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His trembling muscles gave away his orgasm though, and he sucked and played with her tits until she was a mess of shakes and panting breaths.

I wasn’t done. I was never done with either of them. But the orgasm that built deep and low, gripping my balls, demanded release. I withdrew from Bliss’s sweet pussy and lifted Scythe’s thighs, opening his legs up to give me access to his ass.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, looking up at me in surprise. “Are you trying to fucking kill me? I already came.”

But I hadn’t. And I wasn’t done.

I pushed inside him, and he took me easily, already so turned on and relaxed from his orgasm.

I drove into him, feeling the tight pulse of his internal muscles gripping and stroking my cock.

Bliss, splayed out across Scythe’s body, her head resting on his chest, dragged herself up on to all fours like she was going to leave.

I chuckled, grabbing her hips, keeping her there. “Where do you think you’re going?”

She glanced back at me in surprise.

I lowered my head, dipping my tongue between her thighs once more, tasting Scythe’s cum there, still dripping from her slit.

“I can’t come again.” Her head dropped back down.

But her ass in the air, pressing back toward me, told me she absolutely could.

I licked every trace of Scythe’s cum from her pussy, then drove my fingers inside her, finger fucking her while my cock was deep inside him.

God, I loved both of them. With every breath I breathed, I remembered how fucking lucky I was to have them.

In unison, all three of us came again, Scythe’s second round covering his belly and fist with ropey white streaks. I bellowed out a roar of need, slamming into him, owning his body while loving the way Bliss clenched and spasmed around my fingers.

We finally collapsed into a pile of sticky, sweaty bodies, all of us finally sated and spent.

Nash came out of the steamed-up bathroom, a white hotel towel wrapped tightly around his waist. He leaned against the doorframe. “Bath is ready.”

Scythe groaned dramatically from the bottom of our pile of bodies. “Nash, carry me. My legs don’t work.”

That was enough to have all of us chuckling.

Nash joined us on the bed, drawing Bliss’s naked body into his arms, and she snuggled in against him. She sighed contentedly, her voice turning soft and dreamy.

“We’re married. You’re all Mr. Arthur now.”

The older guys at the club had given me so much shit when I’d told them we were taking Bliss’s name. They’d said it was unmanly. That I should have made her take my name.

But it was the name my children had. It was the name the woman I loved had.

All the people I loved most in this world now had that name.

And I was proud as fuck to make it mine too.

Scythe got up, headed for the bathroom. My phone on the table buzzed with an incoming message, and Scythe threw it to me as he passed.

I caught it easily and glanced down at the notification. “Oh, hey. The photo booth company sent us the link for the photos from tonight. Anyone want to look?”

Scythe paused his trip to the bathroom, and we all gathered around the phone.

Bliss squealed. “I’m so excited for these.”

She was so fucking cute with the simple things that made her happy.