Page 95 of Her Silver Fox Firefighters
Both of my hands are wrapped around the base of Leo’s cock. Dax’s fingers clench my hips, holding me in place so that both he and Beck can go as deep as possible.
“It doesn’t have to. We’re not going to let it.”
“No way… fuck, you’re incredible,” Beck says as he pumps deep into me. His hand comes down and playfully slaps my ass.
I welcome the sting and take Leo in my mouth again, stroking him with both hands. Determined to watch him unravel, I tighten my grip and suck the tip, harder and harder as I taste his salty desire on my tongue.
We lock eyes, their panting breaths sweet music to my ears.
Leo stiffens and spills down my throat. I swallow every drop, savoring the pleasure I brought him.
Beck comes next. I feel him pulsating in me, giving me every inch of himself in the process. My clit presses against Dax’s groin, Beck’s last thrust nudging me into a friction that unleashes a chain reaction.
My head falls back as I surrender to another climax. My body twitches as Dax joins us in this absolute heaven as he spills deeply into me.
“You really were made for us,” Dax manages after what feels like an eternity’s worth of sweet silence.
“And you were made for me, because otherwise, none of this makes sense,” I reply, leaning against Beck for balance.
Leo cups my face in his hands and comes down for a kiss. He can taste himself on my lips, and I love the way he smiles whenever I finish him off. That lazy, satisfied grin. That warm twinkle in his brown eyes. The ecstasy seeping through every pore.
I love pleasuring them as much as they pleasure me. “Of all the universe’s grand designs, I think we’re the strangest,” Beck says, planting a kiss on my bare shoulder as he wraps his arms around my generous waist. “And the fact that we’re about to welcome two new souls from this love feels like the supreme confirmation.”
“I never pegged you for the spiritual type,” Dax quips.
“Olivia helped me find myself again in many ways.”
Evening finds us splayed across the bed, spent and basking in a golden afterglow. Sweat drips from my temples as I rest my head on Dax’s chest.
“When should we have the wedding? Before or after the babies are born?” I ask.
Beck raises his head to look at me. “It’s completely up to you. We can do it tomorrow at the courthouse, if you want.”
“I’m fine either way,” I reply, trying to seem cool but concern still drawing my brows close together. “It’s just that…”
“What?” Leo asks.
“I’ll need to custom-fit the wedding dress,” I sigh deeply. “If we do it before the twins come, I’ll be huge.”
“You’ll get the wedding of your dreams, baby,” Dax lovingly reassures me. “Only the best for the woman of our dreams.”
The woman of their dreams.
That sounds so beautiful. I used to dream about hearing those words from the man I loved. And being able to believe them, too. Funnily enough, I never believed Marcus on the rare occasions he paid me a compliment. And now, I’m hearing them on a regular basis from three incredible men.
My heroes.
My future husbands.
EPILOGUE
OLIVIA
“Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!”
“Breathe, Olivia, just breathe! We’re almost there!” Dax shouts from behind the wheel.
I’m in the back seat, sweating and crying through another round of contractions while holding Leo’s hand so tight I’m pretty sure I heard his knuckles crack. He hasn’t complained at all, though, bless his heart.
