2 YEARS LATER

"Yes, baby, that's it," Mal whispered against my lips. "Take your pleasure from us. Take it."

"You feel so good," I moaned into his kiss, holding onto him so tightly, my fingers tugging on the strands of his lush, dark hair to hold him close to me. Our panting breaths mingled in the millimeters separating us, our eyes locked on each other, and our bodies trembling with the closeness of our climaxes.

I rolled my hips, the soapy warm water of the bath sloshing over the side, and Mal groaned, low and gravelly, so I repeated the motion, tightening my legs around him. My slick skin slid so wonderfully against him, my nipples hard and sensitive as my breasts caressed his wet chest with every one of my heaving gasps.

"Make yourself come on our cocks, baby girl." Joshua pushed his hips into me from behind, his length driving into me even deeper.

They were stretching me so deliciously, both hard and deep inside my pussy and ass, stroking those delicious spots in me with each roll of my hips and soft thrusts of theirs. The way Mal was reaching past me to wrap his arms around Joshua, pulling him closer and tighter, and how Joshua held one hand under the water and between my thighs, massaging Mal's heavy balls along with his own ... Jesus Christ, it was so hot when my men touched each other in moments like this.

Joshua pulled my face around toward his, slanting his mouth over mine, consuming my whimpers with a claiming kiss. Mal's mouth found my breasts, sucking mercilessly on them, and I cried into Joshua's mouth as I sucked his tongue. He drew away with a wicked grin.

"Our wife is going to come any second now."

"So am I if you keep tugging my balls like that." Mal flicked my nipple with his tongue. "You going to come, baby?"

I could only nod, my hips moving faster over them.

"Mal," I begged. "Joshua."

"You know what to do," Joshua told Mal as his hand slid around to the front of my neck and closed, tightening with every shuddering gasp that escaped me.

Mal grinned, watching Joshua's hand choke me ... waiting while my air was slowly cut off and my movements on them quickened, chasing my orgasm that remained just out of reach, my vision darkening and my eyes rolling back ...

Mal bit down hard on one of my nipples, thrusting up into me at the same time, finally giving me his entire length, punishing both Joshua and me with the unforgiving pace he set. Joshua hissed his pleasure in my ear.

"Release her," Mal ordered, his teeth still clamping around my throbbing nipple.

Joshua obeyed.

I fractured apart around them, throwing an arm back to grasp onto Joshua's hair as he pistoned in and out of me, and I dug my nails into Mal's back with my other hand, hanging on as Mal moved even deeper and faster, driving me through my never-ending orgasm.

"Fucking hell, Mal," Josh swore through clenched teeth.

"Harder," he answered.

Through my haze of pleasure, I felt Joshua adjust his hold on Mal under the water, and then they were both coming, buried in me, filling me with hot, pulsing streams of their release. My pussy clenched around Mal, ripples of pleasure jerking my body with every twitch of his cock, and my other inner walls gripped Joshua tightly.

Their collective noises of pleasure were so fucking sexy as they both buried their faces into my neck, lips kissing and sucking along my neck and throat.

"I love you, Joshua," I gasped when he bit down on my shoulder.

Mal followed suit on the other side. "God, Mal, I love you."

They slowed and stilled, neither pulling out, all of us content to cling to one another for as long as possible. The sound of the motion detector downstairs broke the silence, the short but loud beep alerting us that Noah had arrived home. My stomach gave a low growl, anticipating our anniversary dinner of Chinese takeout.

For our first anniversary last year, Noah had tried to make us all dinner, and I'm sure it would have been amazing, except it burned to a crisp in the oven while he had fucked me on the kitchen island, finally finishing the job he had started that night so long ago at the house in Maine. The four of us had ended up enjoying a fantastic meal of Chinese takeout and lounging around upstairs watching movies. It was the perfect first anniversary.

Joshua groaned and pulled out first, arms looping around my waist to lift me from Mal and recline us against the opposite side of the tub. My body was limp in his arms, and I could barely open my eyes enough to watch my magnificently naked Mal step from the tub and retrieve the forgotten bottle of wine. He lifted it to his lips and chugged, his throat working to swallow, and I was instantly turned on again.

Joshua chuckled. "Careful, man, she's about to climb out and tackle you."

Mal winked. "Come and get me."

I sank further into Joshua's arms. "You make it sound like I have no self-control."

Mal arched an eyebrow at me.

I laughed softly, raking my eyes over him and rubbing my thighs together under the water. "Okay, fine. You're right. But how can I when you look like that?"

Joshua kissed my temple, gently shoving me toward the edge of our massive bathtub. "You two can get started, and Noah can join us when he gets up here."

I rose up on my knees, hands on the edge of the tub. Mal's eyes flickered down to my breasts and how my nipples hardened in the cool air.

"Regan Elizabeth Masterson!" Noah roared from downstairs, the front door slamming loudly. "Get your ass down here right now!"

The three of us froze, looking back and forth to try and determine which of us had done something to piss off Noah.

Mal snorted. "Sounds like Nanny Noah is upset."

"What did you do?" I accused Joshua and grabbed a towel from Mal.

"Nothing, I swear to God." Joshua jumped from the bath right after me, toweling down quickly. "It's your name he's yelling."

I shrugged, wrapped myself in my fluffy bathrobe, and slipped into my obnoxious pink fuzzy slippers, which Beth had gotten me for my thirtieth birthday last year. They looked like monsters, with huge googly eyes and fang-filled mouths that flapped open when I walked. How could Noah be upset at me with those on my feet?

Joshua and Mal each tugged on sweats, looking distractedly scrumptious with droplets of water still clinging to them, their hair wet and skin flushed from our bathtime fun.

"Reggie!"

"Coming!"

I hurried out and down the stairs to find Noah pacing in the front hallway. The food he had brought home for us was sitting forgotten on the entryway table. He stopped pacing and glared at my slippers, waiting for me to descend the last few steps. Mal and Joshua were right behind me.

"What's that?"

Noah crossed his arms, his dress shirt tight over his biceps, and frowned at Joshua. "My question exactly."

I pulled my attention from Noah and over to the large, rectangular object leaning against the wall near him. It was wrapped in brown paper but that didn't hide what it so obviously was. I could easily make out the shape of a frame under the paper. Tacked to the top right corner was a small folded notecard.

"I don't know what that is, Noah."

He studied me. "It was left at the front door. It's from Thad."

I tried not to smile. I failed.

Thad was up to his tricks again, no doubt. Joshua also seemed to think so, based on his quiet laughter as he approached the wrapped object. "It's addressed to the three of us, not Regan."

Mal ripped the note off and began to read it aloud. "Happy Anniversary, you lucky bastards."

Joshua grabbed the note from him. "That's it?"

Smiling even wider, I leaned against the wall and jerked my chin at the wrapped picture. "Your bestie got you an anniversary gift. Let's see what it is."

Noah was still watching me, trying to figure out if I was telling the truth about not knowing anything about whatever Thad had given them. I truly had no idea Thad was planning something for our anniversary, although I was pretty sure what kind of picture would be revealed when they unwrapped it.

I was not disappointed.

Mal and Joshua carefully tore away the paper as Noah watched the portrait be revealed. My mouth dropped open when I saw exactly what he had painted.

It was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen in my life. And absolutely as perfect as I had once imagined it could be.

All that time ago, at his gallery opening, I was mesmerized by his portraits of the women in bed. Teasing Noah, I had described how exactly I wanted Thad to paint me. He had done it, and even better than I had envisioned.

I knelt on a bed, the sheets rumpled under me, my knees spread apart. My nude form was partially hidden under a sheet that draped over a hip and between my legs, just barely covering my center. My left hand rested high on my inner thigh, fingers reaching for what was under the sheet. The ends of my cascading hair covered my breasts, nipples hard and just visible through the strands. My mouth was open slightly, as if on an exhale, the fingers of my right hand lightly pulling down on my bottom lip, teasing whoever looked on. My green eyes were bright with obvious arousal, and my cheeks flushed.

Joshua let out a low whistle.

"Reggie," Noah exhaled, clearly trying to get ahold of himself. He literally did, adjusting his erection in his pants. "It's .... It's ..."

"Perfection," Mal finished for him.

"When did you pose for him?" Joshua couldn't take his eyes off it.

I swallowed, also trying to compose myself. "I didn't. He heard me that night at the gallery."

Mal and Joshua finally pulled their gazes away to look questionably at Noah and me. He had come over to stand in front of me, pushing my wet hair over my shoulder, and his fingers caressed my neck where a small white scar was still visible.

"You were teasing me about having him paint you just like this."

"His cameras were on, remember?"

Noah's gaze traveled across my face and down to where my robe was parted, letting him see the tops of my breasts. "Let's see how accurate he is."

He pushed the robe from my shoulders, exposing me to him, then loosed the sash to let the robe fall to the floor. Noah suddenly dropped to his knees. He chuckled and pulled my silly slippers off. "I can't feast on you with these staring at me."

"Noah, what - " I gasped when his tongue licked between my legs. "Wait, they just -"

"I don't care, Reggie."

Joshua supported me when my knees went weak, and Noah sucked and licked me until I screamed his name. It took mere minutes to make me come on his tongue, his luscious mouth expertly working my already sensitive clit. He spread my thighs to watch as my, Joshua's, and Mal's cum leaked from me with every contraction of my orgasm.

"Now that's a pity," Mal tsked. His big hand reached over Noah's shoulder, collected the dripping mess, and pushed it back inside me with two fingers. "That's better."

If only Mal knew how unnecessary that was.

"Happy anniversary, Reggie."

On shaking legs, I excused myself to the hall bathroom to get cleaned up so I could join them all in the kitchen for dinner. When I emerged, my bowl of house-fried rice, eggrolls with missing ends, and a full wine glass awaited me. I filled another glass with water before taking my seat between Mal and Noah at the island.

"Looks like everyone is happy with the bathroom renovation," Noah mused, smirking at the three of us.

Last year we began making so updates to the Brownstone to accommodate our unusual living arrangements a little better. Joshua had moved down a room into the empty guest room that I first used, and then we tore down the wall between our shared room and Joshua's old room. With the extra space, we expanded the master bath and walk-in closet to create a large, lavish closet/dressing area that opened into an even larger bathroom. My guys still kept most of their clothes in their own closets so I could hog all the space with my ever-expanding wardrobe and shoe collection, but there were still plenty of open drawers and racks for them to slowly add more of their own items.

The bathroom was laughably large now, yet it needed to hold all four of us. It was chaos in the mornings when we were all trying to get ready for the day at the same time. With the changes, the vanity was long enough for us all to stand together if needed, and we added a third sink. My favorite change was the shower, designed just like the one in Thad's apartment but twice as big. Group showers were a lot of fun. Not to mention baths.

Joshua waved his chopsticks at Mal. "Mal can take all the bubble baths he wants now that we have a small pool that his giant ass can fit in."

Noah grunted. "Which I thought we were going to christen together tonight."

"It's Mal's fault." Joshua pointed an accusatory finger at him.

"Was not," he mumbled, shoving a steamed pork bun into his mouth.

"Was to. You walked in there all naked and sweaty after your workout, and you know Regan can't resist you when you're like that."

I didn't even try and disagree. "We established earlier I have no self-control around naked Mal."

Joshua and Noah looked at me expectantly. I grinned and pointed at Joshua. "I seem to remember you being just as excited about naked Mal."

"Busted," he grinned back.

"A toast," Noah announced, lifting his wine glass. The others did the same, and I raised my water. "Happy anniversary to the strongest, most beautiful woman in the world. And to us, the lucky bastards she allows to call her wife for the rest of our lives."

Everyone downed their wine. Joshua watched as I sipped my water.

"What should we renovate next?" I asked, trying to steer the conversation toward a surprise of my own.

"I don't really think we need anything more, do you?" Noah asked.

"Are you worried about not having enough space for when we have guests? There's still the room on the ground floor." Mal ran a hand through his damp strands, the ends curling slightly.

Joshua eyed me, and then his eyes dropped to where I had a palm on my lower belly. "We need a nursery," he said.

I gaped at him while Noah and Mal took their time absorbing what he had just said. He slowly began to smile—a full, bright smile.

Noah looked at him looking at me, and when I started to smile back, his jaw dropped. "Reggie?"

"How'd you know?" I asked Joshua.

"I've been suspicious for a while. You've missed your last two periods, and you stopped drinking."

Why did it not surprise me that Joshua knew my cycle? "I wanted to tell you all so badly, but I was worried it wouldn't - it would - "

Noah stood suddenly, putting his hand over mine on my belly. "How far along are you?"

"Ten weeks," I whispered, embarrassed that I was on the verge of tears.

"Baby," Mal finally said. "You're pregnant?"

"Yes, I'm pregnant."

"But the doctor's said," he began to say and stopped, sucking in a huge breath and exhaled. "The doctors said you couldn't; after Stephen, they said..."

He was having a hard time processing this. My heart sank. Was he mad? Maybe he hadn't wanted children. This wasn't something we had discussed, not really. After the doctors told me that the internal scarring from Stephen's violent violations of my body would make becoming pregnant a near impossibility, I hadn't felt the need to bring up any future attempts at having babies. They all knew about it even before I had since Mal had read all my charts and notes on my surgeries.

But then I missed my period. At the time, I figured it was the stress of dealing with the renovations and work. Then I missed my next one. Four home pregnancy tests later, I landed in my OBGYN's office to confirm that a miracle had happened.

"Hey dickhead," Joshua snapped at Mal. "Get it together."

Mal jerked his head up to see me biting my trembling bottom lip, my happy tears turned to disappointed ones. "Shit, no, baby, I'm sorry."

He rushed to me, gathering me in a hug. "Shh, I'm sorry. I was just surprised."

"You're not mad?"

That's when I saw the tears gathering in his dark eyes. "No, baby. Not mad. I'm going to be a ... father." His voice broke on the word.

"If we want to do tests later to find out who the actual father is, we can. I mean, if it's not obvious, when, you know," my words trailed off as I lost my train of thought, all of them shaking their heads.

"It doesn't matter who the father is; we're all going to be dads!" Joshua whooped in delight and embraced me. "I'm going to be a dad!" He knelt before me and began talking to my belly.

"You hear that, little guy? I'm your Daddy. I'm the fun one. I'm going to teach you all about girls, or boys, and skipping school, and cars and -"

Mal shoved him away, laughing. "And if it's a girl?"

"I can still teach her all those same things. It doesn't matter!"

"Well, we could have one of each," I said.

"Yes! If you got pregnant once, it can happen again, so we can keep trying until we have a whole house full of kids."

Noah met my eyes, ignoring Joshua and the point that just flew over his head. "Twins?"

I started crying again as I nodded. "Yes, twins."

Joshua's and Mal's exclamations of excitement were muffled when Noah wrapped me up in his arms and tucked me into him. "My beautiful Reggie. I didn't know it was possible to be any happier and then you made me dad."

"It wasn't without some help," I joked.

"Riley," Mal said. "One of the twins will be named after your brother."

"Yes."

"Absolutely."

I grasped my husband's hands, tears streaming down my cheeks. "I love you all so much," I said.

Riley would be remembered and live on in one of my children. These men would make sure our child understood how amazing their Uncle was. My husbands would share every memory and stupid story the three of them had of Riley, even the completely inappropriate ones, and I couldn't wait to watch it all.

This was more than I ever thought I'd have.

It was perfect.

This was what I had survived for.