Uncut (Unexpected Book 4) (70 page)

That when you fall, I'll catch you

When you cry, I'll dry your tears

When you're about to give up

I'll fight with you . . . I’ll fight for you

(Chorus)

And so it began

The uncut story

Untold, unpredictable, unexpected

That not many will understand

A tale where three hearts collide

The road to happiness hasn’t been easy, but there’re no regrets.

If I had to, I’d do it all over again.

Because I know you’ll be on the other side . . . waiting for me.

As I stand there and soak in each word, each note, each sweep of the guitar, I weep. Matt bearing his soul and telling us that he’d take the same journey, all over again, if at the end we’ll be waiting for him is . . . beautiful. Never before had I believed that someone would love me with such intensity. I bring Thea closer to me, realizing what a lucky bastard I am, because I have two partners who love me fearlessly—unconditionally—and we share a forever kind of love.

As the song ends, and everyone breaks out in applause, Matt smiles graciously, quickly, before he joins us once again.

“I love you, Matthew Decker,” I say, resting my head on his chest as he embraces us. “You did it, you fell in love and wrote a song.”

He chuckles. “I have others that you two have also inspired, but this one, this one is special. It’s the one that came together even while we were apart. Writing it, working on it, it was kind of my therapy. It’s about our love, how we became one—
us
.”

I lean in and kiss him lightly, because after that, I can’t
not
kiss him. I feel Thea’s hand take mine and squeeze gently. Once I gather my wits, I pull an envelope from my pocket and hand it to Thea. “My wedding present.” Matt and I included her in the Silver Moon’s deed, and also made her our business partner. “Our wedding present. It doesn’t compare to Matt’s, but . . . I tried.”

Thea smiles, biting her lip.

“What?” Matt gives her a cocky grin. “Do you have something better than a song, Butterfly?”

She takes one of our hands in each of hers and slides them to her belly, closing her eyes for a few breaths.

“I think I just might,” she says, her beautiful eyes glistening. “We—we’re going to be parents.”

I am speechless as my attention focuses on her belly. A baby. My heart picks up speed as the news settles in my chest. We’re going to be parents.

“Hands down the best present in the history of the world.” Matt picks her up from the floor twirling her around. Then he stops and looks at me. “Coop?”

“We’re having a baby,” I mumble while my eyes create a second round of tears. “Parents.” I take her into my arms, and hold her for a long time. She’s giving me a family. They’re giving me a family to love. “You two just made me the happiest man alive.”

One year later . . .

“I
can’t recall a time when I don’t see you with a baby curled up on your chest,” Thea says, entering the room. “You look extremely adorable and hot doing that, Mr. Bradley-Decker.”

I take a glance at her, studying my beautiful wife, as I hold my baby girl. “What can I say, I love my daughter. And I can’t say no to babysitting my nephews.”

She nods, because she can’t resist those boys either. “Where is that handsome husband of yours?” she asks with a coy smile, taking Piper from me. “Time for the sweet princess to go night-night.” Kissing the top of her head, she cradles her all the way to the nursery where she settles her down. “Sweet dreams, my beautiful baby. We’ll see you in a bit.”

I set the baby monitor, kiss Piper’s soft cheek one more time, and follow my wife to our room. “So what are we doing when the husband arrives?”

“Did I just hear my name?” My gaze switches to the main door where Tristan’s green eyes stare at us playfully, yet hungrily. He checks his watch and then looks from Thea to me with a wicked smile. “We have an hour for us. I love my Piper, but tonight I’m letting her sleep until it’s time for us to feed her,” says Tristan, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Thea.” I release a breath, as her mouth does amazing things to my shaft. Torturing me while Matt fucks me with his finger, with his tongue. Running it up and down my crease. Instead of letting Thea continue her ministrations, I pull her closer to me. I press my lips against hers, and start that kiss . . . the tango she likes to dance when we’re making love.

My hands slide through her plumped breasts, down her ribs, and find her wet pussy. “You’re ready,” I breathe down her neck, making my way to her tits. I suck them while my thumb circles her swollen clit lazily, igniting the fire inside her. She’s close, and my own skin heats as I feel her turn into a living wildfire. And just then, I decide, change of plans. She needs to be loved—by both of us. “We should both take her, babe.”

“Thought you wanted me to fuck you.” Matt stops, looking at me through hooded eyes.

“No, I want her to feel like a queen. Cherished, loved. The two of us worshiping her body.” My words are all she needs—her pussy tightens around my fingers and I press my mouth to hers, drinking her orgasm. “You want us both inside?”

“Yes, please.” Her voice trembles. “Both, please. Love me.”

“Always,” I whisper thrusting inside her pussy. Her pants and moans filling the space of the room. Opening her plump cheeks to assist Matt with his ministrations, I hold her tight toward my body. Even though we’ve done this before, Matt’s thicker than me, and he never takes her without applying some lubricant first. Matt nods at me and I press my lips closer to her ear. “Ready?”

My cock twitches as I feast on the sight of Matt’s cock pushing inside, every inch deepening slowly. Pushing his way with loving strokes. Once he’s buried as far as he can, he slips back out and thrusts back in. Our cocks are almost touching, and our balls are pressed against each other’s. Tonight, Thea’s our glue, the one binding us forever. This is the story of our wonderful life. It’s been over two years since we’ve been doing this, but each time the intensely intimate moment sends me close to an edge—a really sharp edge—where I’m not afraid to fall.

Matt starts to move. He’s biding his time, waiting for Thea to set the tempo. It’s never the same; some nights she begs for tenderness, others she’s on fire. Tonight might be the latter, something scorching that’ll skyrocket her to the moon. And we’re ready to deliver.

“Harder,” she cries out.

“God, you feel so fucking good, Butterfly.” Matt meets my gaze and I nod. “Stop us if we hurt you, baby.”

We never do, but there’s always a fear, as she’s between two tall-hard male bodies being thoroughly fucked. Thea pushes her hips against my cock, and he follows her lead. Plunging in and out of her in fast intervals, it’s easy to find our rhythm. Deep, hard, fast. As Matt eases back, I slide in. My balls clench and tighten the moment her pussy starts squeezing around my cock. I’m so close. So fucking close, but I want to hold it, enjoy her longer. I have no chance to hold back as I feel the intensity of Matt’s orgasm and feel his throbbing dick against mine. The wildfire catches up with me, igniting each cell of my body.

“I love you,” Thea whispers. “Both, so much.”

Her words. This moment. Having my husband, my wife, and Piper, our precious daughter, fills me with infinite love and happiness. They’re all I need, and the rest is just a bonus.