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Aaron puts one hand on her belly and moves the other to her clit, rubbing small circles, making her clench on both of us. He rubs her with both hands, reminding her of how we’ve bred her this past month. I lean down and kiss her neck, and then move up to lick the shell of her ear. “Aaron is going to fill your pussy, and I’m going to fill your ass, love. Then we are going to give you a nice long bath and take turns so he can have your tight hole back here too. It’s only fair, right?”

She closes her eyes and nods her head as she starts to move up and down on us. Aaron and I begin to alternate thrusts, him going up as I pull slightly out.

“I want to be able to cum in your pussy too, Lucky. You know we have to keep it even. Each of us getting our share of cum in you.”

Aaron and I both move our hands down and I hold her pussy lips apart so he can rub her slick clit. I can feel our cocks drag against each other inside her, and knowing that we are both giving her what she needs is the best feeling in the world. I love knowing that we are both taking care of her, and that we are able to love her as one. We can be twice the man for her, because she deserves the best, and we are going to give her the best every day until the end of time.

As Aaron and I hold onto her, I nod at him, letting him know it’s time. I bite down on her shoulder as he pinches her clit, and we both thrust into her at the same time. She comes on a scream, shattering in our arms, and we both go over the edge with her. She gives us everything her body has been holding back, and I feel the love resonate between the three of us. We are finally one, and it’s absolutely the most perfect moment of my life.

I feel a small tear roll down her cheek, and I kiss it away, knowing exactly the emotions running through her right now.

A whisper sounds, “I love you,” and, though I don’t know which one of us said it, we all agree.





Epilogue





Aaron




Five years later…




It’s been five years since we first laid eyes on Lucky, and not a day goes by that we don’t think about that.

I look over at her and Justin playing in the pool with the twins. Our two little boys look exactly like their mother, but God help us, do they act like Justin and me. We are in for it in a few years. Stella is so pregnant, and I worry about her swimming, but she keeps saying that the water eases the pressure on her back. Her little body works hard to give us babies, so we try to make her as comfortable as possible.

We still own the casino, but work from home a lot. Thankfully, we only have to go in one or two days a week for some basic housekeeping. Otherwise we are here with our family.

After Stella agreed to be ours, we got married about a minute later. She was, in fact, pregnant before the thirty days were up, and Justin and I were all too pleased about it. I knew she was our lucky charm from the first moment I laid eyes on her.

We put her dad Frank in a rehab program while we had Lucky under contract, and after he got out things were okay for a little while. She ended up giving the farm to Tim, the foreman, and gave him enough money so he never had to worry about lean years again. She said she had plenty of money, and being married to two rich casino owners had its perks. I laughed, but hey, I’d keep her any way I could.

I think once Frank realized she’d sold the farm, he got depressed thinking about how he’d lost everything, and went back to drinking again. It took Stella a long time to see it, but in the end she realized he was too selfish to do anything for anyone but himself. We see him on occasion, but mostly he stays out of the picture.

It may be cold, but I always thought if he was willing to put his daughter's life on the line for an addiction, he wasn’t worth having around anyway. I thought maybe when we had grandkids it would change his mind, but sadly that didn’t do it either. Justin reaches out to him a lot, so maybe one day he’ll come around. As I look at Lucky and our babies, I really hope he does. He’s missing out on a fucking great life.

Don is beyond ecstatic we finally gave him the grandkids he’s been begging for, and he’s on his way over to grill out with us today. He’s probably got presents for them too, even though we keep telling him to stop buying them stuff. He says, “What’s the use of all this money if I can’t waste it on my babies?” The old man really is turning into a big marshmallow in his old age.

Stella, Justin and I are living the perfect life surrounded by people we love. I couldn’t have written a better story if I tried. Well, maybe I would have left out that Natasha bullshit, but that’s life, right? There’s always a little something you’ve got to get through when it turns out this good.

I smile to myself, thinking about Mandy and the mess we got her in back then.

“What’s so funny?” Stella asks, swimming over to the edge where I’m sitting.

“Nothing, baby. Just thinking about Mandy.”

She rolls her eyes and then laughs. “You two are the worst.”

I ignore her statement, get in the pool with her and swim us over to Justin and the boys. I smile and kiss her while rubbing her belly and thinking about how I’d have done the same thing to keep her, and still would.

Love is crazy, and so are the two of us when it comes to Stella.





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“This is freaking delicious.” I lick the rim of my lemon drop martini again.

Tiffany lets out a snort and it somehow comes out sexy, just like everything she does. Hell, she’s one of the main attractions here at the Snake Eyes; her burlesque show sells out every night there's a show. “I'm pretty sure you said the first one tasted like ass.”

“Well, they must have gotten a new bartender, because this one tastes like sweet heaven.” I prove my point by gulping down the rest of the drink, enjoying the sour burn at the back of my throat.

“Hmm, it could be that. Or the fact that it’s your fourth one, but we can go with the bartender thing if you like.” Smiling at me over her own martini, she kills hers too. Tossing her perfectly manicured hand in the air, she signals for two more drinks. The young pretty-boy waiter with short blond curls hops to, hoping to get any of Tiffany’s attention that he can.

I glance down at my outfit. Maybe I’d get more male attention if I dressed the part. It wasn’t something I’d wanted before. A long time ago I caught the wrong man’s attention, but that had been years ago. Since the two men who kind of took me under their wing and raised me fell in love with the woman of their dreams, I found myself feeling envious. Seeing what they have makes me long for something more, only no one seems to notice me.

I’m still wearing what I wore to work today, having just met Tiffany down in one of the casino bars for a drink. I’m celebrating my final day here, and Tiff said we had to have one last hurrah. Looking over at Tiff, I see her watching me.

“I look out of place next to you.” I can feel myself scrunching my nose as I compare the two of us.

“No, you just need to loosen up.” Hopping down from her chair, she straightens her short dress before standing in front of me. The lights of the bar bounce off her blonde wavy hair. “May I?” she asks, but before I can agree, she does what she wants anyway.

She pulls my dark hair down from my ponytail, letting it cascade down my back. She runs her fingers through it before giving it a nice fluff. “Wow, your hair is so long and gorgeous. Why do you keep it up all the time?”

“So it’s not in my way.”

I’m all about function, and a ponytail just makes sense to me. It’s out of the way, and I like things to be efficient and practical. Not only that, but when I do my job I like to blend into the background. Sometimes when people forget you’re there, you can get the upper hand on them in the future. The Cortez brothers taught me to always let other people do the talking. They’ll dig their own grave and you’ll get what you want in the end without getting your hands dirty.