“I love you, too,” she said after several minutes passed. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” She chanted the words for them to hear. They held her when she flung herself into their waiting arms.
Drew held her, thankful that Noah had forced him to let her in. Glancing at his friend he saw the tears spilling down his cheeks, and he felt the same way. Cheryl was going over his knee when they got home for swearing.
He couldn’t believe she was going to be their woman.
“Did you break the truck?” Drew asked.
“No. I just couldn’t stand to drive anymore. I was hoping you would come and find me. I wanted you to.” She stood back, staring at them.
Taking her hand in his, Noah did the same. All three of them were together, and that was all that mattered.
He wondered if every man went through this turmoil with a woman. Cheryl held a lot of fiery spirit, and she refused to give herself lightly. They would spend the rest of their life on their toes from the red-headed spirit inside her. They were going to spend an interesting life together.
Epilogue
One year later
“Where is that woman? She’s going over my knee this time, Drew. I don’t give a fuck what her excuses are,” Noah said.
Cheryl heard him slam the front door and snuggled deeper into the warmth of the sofa. She knew he would never hurt her, and his punishment ended the moment he got her naked. Unlike Drew, Noah never saw out his punishments.
“She’s in here,” Drew called.
Traitor.
Both men moved ‘round the sofa to stand in front of her. “Why did you do it, Cheryl?” he asked.
“What have I done?” she asked, all innocent.
“You know what you’ve done. You’ve dyed my best white shirt. I was going to wear it tonight.” He held up the shirt in question, which was a lovely pale pink colour. Suppressing her urge to laugh, she stared at him while folding her arms.
“It’s a lovely colour, and it will bring out your eyes more.”
“This isn’t funny, Cheryl. The guys are going to bloody laugh at me.”
“Well, if you had let me go to The Dugout none of this would have happened,” she said. Earlier in the week when she said she was going to accompany them for their pool night which they’d started doing, both Noah and Drew had told her she was to stay home.
Noah softened first, placing his shirt on the sofa and pulling her into his arms. His warmth and heat surrounded her. Her hormones were all over the place lately. She kept crying for no reason.
He placed his palm on her extended belly. “We want you to go with us, baby. You know what the doctor said. Rest and relaxation. Why do you think we go to The Dugout?”
She was three months pregnant and already looked like a baby elephant. The doctor had informed her when she was expecting twins, she would need to rest. That’s right, not one but two babies inside her.
After her emotional breakdown outside of Law Castle, Noah and Drew had organised a wedding and married her a few weeks later. She’d married Noah in front of the church. In a private ceremony at Patrick, Larry, and Gloria’s, with only a few of their friends present, she’d given herself to both men.
“I don’t like the thought of all those skinny women coming onto you. Can’t you stay with me? I’m getting bored being by myself.” She hated begging them for attention, but she was so tired and lonely.
“Cheryl,” Drew said.
“If you don’t, I’m taking the truck and driving to Gloria. She said she’d put up with me for a couple of weeks.”
Her men didn’t like leaving her alone. Staring at each other, they sat down on the sofa with her. Noah laid her head across her lap while Drew held her feet.
Drew stared at her feet and tried not to think how they would look wrapped around his waist as he plunged inside her. The doctor telling them to ease off sexual relations was having him at breaking point. The only reason they had started going out was because they couldn’t trust themselves with her.
She was expecting their twins, her body getting fuller every day. He glanced over her body. Her waist was thicker, her tits heavier, and she had a glowing energy about her. Rubbing his hands down his jeans, he tried to get his mind off fucking his wife. She was tempting him constantly, her ass brushing against him when they passed. He didn’t want to risk seeing her naked, as otherwise he thought he’d pass out from the lust.
He rubbed her thigh, feeling the weight of her calf in his hand. Her skin was soft, and without thinking, he ran his hand up the inside of her leg. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Cheryl moaned and opened her legs.
“Stop doing that,” Noah said.