Single Mom's Sparkle: A Military Reverse Harem Romance, page 18
“I’ll marry you,” she says it again.
“Good,” I reply.
“But how is it going to work? I can’t marry all three of you,” Avery replies, and for a moment she seems genuinely worried.
It prompts a chuckle out of Fallon. “We agreed to let Kellan marry you legally,” he says. “On paper, you’ll be Mrs. Cassidy.”
“But in reality and particularly in the privacy of our mansion, you’ll be Mrs. Cassidy twice-over and Mrs. Hayden, too,” Luke says. “How does that sound?”
“It sounds fantastic,” Avery says, beaming like the sun. “It’s more than I ever imagined or wished for. I love you all so much.”
“I love you so much!” she cries out again, this time in our playroom as I fill her to the brim.
She’s on her knees, on the bed, naked and glowing in the moonlight as the engagement ring glistens on her finger. Luke and Fallon stand at the edge, facing her, as she takes them in her mouth one at a time, her lips stretching, her jaw loosening while she works each of them closer to the edge.
I lose myself inside my woman, inside our woman, feeling my cock pulsate and grow thicker, harder, in the velvety wetness of her perfect pussy. We’re careful given how far along she is, but we couldn’t resist a moment like this. We couldn’t resist claiming our future wife tonight, particularly after she had the courage to say yes.
“I love you,” Fallon whispers as she deep-throats him into sheer madness.
“I love you,” I groan as I feel myself unraveling, fucking her harder and deeper.
My fingers dig into her generous hips, her curves trembling with each thrust. She tightens and clenches my cock, squeezing me. Her orgasm sends my senses into a frenzy, and I come hard. I let go and spill my seed with each harsh pounding just as she drinks the last of Luke’s climax.
I could do this forever and for ten more lifetimes. I could never get tired of us, of sharing her in this fashion, of taking her every which way until her body and her soul dissolve into ours. This is what we’ve been fighting for. This is what we’re ready to kill for, whether she knows it or not. We’ve proven ourselves, more than once, and we will do it again, over and over, until there isn’t a single shred of doubt left in Avery’s heart.
“You are loved,” I whisper as we come down from the heaven we’ve built tonight with sweat and arousal, with love and desire. Basking in the afterglow, the four of us lay in bed, panting and smiling as the summer moon shines bright through the window. “You will always be loved, Avery.”
Always.
Epilogue: Avery
I used to joke about how it was taking forever for the little guy to come into the world, but now that he’s here, I’m sort of itching to do it all over again. It’s crazy, I know. Well, not that crazy, considering how virile and generously endowed my men are. The odds of me getting pregnant again are pretty high, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, however, I plan to make the most out of the moments with my perfect little baby.
“Momma, he’s cute!” Miley exclaims from Fallon’s arms.
“Hi baby!” Annie says, pointing her little finger at her newborn baby brother. Luke is holding her, while Helen tries hard not to cry.
Kellan sits beside me, unable to take his eyes off the bundle of joy that was born less than two hours ago. “Holy hell, Avery, he’s perfect,” he says, brimming with love.
“He is, isn’t he?” I reply.
I’m exhausted. My whole body hurts. The labor itself was surprisingly short. The delivery was smooth, thank heaven for the effective epidural. I watch him, swaddled in white cotton, his face pink and his eyes closed, a tuft of black hair darkening his tiny head.
“Pretty sure we’re dealing with another Cassidy,” Helen giggles, the tears now flowing freely down her cheeks. “Congratulations, honey. May he bring you nothing but happy moments.”
“Well done, momma,” Fallon leans in to kiss my forehead.
“You’re a star,” Kellan tells me. “Our house is going to get much, much louder now.”
We laugh, and the baby coos and squirms in my arms.
“Have you picked a name yet?” Helen asks.
“Marty!” Miley says. “He’s gonna be Marty.”
“Someone was watching Back to the Future last night,” Fallon chuckles.
“We’re naming him Marcus,” I declare after a deep breath. “Marcus Hayden Cassidy.”
Luke seems surprised. Granted, I never told him my plans regarding the baby’s final name. Only Fallon and Kellan knew about it, and they wholeheartedly agreed.
“Whoa,” Luke manages, giving me a long, softening gaze.
“We figured we couldn’t use both family names for the baby, legally speaking,” I say. “But we could still use Hayden as a middle name. I want him to have both family names. He’s our baby, no matter whose genes he has.”
“Marcus Hayden Cassidy,” Luke says the name out loud.
“Marcus would be thrilled,” Fallon replies, a sad smile testing his lips.
“You never cease to amaze me, Avery,” Luke says.
I can’t help but smile, gradually dissolving into the mattress. For a hospital bed, this one is remarkably soft and comfortable. I could sleep here for days, uninterrupted. My eyes feel heavy. It’s taken all the energy out of me, delivering this gorgeous bitesize angel.
I know this is only the beginning of greater things to come.
Extended Epilogue: Avery
A year can go by in the blink of an eye when you’re busy. And boy, have I been busy.
Marcus is turning one soon. Annie is growing bigger and louder every day, while Miley is becoming quite the posh and pretty little lady—courtesy of Kellan’s incessant spoiling. Only the best clothes, shoes, and accessories for his little girls, he says. We couldn’t afford this kind of stuff before. I used to scrounge for scraps, struggling to feed my kids while running away from an abusive ex-husband. But the universe was kind enough to reward me for those trials and tribulations. It has also taught me an important lesson: what was will never be again; what will be is not yet promised; the only thing that matters is what is. We use what is in order to build what may be.
And so, with that in mind, I’ve spent the past year forging ahead.
My interior design business has taken off. I’m getting more projects in and around Lincoln County, and my newly developed website has sent me out-of-state, as well. Helen is like a second mother to my children, making sure they’re always taken care of and loved while I do my work, but when I’m home, I take advantage of every minute that we can be together.
It is a joy watching Marcus grow. Soon enough, he’ll be bolting through the mansion and giving Pike and Langley a run for their money. They’re nuts about him, though. They’ll forgive anything.
Wolfhound Security is also following an upward trajectory these days. Andrew Stanton, the new Director of Ops, is a force to be reckoned with, and his influence and expertise can already be seen across the board according to Luke. One morning, I’m invited to join a meeting over coffee. Luke, Kellan, Fallon, and Andrew are present in the room, while a screen features Bill and Elizabeth Cassidy’s portrait photos.
I’m surprised that I was even asked to join the conversation since I don’t have anything to do with their security business. Kellan picks up on that, ever the perceptive lawman, and smiles as he pours me some coffee.
“We needed you here so you know what’s coming,” he explains.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“Andrew here has a very old bone to pick with our parents,” Fallon replies. “We didn’t know that until he joined the company.”
Andrew offers a slight nod. “I didn’t want you thinking I had some kind of ulterior motive. I do respect what you guys do here. It’s why I accepted the job offer in the first place. But I have to admit, I didn’t mind it one bit when you said that you were building a case against the Cassidys. You, their sons, of all people.”
“Okay, so what’s going on here?” I ask, increasingly curious.
Luke goes through a series of slides on the screen. Photos of various streets from Lincoln County. Candid shots of Bill and Elizabeth. Mug shots of known drug traffickers. It is enough to paint a clearer and bigger picture as I remember previous conversations about these people. “You know we’ve been looking into those trafficking ring allegations ever since Charlene and Toby were arrested,” Luke says.
“I do, yes.”
“Well, we’ve got a line on a couple of leads,” Fallon adds. “And Andrew here knows the right people at the DOD to help open some previously locked doors for us. Just enough to get us closer to a fruitful investigation.”
“It is becoming clearer that our parents are connected to the Black Pearls, a notorious ring that operates across the Midwest,” Kellan says. “We think we can build an actual case against them. And if we do that, if we do get them this time, we might even succeed in nabbing at least some of the ring’s lieutenants. We’ll be gunning for the leaders, too, of course. We plan to do everything we can to stop these people.”
“My little sister fell in with the Black Pearls about six years ago,” Andrew says, his gaze dropping. His voice is lower, somber even, as he reminisces about a past I don’t know much about. But I can certainly understand his concern and sense of importance on the matter. I left a sister behind, and I left her in the care of narcissistic abusers. “She was spotted at various locations, including some owned and operated by the Cassidy’s, but I’ve yet to find her.”
“It’s only a matter of time,” Luke confidently assures him. “The point is, Avery, shit is about to go down. We’re going after Bill and Elizabeth with everything we’ve got. And we need to make sure that you are aware of what’s coming. We want you and the kids to be safe.”
“You think they’ll try to hurt us?” I ask, still reeling from our last episode with Charlene and Toby.
“We’re not sure,” Kellan admits. “Family does mean something to our parents. And they don’t take kindly to threats against the children. I don’t know, truth be told. There’s a lot I’m still learning about the people who raised us.”
“But you’ll be protected,” Fallon reassures me. “We’re not letting anybody get close enough to hurt you ever again. That, I can promise, Avery.”
I nod slowly, giving each of the men at the table a long and pensive look. “I understand. And I trust your judgment completely,” I tell them. “Somebody needs to stop these people. I may not know precisely what Andrew is going through with his sister and the Black Pearls, but I have a sister of my own. I know what it’s like to not be able to protect her when she needed me the most.”
Kellan reaches across the table and gently squeezes my hand.
“We can look into Lauren’s whereabouts, whenever you’re ready,” he offers.
“Maybe it’s time we do that,” I concede.
I’m scared of what they might find. All these years that I’ve been away, there must have been so many times when Lauren needed her big sister, and I wasn’t there for her. I was trapped in a web of my own, struggling to regain my freedom and my autonomy, my dignity. My life.
I now have a good home, a gorgeous and surprisingly big family. A career and people who genuinely, deeply care about me. Children who fill my heart with joy and my soul with hope. I keep going back to Lauren, wondering about her, wishing she’s somewhere better off, at least.
Hoping.
With Kellan, Fallon, and Luke by my side, I know I’ll get the answers I need. Maybe I’ll even get my sister back. The universe has had a way of surprising me over the past couple of years. Maybe there’s room for one last shot. For an opportunity to make my wonderful family even bigger. I know Lauren would fit right in.
The End
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Single Mom’s Glow Up (Preview)
"You shouldn’t be here in the middle of a storm.”
“I had no choice, Officer. My husband is a dangerous man.”
His jaw clenches in anger. “Did he hurt you?"
In the middle of a winter storm - I’m stranded and desperate.
I have no food or money to feed my two little girls.
If I’ve ever needed a miracle it’s NOW.
A Sheriff’s car pulls up.
This man is a giant by no exaggeration.
Sheriff Kellan makes a phone call to his twin brother, Fallon.
The two of them waste no time getting my girls and I out of the harsh cold and into their car to meet their best friend, Luke.
Just like the brothers, Luke is a war veteran and as mesmerizing to look at as a Greek statue.
I'm shocked when Luke says we can stay 'for as long as desired' in this breathtaking lodge - where he runs his million dollar business.
I should be grateful but my husband is a dangerous man with connections.
Could this all be a ticking time bomb?
Or do decent men actually exist in this harsh world??
Considering the rush of emotions I feel when these three ex-military alphas melt like puppies for my little girls...
And the way they look at me with such admiration and a yearning...
I can't help but wonder: Do happily ever after's exist outside of cheesy romance novels?
This is a sexy, stand-alone reverse harem romance filled with humor, danger, and generous amounts of love. It also contains blistering hot MFMMM, ménage fun times, in single and multiple partner scenes so HOT they're bound to melt your kindle! HEA guaranteed.
Prologue
“Undress for us,” Kellan whispers, then takes a step back.
We lose our layers at the same time, watching one another as our clothes hit the floor. The shoes and boots go first. Then the pants and shirts. My lingerie is the last to fall as I stand naked and ready before them. Their eyes darken with desire as they move closer, lips parted as shadows dance across their faces.
Their dominant presence overwhelms me in a way I can’t even describe.
Kellan stands tall and strong, muscular and gorgeously fit. I admire the tattoos and the narrow dip of his hips while my hands gradually work their way up my own body. I feel the need to touch and squeeze my breasts as I shift my focus onto Fallon, this mountain of a man with a gargantuan cock and a hungry look in his eyes. He could crush me in the palm of his hand if he wanted to, yet his touch is so soft and delicate, I practically melt when his fingers find my nipple and pinch it, ever so lightly.
My breath hitches as I gaze up at Luke, my whole body quivering as he smiles and trails kisses down the side of my neck. He’s a beautiful soul, a handsome man, a provider through and through. His prosthetic and his scars only serve to amplify him in the best possible way. If anything, I want him even more because of it, not less.
I touch his chest, letting my palm splay across the blonde curls covering his rippling pecs, trailing my nails back and forth.
Fallon takes my other hand and guides it down to his cock. I grab hold and welcome the firmness, the enormous girth. I lick my lips, dying to feel him inside me once again. Kellan cups my pussy gently, getting a feel for what awaits him.
“I love how you’re always ready for us,” he says, his fingers sliding between my wet folds.
My swollen nub instantly reacts to his touch, my core tightening as he teases me.
“Your skin is so soft,” Luke adds, then kisses my shoulder. He bites into it, gently at first, until my nipples perk up under Fallon’s hungry eyes.
“Are you a good girl, Avery?” Kellan asks me.
I nod once. “I’m a very good girl.”
“Then get on your knees,” he commands me.
Without hesitation, I kneel as they close ranks in front of me, cocks twitching with anticipation. I know what they want, and I do it gladly, willingly, hungrily. I take each of them in my mouth, never breaking eye contact as I relax the back of my throat and loosen my jaw to get as much in as possible. Slowly but surely, Kellan fills my mouth and I feel the veins swelling along his shaft.
I taste the precum on his tip, licking it off, eager for more.
“Fucking hell,” Luke curses under his breath as he shoves both hands in my hair to hold my head in place. “Take it, baby, all of it.”
And I do. He fucks my mouth with decisive thrusts, and I take him in, deeper and deeper until I can barely breathe. Tears trickle down my cheeks, but they’re nothing compared to what drips down the insides of my thighs as Fallon takes his turn. He’s the biggest and the thickest. My lips stretch as I feed on him, as I suck and lick him into a frenzy, holding the base of his cock with one hand while I massage his hardened balls with the other.
“You’re a fucking natural,” Kellan whispers when he retakes control.
Deep-throating me, he smiles like the devil as he claims my mouth, deeper and faster and harder. I’m so wet, I’m dripping, hoping that they don’t intend to let me suffer for much longer. Before I can register the shift in our positions, I find myself back on my feet and bent over the bed.
Luke’s hands run up and down my back as he fucks me from behind, with Fallon and Kellan kneeling on the bed in front of me. With their engorged cocks in each of my hands, I moan and whimper as I blow them, ravenous in my exploits and licking every glorious inch. Luke thrusts himself deeper and harder inside me, stretching and filling me to the brim.
“Oh, God, don’t stop!” I cry out when his hand slips around my hip and finds my clit screaming for attention. The orgasm rocks me to the very core of my existence as he pounds into me, harder and harder until I unravel, feeling as if I just broke apart into a billion little pieces.
“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” he growls as he fucks me senseless. I melt against him while Kellan and Fallon keep my mouth busy.
