Leo fucks us both, pushing Liam’s cock into my mouth with the power of his thrusts, and then suddenly, Liam’s hands shove open my thighs and his mouth comes down on my pussy. He attacks it, taking out his pleasure on it, tasting the others’ cum before licking my oversensitive clit, and I cry out around his cock.
“You should see this, he’s licking her pussy,” Blake tells Leo, and I hear Leo groan.
“Is she wet?” he asks Liam, who lifts his mouth.
“Dripping. She likes feeling you fuck me, likes my cock in her mouth, don’t you, Angel?”
I hum around his cock, and he slaps my pussy in punishment. “Leo can’t hear you.”
I yank my mouth from his cock, panting. “Yes, fuck, I love it,” I shout, gripping Liam’s thighs. “Fuck him faster, I like it.”
Liam groans as I suck his cock back into my mouth, and Leo speeds up. I have to hold on as he’s pushed into my mouth, and Liam increases his attack on my pussy. His tongue fills my cunt before he pinches my clit, and I almost scream around his cock. So I get him back. I reach up, cradle his balls, and roll them between my hands, and his hips stutter. He slams into my mouth twice more before he groans and his cum fills it. I swallow it down, all of it, loving it until his cock starts to soften. He murmurs against my pussy and spanks me again and again, and a slower, softer orgasm rips through me.
He kisses my clit and pulls away, and I roll from under him, sitting at the headboard, panting as I watch them. Leo drags Liam up, and both of their eyes are on me as Leo slams into him again and again. I can’t help it, I reach down and play with my pussy, not to come, but just as I watch them, and they both groan.
“Angel,” Liam croaks.
Leo grabs Liam’s cock, and he slams into him and comes with a groan. His eyes close as he shakes, and I watch it go down with my mouth open, pleasure still thrumming though me, and then they collapse forward.
All of us spent, exhausted.
Cum is dripping from my lips, pussy, and ass. I’m sticky and sweaty, but oh so fucking satisfied, and my heart is full as we lie in a post-orgy heap. “Fuck, I can’t wait to break in the other rooms,” Liam growls.
I laugh, I can’t help it, and the others join in until we are just laughing and holding each other. The perfect first night in our own house.
Who knew this is where I would be? Not long ago, I was watching as they lowered my brother’s coffin into the ground. My existence bleak, feeling helpless and alone, and now I’m surrounded by such love, it overflows, with my own house and business behind me. It just proves no matter how hard things are, they always get better, you just have to be strong enough to fight for it. To take it every second, every minute of the day, and always believe in yourself. Even when no one else does.
The world is yours if you are willing to take it.
I did, and now with my loves around me, I know we have found our own wild finale.
“Baby Girl, will you please sit down?” Blake pleads, his brow furrowed as he follows me around like a mother hen. Blowing out a frustrated breath, I ignore him as I continue to walk through the backstage area, smiling at the crew that we pass.
“Angel, I hate to admit it, but he might be right,” Liam calls out with an apologetic smile as he follows behind me.
Traitor.
Stopping, I rest my clipboard on my swollen belly and glare at my fiancés. “If one more person tells me to sit down, I’m going to shove this clipboard up their ass.” Placing my free hand on my other hip, I look between the five of them where they have gathered backstage after shadowing me all day, daring them to try me. I swear, ever since those two pink stripes came up on the test, they have been more protective than ever, and I can barely do anything alone. “I’m pregnant, not an invalid.”
“We know, Gabby, we know you’re perfectly capable, but you’re not the show manager anymore,” Damon says gently with a smile, prying the clipboard from my hands and handing it back to Celine, who’s looking frazzled at his side.
The last three years have flown by. After we settled in our house and the tour had taken off, it wasn’t long before the guys proposed to me. We still haven’t figured out how we’re going to go ahead with the marriage yet. UK law isn’t the kindest when it comes to multiple husbands, but there was never a doubt in my mind what I was going to say when they all dropped to one knee.
It was a resounding yes. No matter what else is unsure in our lives, I’m never unsure of them. They are my forever.
The Wild Boys have become so popular, the guys have been able to take a step back. They still perform—after all, it’s their dream—but they don’t have to dance every night anymore. We are now all members of the board, me included, and we hired Celine to manage the show. I was hesitant to try and replace Kathy and let anyone help me, but she’s great. The show continues to grow…although I’ve found it hard to pull away from the manager role.
Sighing, I smile sheepishly at Celine. “Sorry, old habits,” I apologise.
“You know there will still be a place here for you once you come back from maternity leave, Gabby,” she replies, her tight smile relaxing at my apology as she comes over and wraps an arm around me. “You know there’s no Wild Boys without you.”
The original idea had been to build up the show so we could all pull back, work as board members, and have more time for our new family…but I hated being at home just looking over figures. The guys still had creative influence and were able to go in and dance, but for me…I missed being backstage.
“You’ll be back here soon enough, Gabby,” Kingston soothes, coming up behind me and gently rubbing my lower back where the now constant ache is.
Looking around the theatre, I feel my heart swell and a smile spreads across my face. He’s right.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I fish it out, and my eyes light up. I quickly excuse myself from the others, walking over to a quieter spot. I can still feel their eyes on me, but they don’t follow, giving me the privacy I need for this phone call. Pressing the accept button, I bring the phone to my ear.
“Emmett!” I exclaim, my excitement obvious. “How are you? How’s the show? How’s Kathy?”
“Whoa, give me a chance to answer, Gabs.” He laughs at my barrage of questions, the warmth in his tone making me smile. I’ve missed him so much. Ever since we reconnected, we have a weekly phone call and have been growing our friendship since. “I’m good, the show is great. Kathy is doing well. You should stop by the show sometime and say hi, I’m sure she would love to see you.”
“I’d like that, although it may have to wait until after the birth. Not long to go now.” Placing my free hand on my bump, I smile as the baby wriggles inside, as if knowing we’re talking about him. “Or…” I stretch out the word. “You could get off your lazy ass and bring your new bride to come visit me,” I tease. We’ve both been so busy that we’ve not had a chance to see each other since his wedding. It was a great day full of happy tears and laughter, one I will remember forever. I treasure those memories now that our family is complete…or almost. I smile down at my baby, beyond excited for my first child, even if I’m nervous, but I have five fiancés to help me navigate this new adventure.