My phone lights up again and my mother’s name flashes across the screen. “Are you going to answer that?” Wes asks, leaning up against the doorframe of the bedroom. Dean walks in and tosses himself onto the bed next to me, his weight making me bounce. He looks over at my phone.
“It’s your mom.”
“Hence why I’m not answering it.” I power it off and toss it onto the side table. On the edge of the table I glimpse the note they left. “Also, don’t leave a note when you leave. Wake me up.” I try to scold them, but they only smile at me.
“We wanted to get things taken care of before you woke up. Thought we’d make it back before then,” Dean admits.
“I was sure we wore you out good enough for that to happen,” Wes adds, pushing away from the door and joining us on the bed. “Still fucking pissed those camera guys got in your face.”
I reach for Wes and wrap myself around his back before he can stand up. He keeps wanting to go downstairs and give them a piece of his mind. Okay, maybe a piece of his fist. I stop him because it will only add fuel to the fire and give them what they want—another story to make my perfect men look bad. I won’t let that happen.
“Fuck ’em. Besides, after we all get married and have the Farmer last name, they’ll know this isn’t some fucking kinky shit that’s a game or something. They’ll know this is real. They also know that fucker deserved to be punched after how he talked about our girl. It will blow over then.”
Wes turns and pulls me into his lap so we are both facing Dean, who has his hand behind his head, his legs stretched out, looking like he’s talking about the weather and not us all getting married.
“You want me to have your last name?” Wes asks.
“You want to get married?” I follow up.
He looks over at us like we’re the crazy ones.
“Well, yeah.” He sits up. His eyes go to Wes. “You’re my brother, man. You’re just as much a part of this family as any of us. You’re a Farmer.” His eyes come to me next. “She’ll be one, too.”
I turn my head to look at Wes, whose eyes look like they’re watering.
“I know we can’t all really be married, but we’ll have the lawyers pull some paperwork up to make it so we’re all tied together. But I think legally Wes should be the one on the marriage license. Maybe he’ll get it through that thick skull how serious I am about him being a Farmer.”
With that, a tear leaks down my cheek. “You guys don’t think this is too fast?” I ask.
“Fuck no,” Dean snaps.
Wes’s mouth goes to my neck. “We’ve been waiting for you, little one. We’re not waiting anymore. We love you and we know you love us.”
“I do,” I admit. My back hits the bed and Wes pins one of my hands and Dean pins the other.
“Again. Say it again,” Dean demands.
“I love you. Both of you.”
“Fuck, I love you, too.” Dean's voice comes out rough. He glances over at Wes. “I love both of you. You’re my family. We’re a family.”
Wes swallows hard. “I love you both, too. More than I thought possible.” His words are almost choked.
“Now that we’ve got that settled, let’s make her little body shake and scream over and over until she wants to be our wife.”
“And have our babies,” Wes adds.
“Fuck, don’t say that shit out loud or I’ll cum too fast,” Dean moans. I feel myself get wet between my legs.
“She could already be pregnant with how many times we came in her last night.”
“Oh god,” I breathe as I glance between both of them, feral need on their faces.
They both pounce, making true their words.
Epilogue
Amelia
Four months later…
“What’s that noise?” I try to sit up but don’t get anywhere. I’m wedged between two giants.
“They must be early,” Dean grumbles and Wes grunts.
“Who’s early?” I attempt to wiggle free but again get nowhere.
Dean’s hand tightens on my breast while Wes’s slides between my thighs. My wiggling stops as Dean’s other hand grabs my leg, he throws it over his and spreads my thighs wide for Wes.
“Guys?” I moan as Wes’s other hand covers my mouth.
“Shh. Don’t want anyone hearing those sweets moans. Those belong to us,” Dean whispers in my ear. “Let Wes get you off. We all know how grumpy you are when you don’t get your morning orgasm.” He pulls on my nipple before rolling it between his fingers.
I gasp into Wes’s hand. Our eyes lock on each other as he works his fingers against my clit. Dean kisses my neck, his fingers on my thigh digging in, his hold possessive as always.
The loud banging I was hearing fades away and all I can think about is their hands on me as they push me closer and closer to orgasm. I can’t believe I’m already about to cum. We spent all night in bed after our little fight.
Well, it isn’t much of a fight when the two men you’re bickering with cut you off by either kissing you, putting their cocks in your mouth or making you scream with pleasure. These two never play fair. They kept at it until I passed out and for the life of me I can’t remember what we were even fighting about.
Dean’s leg wraps around me as his hand moves from my thigh down the crack of my ass. I wiggle my ass against him. Wes’s fingers on my clit move fast as Dean comes in from behind, thrusting two fingers inside me.
I throw my head back, my orgasm pushing down on me. Dean keeps thrusting while Wes works my clit, sending me over the edge. They wring my orgasm out as I fall limp between them. My eyes close and their hands move to cup my stomach, making me smile.
“Go back to sleep, little one. It’s still early.”
I mumble, liking that idea. Until another loud bang jolts me awake again.
“You two. What’s going on?”
I wiggle again, fighting a little harder to get out.
“Amelia!” I freeze and my eyes fly open. Both Dean and Wes jerk up. “My mother!” I squeak.
I’ve been avoiding her for months. It looks like my time is up. Our one phone call after the media broke our story didn’t go so well. I hung up on her, which is something I’d never done in my life. I’m shocked it took her this long to show up at my door and demand my attention. No one ignores her.
“Let me go.” I try to free myself and I glance at both of them. “She’ll come back here and she is not going to see you guys naked!” I yell the last part, not liking the idea of anyone seeing them naked. Dean smiles.
“Only you see us naked.” Wes grabs my face and kisses me deep before finally letting me go. I scurry to get up, but not before Dean smacks my butt, making me jump and move faster.
I find my underwear and slide them on. Next, I grab a shirt off the floor and slip that on over my head. I turn to see Dean and Wes lying in bed, casual and relaxed. Well, except for their hard-ons that are begging for attention. My eyes go back and forth between them. I really want to crawl back into bed with my men and not go out there and face my mother.
“Amelia!” she yells again.
“Dressed!” I snap at them, making them both smile. I roll my eyes and stomp from the room. I stop when I see my mother talking to three men in construction outfits. They are all openly flirting with her. Men are drawn to my mother like a moth to a flame.
“Mother.”
She turns to look at me. The smile on her face drops away.
“Oh, it’s my daughter who hasn’t spoken to me in months!”
“You called twice and texted once, Mother. I don’t think you were dying to talk to me. In fact, I think you were pissed at me and avoiding me.”
Her jaws clenches. “I had no choice. I already had a trip to Paris planned for a few months. I wasn’t going to let this wild phase you’re having interrupt my life. Until this!” She holds up a magazine that’s three months old.
“Yeah, I got married,” I admit. “I’m sorry I didn’t invite you, but it was small and after the things you said on the phone I thought it was for the best.”
My mother purses her lips. I glance over to see Dean and Wes entering the living room.
“Out!” Wes barks at the construction men. “Come back tomorrow.”
“No fucking pants, little one,” Dean mutters next to me, sounding pissed. I glance over at him.
“I’ll get to you two in a minute.” I point over to the large hole in the wall, remembering what our fight was about last night. I try to glare at them, but I have to hold back a small smile at how over the top they can be sometimes.
My mother clears her throat. She clearly does not like not being the center of attention right now. We all look over at her. She’s done up like always. Her hair and makeup are perfect. She’s always traveled with a team of people to make sure she looks her best.
Her eyes roam over both Wes and Dean. My body stills as I wonder what they’re thinking of my mother. Everyone always thinks she’s breathtaking, but when I look at them they’re both looking at me with concern on their faces. My mother holds none of their attention.
“You didn't even call and tell me. This is how I found out,” my mother hisses as she waves the magazine.