Epilogue

Epilogue
Bexley

Two years passed since I followed in my mother’s footsteps, both personally—with four amazing husbands who treated me like a goddess, and professionally—at the heart of the MI6 brain network. The cryptology department was like a baby to me, as was the Wolfe division for my husbands. I received a text from Caz and Emilio announcing their engagement. Emilio posted a selfie of them both on the beach with a huge diamond ring on Caz’s finger, and tagged it with ‘#shesaidyes’. They were planning to marry next year at our parents’ retirement base in the Maldives, and Ulric was going to walk her down the aisle. Speaking of fathers, Dad and the guys were happy. Their reverse harem was working out nicely. At long last, things had fallen into place.

The agency restored the beach house. It was like living at Tracy Island, not knowing which buttons and switches activated what. The guys didn’t leave me the instruction manual, so I had a few mishaps within the first six months. One actually made the news when a local resident thought he saw a UFO flying along the Jurrassic coast. The offending contraption looked like an ordinary T.V remote to me. How was I supposed to know that it activated Dominic’s drone? I spent ages pressing the buttons, wondering why the television wasn’t working. It was only when I took the back off, intending to change the batteries, that I saw the computer wizardry inside. That night, it was all over the news that the Navy shot down the drone and it landed somewhere in the English Channel. To this day, Dominic still thinks it malfunctioned. I didn’t have the guts to tell him otherwise.

It was his own fault for leaving it lying around.

We had more important things to focus our attention on. I was ready . . . according to the home fertility kit I purchased from the internet. My husbands were on their way back faster than Ulrich’s jet to get me pregnant on our anniversary night. Dinner was ready, the candles all lit, and the champagne was chilling on ice. I planned everything down to the massage oils on the nightstand, not that I had time to prepare everything myself as well as get ready. I had a team of highly skilled agents on hand to assist with all my culinary requirements. Cooking was never my forte, and nor would it ever be. I wanted tonight to be perfect. They had been gone for three weeks, although it felt like much longer.

The rustling of material alerted me to someone creeping through the kitchen door. My agents had been gone a while, so I seized my gun and spun around.
“Don’t even think about touching dinner until your brothers get here,” I warned, seeing a startled Braxton drop a roast potato back onto the dish.

He held his hands up in surrender, his eyes flitting from my pistol and the sexy black dress I was wearing. “You look stunning,” he returned, his brain stuck between the desire to eat and the urge to have sex.

I lowered my weapon, my lips spreading into a wide smile. “You look like shit,” I remarked, noticing the dirt on his hands, face, and clothing. His lopsided smirk made him seem more handsome.

The dirt didn’t stop me from hugging him and pulling him down for a kiss.

“Happy anniversary, babe,” he murmured, his eyes filled with love.

He smelled of sweat and determination, no doubt wanting to be the first to get back to me. Cruz appeared at the door a moment later, stopping on the decking to pluck at his bootlaces. He had a little more decorum than his brother, removing his sandy shoes on the veranda. In the short time it took for Braxton and Cruz to strip, Asher returned armed with a huge bouquet of flowers that I put into a vase and filled with water. Dominic arrived sporting an outgrown beard, and he’d tied his hair up in a bun. They joined their brothers and stripped on the veranda, then used the outdoor showers we had installed to scrub up for dinner. Dom pulled his hairband free and shook out his shoulder length hair. He was reverting to his surfer look, and I had to admit, it suited him.

“I've missed this sight,” I mentioned, sipping the remainder of my glass of Malbec as I leaned against the doorframe to watch them showering.

The water rinsed the soap from their bodies, sluicing it away down the drain. One by one, they grabbed a towel and stepped back onto the decking. The sun was setting, the frayed edges blending with the hazy sky. It was magical. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect evening. They ate dinner in nothing but the towels around their waists. The need for clothes was redundant considering I was their dessert. We went to the bedroom, and I climbed onto the middle of the bed.

“Why don’t we add a little mystery to the evening?” Asher suggested, taking one of his silk ties from the wardrobe.

“I’m ready,” I tell them. “According to the fertility test, it’s the perfect day to try.”

They dropped their towels and stalked closer to the bed, already hard and ready to take me. Asher blindfolded me using the tie. The loss of sight heightening my other senses, making me more attuned to their scent, their touch, and leaving me guessing who was who.

“We’re gonna switch things up a little,” Asher said; the mattress dipped and creaked as they surrounded me.

“We want you to feel everything we give to you,” Dominic murmured as they took off my dress, my shoes, and my underwear.

They were going to impregnate me, but we were never going to find out who. That was the deal. They underlined that in the contract.

Hands were sliding over my naked skin, slathering massage oils all over me to work out the knots in my back and neck. Despite the blindfold, I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling. A murmur of approval reached my ears, letting me know that they liked what they saw. Warm hands encompassed my breasts, gently squeezing, teasing my nipples between their fingers. I felt around blindly, finding bare skin over muscle, and long, thick cocks aimed in my direction. I was so hot between my legs, my swollen clit throbbed for the slightest contact.

“Move over so I can lick her,” Braxton rasped, his voice gruffer than ever.

I imagined my pussy looked flushed and inviting because he groaned hungrily. He muscled between my legs and then gave me his hot, wet tongue.

“It’s been a while, princess,” Cruz murmured against my lips. “We’ve got to prep you before we stretch you.”

“Are you not planning to take it in turns?” I asked as Braxton ate me like a brute.

A dark chuckle told me otherwise. “You’re getting doubled P’d twice over,” Dominic answered, revealing their intentions.

The imagery thrilled me to the core. Lips found mine and suddenly I was swept away on an orgasmic current, forced to feel everything, and getting dragged to the depths. Braxton’s tongue coaxed me through it, his brothers held me down as my muscles convulsed, my limbs seizing with ecstasy before I drowned in bliss. Fingers pressed into my hips, holding me tight against Braxton’s face. I wanted to wriggle, but I couldn’t. It was too sensitive. My body quaked in their arms.

“There she blows,” Cruz murmured as I moaned loudly. “That’s it . . . take it all from him.”

A silent exchange took place when they decided who should team with who. One of them rolled me on top of him, and I straddled his hips, leaning up to take the cock as he thrust into me. They give no indication which one of them it was, and this all added to the mystery. My knees trembled as they angled me forward, pushing between my shoulder blades to position me where they needed me to be. Then hands appeared at my hips; the blunt presentation of a second cock poised ready at my stuffed entrance, slippery with lubricant.

“Go slowly.” I heard Asher Say.

His voice came from the right side of me, so I knew he wasn’t responsible for the incredible stretch I was receiving. Who needed sight when I could recognise their voices?

“Uh, baby, you feel so good,” Cruz groaned from behind me, pushing his length deep inside me.

“Christ!” Dominic grunted from beneath me. The tremulous, “Fuck,” skittered from his lips as Cruz matched his depth.

It meant that Braxton was suckling my left nipple, teasing it with his teeth. Cruz worked his hips into a slow, sensual rhythm, sliding his cock against his twin as he rocked into me. The sinful degradation of being fucked by two brothers at once, their dicks gliding through my drenched pussy, with another brother kissing me, and one sucking my tits was too much. I didn’t think I could come again so quickly, but my body knew what it wanted, letting them use me however they pleased. With trembling legs, my clit grazed against the thatch of hair covering Dom’s groin. Their cocks slurped through my pussy’s wetness, pushing us all to the brink of no return. I knew they were close. I could feel the urgency in Cruz’s thrusts, the increase in his momentum, Dominic’s strangled groans as his cock swelled inside me, his fingertips clinging to my hips for anchorage. Asher and Braxton moved back, no doubt watching and waiting their turn. The scent of sex clung heavily to the air, our combined musk floating through my airways, scrambling my senses. I felt the pressure rising, the tremendous stretch, then bliss. Cruz’s harsh breath blasted against my ear with a loud groan, his hips jerking as he pumped his seed inside me. Dominic roared as he came, his fingers digging into my flesh. Heat warmed me from within, my skewered pussy drinking greedily. They never gave me much time to recover, passing me between them like a shared toy. Those were my boys. They always loved to share. My empty cavern was filled once again, stuffed to the brim by more Wolfe cock.

Asher’s soft groaning let me know that he was the one I was saddled upon, so I leaned down to kiss him. Braxton must have liked the view because he slapped my arse and fucked me like a stallion, his long thick cock hitting the same magic spot inside me that made my eyes roll into my skull.

“Is this what you want? You wanna be fucked and filled like a bitch in heat,” Braxton gruffed, delivering another rough slap that made my pussy clench.
“Yes!” The word flew past my lips, my mind tumbling into ecstasy.

Mine and Asher’s chests were pressed flat together, our hearts pounding in sync. His breathy grunting was an indication that he was close to cumming. I was almost there, and Braxton was too, his heavy balls slapped noisily against my labia in wet swats.

“Give it to me!” I begged for it.

My greedy pussy sucked hungrily, slurping everything she could get. Braxton pulled my hair to arch my back. I was so used to his dominance, loving how he took control during sex that I came in a second, my pussy snaring their cocks like a bear trap. Heat flooded through me, filling me up with their combined cum. Four husbands. Quadruple the chances of getting me pregnant. Although, the paternity of our children would never be revealed.

We slumped on the bed in a tangle of limbs, still joined at the groin like a conjoined creature until their dicks softened and slipped free from my smashed pussy. I didn’t get up for almost half an hour, turning to rest my feet on top of the headboard to keep their seed inside me. Some of it had merged with my juices and trickled down my butt crack, cooling as the air swirled around us. We wanted to start a family so badly, I would go to any lengths to make it happen.

A little over a month later, our wishes came true as two pink lines appeared on the test stick. Then nine months after that, we welcomed our daughter, Sofia Wolfe, into the world. She was perfect. I wondered who she would look like. It was too early to tell. She had her fathers wrapped around her tiny finger and were willing to fall on swords for her. They would die to protect her. . . and me . . . which made us targets. And in our line of work, there was always a twisted opportunist just waiting for us to let our guard down. We were happy. Caz and Emilio were happy. Our fathers were enjoying retirement. We didn’t see it coming. A lone Wolfe with an axe to grind had been waiting in the wings, watching us, studying our movements, and determining our weakness.

A Wolfe brother . . . another of Susan’s test tube soldiers, who was hellbent on retribution.