One flesh. Michaela sighed as her orgasm faded, as tiny aftershocks proved she’d been well and thoroughly loved.
Lewis lay on her back, his body as shivery as hers had been as he struggled for breath. Beneath her, Randy’s heart pounded in his chest, the drumbeat a final salute to their personal crescendo.
“Baby girl?”
She heard it in his voice, the worry. She sighed. “So good.” His lips were on her shoulder, and she felt his smile.
“I love you. Thank you for giving me what I needed.”
“You certainly fed our needs just now, baby.”
He eased from her, and she moaned, instantly bereft of his cock in her ass.
“I love you,” Randy said. “That…nothing has ever been that good.”
“Me, too.” She must have dozed, because, in the next moment, Lewis was sliding in next to her and raising the sheet and duvet that had been at the foot of the bed.
“I love you both. And this, right here? This is my happy place.”
“Ours too,” Lewis said.
Michaela relished the scents and the touch and the heat of her men. She thought she could face anything—anything at all—if she could come back to this moment, to this place, to recharge.
“I really like it when the two of you become dominant during love making. I’d like to explore that D/s dynamic a little more.”
“There’s a club in Houston called The Lyon’s Den,” Lewis said. “The Doctors Jessop and Jillian are members, as are a few other people who live in the area. Robert was telling me they have events from time to time for those interested in exploring. I’ll talk to him about our going there.”
“Good.” Michaela let herself bask in the warmth, in the afterglow, and in the love. The quiet stretched and enveloped them, an extra layer of intimacy.
But her mind wouldn’t stay still for long.
“I was thinking.”
“You’re damn good at that,” Randy said.
She rolled over so she was on her back and could see both men at the same time.
“What were you thinking?” Lewis asked.
“That basically, beyond the money we’d need to build our own house and get whatever we need to begin working the land? I have a few gifts I’d like to give. I’d like to set up a foundation, to benefit wounded warriors—in Daniel’s name. But the rest? Let’s invest for our children—and our children’s children. That is if you want them.”
“Most definitely,” Lewis said. “Picturing you pregnant with our child has to be the hottest image, ever.”
“Damn straight.” Randy met her gaze. “What kind of investments were you thinking about?” Randy asked.
“I’m not sure. I’m going to talk to Grandma Kate about it. I think she is beyond wise when it comes to money, and how to use it for the greatest advantage.”
“You don’t want to live the life of the idle rich?” There was a teasing note in Lewis’s tone.
“Nope.”
“You plan to keep working, don’t you?” Randy asked.
“Oh, absolutely. I’ve learned something since I came to Lusty. Money has its place, and it’s good to have a lot of it. But it’s really nothing more than a tool, a resource. I’ve also learned that living idly, doing nothing is no way to live. If your Aunt Bernice can work as a server, so can I.”
“We’re ranchers to the core,” Lewis said. “So we feel the same way about working.”
“Now, when those babies come, I will probably switch to part time. And at that point I may set up my own at-home business, using my degree in graphic design.”
“Whatever you want to do, that’s what you’ll do,” Randy said. “Our children will have three parents who love them,” Randy said. “Three parents who will share equally in the joy and the responsibility of raising them.”
“And we’ll teach them that life is to be lived and that family comes before self.”
Lewis’s words reminded her of the lives he and Randy had led before finding true family here in Lusty.
“That sounds like a plan.” Michaela sighed as her men snuggled her close. They would work, all three of them, to fashion a life that would suit them. But for now, they would simply take the time they were given to be, together.
* * * *
Music played in the background, and the sound of family—chatting, laughing, and the occasional cry from a baby—formed the body of the opus performed this night. The rhythm was the heartbeat of a place where people were treated with respect and were welcome to join in—to live and laugh and love.
Michaela was surrounded by the men she loved and her besties—Jenny, Bailey, and Tammy. Benedict cousins married to two of said besties were part of their very visible circle at the moment. Tammy had come stag to the party. Mmm, I wonder what I can do about that? Michaela guessed if she gave herself some time, she would find the solution to that matter.
“So, I hear you’ve got your horses heading this way,” Parker said.
“We do,” Randy said. “Mickey Davidson agreed to keep them for us when we left the ranch. We wired him the money a few days ago. He decided to bring Marshal Dillon and Miss Kitty down himself. He expects to get here on Monday.”
“Hope he’ll at least stay overnight,” Dale said. “It’ll be good to see him again.”
Michaela chuckled. “You named your horses Marshal Dillon and Miss Kitty?”
“What can I say?” Randy asked. He held his palms straight up. “At the time, we were listening to that song by Toby Keith and singing it at the tops of our lungs.”
Tammy cocked her head to one side. “You were singing shoulda been a cowboy when you already were cowboys?”
Lewis grinned as wide as Randy and Michaela thought that was definitely something to see.
“You know, we’ve heard about these engagement parties,” Lewis said. Michaela thought it was cute he was still blushing from Tammy’s teasing. “You guys invited us both to attend yours,” he said to his brothers, “but we couldn’t get
