I kick the front door closed behind us and catch Cheyenne in my arms. Her hands hook around my neck and her mouth hits mine. As I part her lips with my tongue and run it across her teeth, I can’t help but want to make this moment last. It’s one of those points where I’d like to freeze time. At the very least I’ll file at the top of my best memories. She’s mine. Well, she’s ours, just the way Clay and I like it. But it’s more than that. We’re making it official.

We’re getting married.

I never thought something like getting hitched was in the cards for me, but here we are, heading to the altar. I’m about to have a family of my own.

And no one has a shotgun to my head.

I’m impressed.

Cheyenne breaks away from me to give Clay a kiss before we leave. I toss my keys on the side table and throw my hat down next to them. Cheyenne starts walking away down the hall but I grab her and spin her around. She falls against me with a yelp.

I lift her off the ground, and smile into our kiss as her legs wrap around me. Kissing her firmly, I walk sideways across the hallway. The downstairs bedroom, now my own, waits for us.

Lowering her gently on the bed, I stretch out beside her. She’s carrying our child, so we can’t be too rough with her.

Cheyenne smiles up at me. “I’m fine,” she says. “I’m not delicate.”

I pull her close, cradling her back. “Yes, you are.”

“Y’all are gonna spoil me rotten.”

“Absolutely.” I prop my head up on my elbow. “When will we know if it’s a girl or a boy?”

“My next appointment, I think.” she smiles. “But I’d like to find out sooner.”

“We’ll find out when it’s time. One of us will go with you for sure,” Clay says.

“Sounds good.”

He settles on her other side and runs a hand across her stomach.

Cheyenne’s cheeks start to redden. “I adore you both, you know that? I should have told you months ago, but I couldn’t. I wasn’t sure… I thought...”

I run my thumb across her cheek. “We love you too. You’re ours, Cheyenne.”

“The baby too,” Clay adds.

Her eyes sparkle. “I’m so glad. I just want to feel you. Hold me. Take me. I don’t care how. Just touch me.”

Clay turns her sideways to face him. He covers her mouth with his and gives her a long kiss. Soft moans leave her and her arm falls over him.

I run my hands up and down her back. Her shirt bunches beneath my fingers. Rolling her pants down, I slip them off of her. Clay takes care of her top.

We swiftly tug her bra and panties off and throw them to the floor. Soft mounds of flesh press against my dick and bulge under my palms. Everywhere I touch Cheyenne there’s a delicious curve.

She’s fully naked, pressed between us and with goosebumps dotted across her skin. My fingers glide over her full hips and slip between her thighs. They push against her smooth clit and she gives a raw, guttural moan.

I suck on the back of her neck while I play with her. Her hips jerk and she arches her back to grind her ass into my crotch. The friction against my jeans makes my dick grow hard. It pounds in my pants, hungry for what it has gone months without.

I push two fingers inside of Cheyenne and feel for her ridged spot. Finding it, I stroke it rapidly. Her muscles clamp around my fingers. She kisses Clay, mouths parted as she groans her pleasure into his throat. The sound and the moment are so intense that my balls constrict. Pressure fills them and sends a painfully needy ache of all-consuming craving through me. I drive my fingers deeper into her. Each noise she makes creates more delicious pain for me.

Tremors shake Cheyenne’s body. She bursts from an orgasm, coating my fingers with her sweet cum.

I pull my fingers out of her and swivel my hand across her tits. They’re heavy and ripe. They roll underneath my palm, the soft feel of them making my dick tingle.

Clay sits up and starts taking his clothes off. I turn Cheyenne to face me for a kiss. She twists my shirt in her hands and takes my mouth with a hunger.

I break the kiss to strip off my shirt and pants, which I throw mindlessly off the edge of the bed to the floor. My boxers twist around my legs as I yank them off. With a sharp tug, I finally get them off. My cock is already pulsating, hard and ready, pointed in Cheyenne’s direction as I lean on my side and run my palm down her leg.

Clay grabs Cheyenne’s hips and pulls her towards him. He drops his face between her legs. His tongue darts out and teases her bud. Cheyenne closes her eyes and rolls her head to the side.

I rise up on my knees and let my hands roam across Cheyenne’s torso. Her eyes open half way and she reaches for my dick. She gives it the slightest tug, urging me closer.

I straddle her face and lower myself over her. Her plump lips slip around my dick. I push in, running my shaft along the length of her tongue. I grab the headboard tight and jam myself deeper into her mouth.

Soft vibrations strike my dick. She’s moaning as Clay eats her out. Muffled groans fill the room, each of them rising with my pleasure level.

My cock stiffens against the top of her throat. I close my eyes and thrust my hips against her face. Cheyenne takes me all the way in, greedily slurping my full length. Soft lips graze against my balls. A shudder ripples through me.

My heart rate picks up, filling my ears with its pounding. My head grows dizzy and I feel like I’m about to fall over. I pull out of Cheyenne’s mouth and settle next to her.

Clay backs out from between her legs and grabs his dick. Cheyenne gazes up at him, her arms and legs splayed to the side. She watches, waiting for whatever comes next. She’s innocent, precious… and fully ours.

“Let’s tie her up,” I say.

Cheyenne’s eyes go wide but she doesn’t object. I jump from the bed and look for something appropriate. Finding a tie I never wear, I take her hands and lock them together over her head. Then, a better idea comes to mind. I wrap the tie around just one wrist, and attach the other end of it to one of the posts in the headboard.

“Perfect,” I moan.

Clay pushes her legs wide open and settles between them. He bites his lip and gazes down at her.

“Top or bottom?” he asks me.

I’m tense and wound up in anticipation. “I don’t fucking know.”

Clay climbs underneath her. He settles his hips under hers and holds her against his chest. His dick bulges against her ass.

Reaching around her hips, he runs his thumb over her clit and strokes it. I stroke myself as she writhes into his touch, folds parting and pulsating its invitation. Clay grinds his cock between her ass cheeks. Her knees part and fall to the bed, opening her wide. Fuck, I can take her just like this.

I position myself between Cheyenne’s legs and grip her knees. She lifts her head off the bed, eyes fixated on my engorged cock. She’s wild and disheveled with her hair fanned around her face on the pillow, cheekbones pink and eyes half-lidded. It’s the hottest thing ever.

I’m ready to enter her, but Clay slides out from under her and pushes me aside. He’s got this urgent look in his eyes that I’ve seen before. He needs this more than me, so I grip her ass cheeks with my fingers, stretching her wide. Her tight little opening responds with a pulse, and I press my index finger nice and tight at her asshole, stimulating her, arousing her more as her pussy lips glisten from her wetness. Clay wastes no time in sliding his dick up and down her folds, ready to breach her cunt. With a shift of his hips, he edges into her.

“Oh God,” she whimpers out. “Yes. More…please,” she begs, and that’s enough for Clay to bury his cock deep inside of her. Cheyenne’s lips fall open in a silent moan.

Watching him repeatedly pound into her starts to overwhelm me. I give him a nod and he pulls out of her, moving up the bed until he’s close enough to lean down and kiss her. I take hold of my throbbing dick. I need this woman so badly. As I tease the tip between her pussy lips, she stops kissing Clay and gazes up at me.

“I’ve missed you so much, baby,” she whispers.

With a smooth thrust, I enter her slick channel. Blinding pleasure thunders through me. I’ve missed every square inch of her too. I place her knees over my shoulder, finding a pace that I hope won’t hurt her or the baby growing in her womb.

She wraps her free hand around Clay’s dick, pumping his shaft at the pace of my thrusts. Every move makes her cry out her pleasure. Lowering one of her legs from my shoulder, Clay begins to flick a finger on her clit as I continue to fuck her. I get so close to erupting inside of her. What he’s doing to her has her inner walls clenching and flexing around my shaft.

His other hand finds her breasts. Clay kneads one, and the other, and back to the first. Cheyenne pushes her hips down, meeting my strokes, legs trembling as we play her like an instrument from every angle. She begs us to fuck her harder, pleading because I can tell Clay and I are both holding back, unwilling to meet her body’s demand for a savage fuck.

We may want to give her everything she wants and more, but that’s our kid growing in there. She’ll just have to settle for intense multiple stimulation over the insane roughness we’re used to. We’ll pleasure her until she bursts, but we won’t wreck her. As though she can tell our limits, her body starts to shudder through a powerful orgasm.

Cheyenne comes hard, with a fury in her eyes, her pussy squeezing me so tightly that my eyes roll back into my head. My own need builds until I can’t ignore the pressure behind my balls. I pick up the pace, and after a few firm strokes, I release inside of her. I’m frozen in place, weak and panting hard, dripping with sweat, but not Cheyenne. As hard as she’s just come, her hand still grips Clay’s dick pumping wildly as he gets closer. He digs his nails into the tender flesh of her breast at her upper ribs, groaning out a growl as he fucks her hand for a few more wild strokes until he spills his seed on her belly and finally slumps into bed beside her.

The room spins. I can barely sit up. Sucking in a deep breath, I lean onto one arm, pulling out of her to relax almost at a diagonal across the free space that’s left on her other side. Sweat runs down my temples, burning in my eyes. I wipe it away and slowly stretch a hand around Cheyenne’s shoulders.

She glances up at me for a moment as I settle in next to her. “That was so good,” she hums.

I grunt out a weak agreement.

“Um, Nash?”

“Yeah.”

“My wrist.”

“I like you like this.”

“Come on, Nash,” she pleads in that sweet little raspy whisper that’s still hardwired to my cock. “My arm’s fallen asleep. The pins and needles are killing me, babe.”

Clay sleepily reaches an arm up before I make a move. He eases his finger between the loop of the slip knot, and with a tug, it comes loose and unties her bound hand.

“Thank you,” she tells him. She looks my way and sticks out her tongue at me, another move that goes right to my groin.

“You better watch it,” I tease. “Unless you don’t want any rest all night long from your official fiancé.”

Clay takes her into his arms and presses his face into her neck. “She can just come running to me.”

That statement makes Cheyenne belt out a peel of contagious laughter. “I can’t lie. It’s damn good to have two men. Just don’t start fighting over me.”

“Yeah well, we only need one woman,” I tell her.

“We won’t be fighting over you, shy girl,” Clay says. “Just for you.”

I find a towel and return to bed, wiping off her belly. “Did you tell your parents?”

“Not yet,” she admits. “I’m working up the courage. They’re going to have a heck of a lot to say about getting pregnant before I get into a real career.”

“It should be easier if you add the part about getting married to me,” I point out.

“That will help some, but…I’ll just grin and bear it when they raise hell about it.” She smiles. “Don’t worry.”

“As you haven’t told them yet, we’ll go with you,” Clay says.

“Mm,” she murmurs, taking his hand in hers. “I appreciate the thought, but you can’t do everything for me. This is one of those things I have to do on my own.”

“Like hell it is,” Clay replies. “Your folks will raise hell if Nash doesn’t at least show up with you. They’ll probably be mad as hell that he didn’t go to them before asking. You know how old-fashioned everyone is in this town.

“Clay is right,” I say. “I’ll go have a talk with your old man.”

She shakes her head in firm disagreement. “No. That ain’t happening. I need to be there. I know my folks. They’ll want to hear it from me.”

“Fine,” I relent. “But from here on out, I’m gonna have a say. Clay too. “That’s our job. To be there for you. I’m a mean bastard, and I can be grumpy as fuck, but we plan to be around.”

She turns her face to kiss my shoulder. “I’m so lucky, you grumpy bastard.”

“We’re all lucky,” Clay rumbles. “Especially Nash. Son of a bitch gets to take you up the aisle.”