Page 98 of Sold to the Silver Foxes

God yes.

“I keep feeling you come on me, naughty girl.” Nico’s thumb slows on my clit, making me mewl. “I should slow down, make you wait for it. But I’m gonna come in you instead. My territory, right here.” He leans back, gives my clit a soft smack that makes me jolt. I see sparks for a second, and another orgasm claims me. The man never talks like that outside of the bedroom, and when someone so proper says something so dirty, it does things to me.

Combined with that little slap? I’m done.

Sal’s fingers tighten their grip in my hair, forcing me to look up at him. “And this mouth is mine. But you already knew that, didn’t you, doll?”

“Mm-hmm.”

He gags me for a second, and that lack of oxygen spins me into another orgasm. I’ve lost count, lost the part where they start and finish. There isn’t much of me left anymore. I’m just a pile of orgasming parts, coming apart at the seams.

Dante’s thrusts suddenly halt as he jerks beneath me in a cry of “Oh, fuck!” He comes deep inside my ass. Next is Nico. He licks up my sternum before pumping into me hard once, twice, one more time. His liquid heat triggers my own, and I’m choke-sobbing on Sal as I come again. His grip tightens again, and he aims for the back of my throat, shooting there until every last drop is swallowed.

It’s official. I’m a mess.

Thankfully, I have three strong men to carry me to the extremely large shower. Our first night, Nico bathed me like a treasure. Now, the three of them wash me, soft washcloths, lingering tongues. Their love language is dirty, and I love it.

Once we’re dried off and on the bed, Sal reaches for something over the side. He glances nervously at his brothers, and both nod. “There was another reason we had to lie to you about where we were going today.”

“Oh?”

He quickly presents a small box, opens it, and produces a bright diamond ring. It glints in the low hotel lights, and all I can think to say is, “It’s bigger than my eye.”

Dante laughs. “Not quite.”

“I said that out loud?” I swallow against a dry throat.

“You did.” Nico smirks.

But Sal remains nervous, even as he slides it on my finger and says, “Marry us?”

I can’t take my eye off the diamond. How the hell did they even find one this big? I thought those things were fake.

Dante cuts into my reverie. “Is your silence a yes? We’re dying here.”

I blink up at them. “Yes, it’s a yes!”

Sal pounces for my mouth, followed by the other two. Is it wrong that I want to keep staring at my ring instead of kissing? Is this a spell or something?

But then I remember that I have something I need to tell them too. I’m not sure how I’ve managed the secret, especially here. In Paris, there’s breakfast wine and decaf coffee is frowned upon. Not to mention the raw milk cheeses and deli meats I’m avoiding.

“Um, guys. One thing. Do you three want kids? I mean aside from practically adopting Erin and Grandma Judy?”

Sal swallows and takes a beat. “We want as many kids as you want to give us.” The other two nod solemnly. Clearly, they’ve talked about this already.

“Good. How about now?”

Sal raises a brow. “How do you mean?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Dante beams, and Nico takes a surprised but happy laugh. Sal stares at me, his hand wandering to my stomach. “Are you serious?”

I swallow. “Yes.”

His smile starts small and grows, as if the weight of the words is hitting him one at a time. “I’m gonna…we’re gonna…”

“Be daddies,” I say with a smile.

“I love you so fucking much,” he murmurs as he kisses me.

“You’re not mad?” He’s the one I was the most worried about, being the eldest.

“Mad? I get a second chance at everything with the woman I love. How could I be mad?”

That was what I needed to hear. I kiss him, staring at my ring over his shoulder while the other two rub my legs and kiss my stomach.

Our baby won’t have normal, but neither did I, and things worked out. Our weird little family will love them to the moon and back, and there’s nothing in the world I’d trade this for.

The End

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