“Hey,” I whisper, sliding up against his side. “What’s going on?”

“Look.”

He guides my face toward the bedroom where our little girl, clad in a t-shirt and undies, her dark hair in two long braids that hang down her back, is sitting in front of this massive, intimidating-looking doberman. Their bond is truly heartwarming. He hates when she cries, so he’s figured out a way to open her bedroom door with his paw on the levered handle.

“Remind me why we haven’t put a lock on her door?”

“You really want to put a stop to this? He’d never let her get hurt. Not to mention it’s a fire hazard.”

There she sits, playing patty cake on Killer’s chest, as he gives her forehead a good lick. She laughs, and the sound makes my heart swell.

Shit. If it’s not my men giving me baby fever, it’s the little girl that made me a mommy.

“Right. Got it.”

He kisses the top of my head then pulls me in for a hug.

“You go back downstairs. I’ll put her back to bed and join you guys shortly.”

“Don’t be long. You know how I get when I’m frustrated.”

“I told you once that I enjoy the image of you being frustrated, immensely . Nothing’s changed there.”

I giggle softly. “I think you enjoy it a little too much.”

“How could I not?” He stares down at me with a look that’s rare for a man who takes few things seriously. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted, and now I get to have you in my arms and in my bed every night—something I never thought would actually happen back then.”

Gripping the sides of his face, I try to put into words everything he means to me. “I’m yours. You all have given me more than I can ever truly repay. I fucking love you, Saint. Thank you for not giving up all those years ago.”

“Never, angel. I love you too.” He kisses me sweetly, lulling me with a tenderness that is so unlike him. “Now go downstairs and wait for me. ‘Cuz, I’m not sure if you’ve heard, Remington, but this Santa comes more than once a year.”

My surprised laugh rushes out before I can stop it. “You really are Naughty Saint Nick, aren’t you?”

“Only for you, angel. Only for you.”

He kisses my cheek and turns me toward the hall that leads to the hidden door which will take me back to the others. With a swat on my ass that has me gasping, I do as I’m told.

Do I shoot him a glare and the middle finger over my shoulder?

Of fucking course I do.

But inside am I already bubbling with anticipation of what punishment I’ll get for it?

Of fucking course I am.

That’s what a partially reformed serial killer does when everything she’s ever wanted has come true and she’s loved beyond measure.

She lives.

Fucking. Happily. Ever. After.