As I gazed at the beachscapes, I wondered which one of them would be happier about what I had to tell them. Owen, maybe? Although his mind was pretty occupied right now. This crazy-popular art show was his after all.

He’d sold just about every piece he had, and now, the buzzing crowd leaving was still talking about how talented he was, and about the woman featured in quite a few of his works.

I blushed. At first, I’d been reticent about Owen photographing me on the beach. But the way he got into it, and how wonderful the finished photos were, I couldn’t say no. And now, here we were.

One year later, we were living together at the twin’s apartment. Every day we woke up to the kind of happiness I thought was reserved for movies. Owen and Jake were better for it too, or at least that’s what everyone tells me. Jake is still fighting, while Owen is still managing, with this photography business so successful it can’t really be called just a side business. And then, there was me. At work, talk had died down, people had just taken my unconventional relationship in stride. My parents and sister loved the twins, although they didn’t come around easily. Even the twins’ dad had grudgingly admitted I’m the best girlfriend they’ve ever had.

Jake’s covert ass squeeze distracted me from my reverie.

“Stop it,” I scolded him.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it,” he said, irreverent as ever.

“There’s still people here,” I said. Because no way was I about to admit that he was right.

The ride back home a few minutes later was even worse. As Owen drove, Jake, casual as ever, slipped his hand under my coat and started fondling my breast.

“Seriously?” I asked, although I made no move to disengage myself. No. It felt too damn good to stop him now.

Jake responded by sealing his lips on mine.

By the time we got to their place, we wasted no time getting inside. Owen went in first, disappearing into the washroom. As soon as we were in the kitchen, Jake pressed me up against the counter, yanking my top down to feast on my nipples.

“Whoa,” I said.

Whoa was right, and it didn’t even begin to describe the liquid nirvana pulsing through my bloodstream. Jake lapped and sucked, as his hand went up my thighs, squeezing and kneading the flesh.

When he reached my pussy, he paused, a smile sliding onto his face. “Someone’s super wet.”

I braced myself against the kitchen counter, unable to stop myself from groaning. “Jake, please.”

He feigned obliviousness, pushing a finger in and then out. “Please what?”

I thrust out my pelvis, my hands grabbing his dick over his pants. “Fuck me.”

Jake was only too happy to comply. As he was drilling me into the kitchen counter, I groaned as pleasure stabbed deep into me. Jake gripped my hips and picked me up off of my feet. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he fucked me hard and fast. I came with a tremor, although Jake wasn’t finished yet. He turned me around and fucked me from behind, while my head swirled with another orgasm. Then, picking me up, he carried me into the bedroom.

There, he put me on my knees. Catching his eye, I realized what he had in mind, and I loved every bit of it. Lifting up my face, I said, “Do it.”

Jake grunted, his hand fisting his cock. I opened my mouth and took him in all the way as he spilled down my throat with a grunt.

Jake dropped onto the bed and flung an arm across his eyes, his breathing still labored. “Good God, I love coming in your mouth,” he said.

I smiled and leaned down to kiss him before heading into the bathroom.

Owen was still in the shower and as he looked over at me, he smiled. “Wanna join me babe?” At the sight of his droplet- coated Greek god form, I couldn’t say no. Evidently, the sight of my naked body was enough to make Owen rock hard too. Our kisses pressed him into the wall, and then me. He held my hands above my hand as he stroked his way down.

Lifting me up and pressing me against the shower wall as I wrapped my legs around him, he slid into my wet warmth. “How are you always so tight?” Owen ground out, his dick twitching inside of me already.

He fucked me fast and shallow, slapping my back into the slick tiles. I almost slipped off of him once, but he steadied me with his hands. “I’d never let you fall.”

With that look in his eyes, there was no question of the truth of what he’d said.

Already, I’d come twice, but apparently, that wasn’t enough for Owen. Drilling me the persistently, he didn’t let up until I’d come two more times, the second ending with him spilling into me too.

Afterwards, he wrapped me in his arms, holding me close. “Damn, do I love you.”

I turned to kiss him. “I love you too. Come to bed quickly though, I have something to tell you both.”

Back in bed, Jake was waiting for us. We all cuddled together, and then I took a breath. This was it.

“So, there’s something I found out earlier today,” I told them.

Owen and Jake didn’t look as excited as could be hoped for, although I could hardly blame them. ‘We need to talk’ was usually girl code for ‘something is wrong’.

“I’m pregnant,” I said, and the silence that followed was deafening.

Owen was the first to grin. “Really?”

“Really,” I said.

Now Jake was grinning too. “If it’s a boy I call Jake Junior.”

Owen rolled his eyes, “Or Owen Junior.”

I giggled as my men wrapped me in their powerful arms.

“What if it’s a girl?” I asked.

Both men frowned for a moment before saying simultaneously, “She’s not dating until she’s thirty.”

I closed my eyes and laughed as Jake and Owen pulled me closer to them. After all the heartache I’d faced, I had finally found my happily every after.