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I lose myself in their arms.

I melt beneath their lips.

Birdsong drifts from the nearby trees while the evening wind murmurs through the leaves. Forgetting dinner and the last fewweeds, I lead my men upstairs and strip each of them with patient hands and a cascade of soft kisses.

They stand before me, gloriously naked, already rock-hard, while I shimmy out of my overalls and bare every lush curve. My breasts feel tender and heavy, my feet ache, yet under their heated gazes I swear I’m the most beautiful woman alive.

“We still have so much to learn about each other,” I say as I run my fingers through Oscar’s hair.

“And we have a lifetime ahead of us,” he says, guiding me gently to the bed.

“All the time in the world, if we’re lucky,” Alex adds.

Before I can process what’s happening, they bend me over the mattress and take turns kissing and licking my pussy, their fingers roaming over every inch of my skin. I sizzle beneath their touch, tension coiling tight in my core.

I’m heavier and slower these days, but it hasn’t diminished our lovemaking one bit.

“God, we’re already lucky,” Oscar groans as I straddle him on the bed.

Kellan settles behind me while Alex positions himself above.

I know what this means. I know what comes next. And it only serves to make my inner fire burn even brighter. It’s only the beginning, and we’re making every second of it count.

“I love you so much it hurts,” I tell my men as Oscar stretches me wide.

Moments later, Kellan thrusts in from behind, joining his brother inside me. “I love you,” he growls, and I cry out, filled and stretched beyond anything I ever imagined.

“Come here, darling.” Alex threads his fingers through my hair, guiding my mouth to his thick, deliciously veiny cock.

I wrap my fingers around the thick base and seal my lips around his tip.

I drink in his ragged breaths as I stroke, lick, and suck him the best way I know, my body screaming with delight while Oscar and Kellan thrust me toward the edge of oblivion. With all three men buried inside me at once, reality dissolves.

My soul bursts into a brand-new song.

An explosive climax tears through me, every atom unraveling as they fuck me, claim me, share me, and carry me to our private heaven—far from the world and everything in it.

Whatever comes next…

We’ll handle it.

We’ll face it together.

Love fuels us in ways most mortals can only dream of.

EPILOGUE I

MAKAYLA

“So, do you think we can stop them with an organic pesticide?” I ask Janet, twirling my two-year-old in my arms.

Motherhood is nonstop multitasking—equal parts daunting and wonderful. The winery demands long hours, but raising our little angel still comes first—and, thankfully, I’m never alone.

“Absolutely,” Janet says. “No need for the commercial stuff yet. That stays our last resort. You wanted organic wine, Mac, and I’m determined to keep it that way—soil to bottle. Like I said, there are only a few leaves affected. We can nip this in the bud, and it won’t touch our product line.”

“Thank goodness for that,” I reply.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Laney says.

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