Josh bats him upside the head. “Stop being an asshole and tell her the truth.”

  “But I am an asshole.”

  “Not today. Not right now.” Josh scowls.

  Marcus caresses my hip as he gently disentangles his body from mine, then turns me to cradle my head against his chest. His stare delves into mine. “She knows I’m kidding. Just like she knows I gave her my heart the first time I laid eyes on her, too.

  The last of my resistance crumbles. Tears tremble at the edge of my lashes. “It was the same for me.”

  “That’s a relief. Hold that thought.” Marcus settles me on top of Josh again, in his embrace. “I’ll be right back.”

  He climbs off the bed, then zips into the bathroom like his very fine ass is on fire.

  “Is he okay?” I frown.

  Everything seemed so right. Was I mistaken? Is something wrong?

  The water starts running, and Josh shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “He’s just impatient to wash up. Get ready for round two.”

  More sex? “Now?”

  “Yep.” Josh gropes for his pants and finds what he’s looking for. “We’re pretty serious about loving you nonstop. And about this pregnancy thing, too.”

  Then what is Josh fishing around for? A condom is counterproductive.

  “I’m actually serious about it, too,” I assure him.

  “Do you care that, without a paternity test, you may not know exactly who fathered our children? That your family won’t know, either?”

  Is he actually worried about that? “No. The children—I’m guessing you want more than one?—will be ours.”

  “They will. Three or four would suit us, if you’re willing.”

  I’ve always wanted a bigger family. “I’d love that!”

  The hot-eyed smile he sends me is full of joy. “Good to hear. You sore, sweetheart?”

  A little, but not enough to refuse them. Never enough for that. “No.”

  “Damn, you’re perfect for us.” He sits me up, facing away from him, and lifts me over his suddenly erect cock with a groan. “Bear down.”

  I do, just in time to feel him slide smooth as silk into my ass. Once he’s filled me to the hilt, he urges me to lie back against his chest. Then he spreads his legs wide—taking mine with him—and lifts up slowly and rhythmically beneath me.

  Nerve endings I swore were beyond satisfied spark back to burning life.

  Just then, Marcus exits the bathroom with a smile and a ready-to-go erection. As he watches Josh fuck my ass, his grin turns lascivious.

  He clambers onto the bed and without any preamble, he surges into my wet, empty sex with a moan that vibrates all through my body. “You’re fucking perfect, baby girl. Marry us.”

  Of all the things I thought he might say, that’s the last thing I expected to hear. “What?”

  “You love us. We love you.” His tone dares me to believe otherwise. “You’re getting pregnant tonight. We want you to be our wife.”

  “What the ogre is trying to say”—Josh murmurs in my ear, filling me with stroke after smooth, mind-bending stroke—“is that we knew immediately that you’re the woman who completes us. We might have fought our feelings along the way, but as we lie here together, you have our hearts. You’ve given us yours. And we hope you’ll do us the honor of spending your life with us, having a family, and seeing where the years lead us because we’re pretty sure that we’ll only be deeper in love.”

  “Show off,” Marcus growls as he grabs my thighs and uses them as leverage to hurl himself deeper inside me. “What he said.”

  The hot tears I’ve been holding back fall down my flushed cheeks as I laugh with sublime joy and burning passion. I’ve been hurt before, but this is different. They’re different. Derrick is my past, and these amazing men are my bright, wonderful future who will never do anything except love and support me. “Yes! I know I can’t legally marry you both, but—”

  “Not the point. We’ll have an irrelevant ceremony where you’ll marry one of us for the sake of paperwork and bureaucrats. But make no mistake. You’re ours. For the rest of our lives.”

  “Yours,” I breathe, my heart swelling right along with my orgasm.

  “Thank fuck.” Marcus sighs in audible relief. “I’m going to come inside you, baby girl.”

  “Let’s get this on her finger first.” Josh passes him something.

  My heart stops. Is that what I think it is?

  Marcus grabs my hand and settles a ring at my fingertip. “By the power vested in us with our cocks—”

  “This isn’t a joke,” Josh warns.

  It’s not, but I laugh, happiness bubbling up inside me from a never-ending wellspring in my heart.

  “It kind of is. But our cocks really are powerful, and they’re really going to plow you a lot and knock you up.”

  “Marcus!” Josh bellows.

  “All right. All right,” he grouses, then focuses his attention on me again, turning serious. “We love you. You’re perfect and the best thing that’s ever happened to us. With this ring, we pronounce that you’re our wife. I’m going to kiss the bride—while I fuck you, of course.” He leans in. “Since Josh is reaming your pretty little ass, he’ll have to wait until he can reach your lips.”

  Together, Marcus and Josh slide the ring on my finger in a silent moment full of gravity. Then, with a dirty little wink, Marcus slants his lips over mine. I can’t decide whether to dissolve into laughter, tears of joy, or sheer pleasure. But one thing is sure; they will always keep me on my toes, my body well satisfied, and my heart nearly bursting with bliss.

  When he finally lifts his head and stares at me while they both slowly penetrate me and light me on fire, I hear Josh in my ear. “What do you say, sweetheart?”

  I murmur the only thing I can, now that they’ve captured me—body and soul. “I do.”

  Epilogue

  Hilo, Hawaii

  Three years later

  * * *

  Kate

  “Look what we accomplished, sweetheart.” Josh stands behind me, staring at the Hilo Aloha Paradise Hotel—a joint venture between Force Financial and our service-based investor group.

  “We create amazing things together.” I smile over my shoulder at him.

  “You’re right—and not just the resort. This place is amazing, but I’m always in awe of our family. Damn, I miss the kids.”

  I sigh. “Me, too.”

  “Same.” Marcus sidles up beside us and takes my hand. “You okay, baby girl?”

  Smiling softly his way, I squeeze his fingers. “Fine. Just a long flight.”

  Thankfully, no one at Force Financial bats an eye at our relationship. Not that I would care if they did. I know how important it is to my husbands that we’re completely honest and open about our unconventional marriage. Frankly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love them too much to hide how I truly feel about them from anyone.

  My dad and my sister have come to adore and respect my two men in a way they never did Derrick. They attended our quickie Vegas wedding shortly after our trip to Hawaii. I’m officially married to Josh—though that’s a mere detail. I belong to them both. My family was also instrumental in helping the three of us organize our small, simple commitment ceremony, which took place a month later and included both Josh’s and Marcus’s families, too. They happily welcomed our son, Jackson, when he was born exactly forty weeks after our first trip to Hilo. They were equally excited when we had a daughter, Lia, two years later. Our kids are the light of our lives…and this is the first time we’ve been away from them since becoming parents. I miss them terribly, but our corporate getaway gives us the opportunity for a short second honeymoon. We’re taking it.

  I have plans.

  “When I look at this hotel, I’m amazed,” I admit wistfully.

  “You should be proud.” Marcus smiles. “It’s exactly like your sketch. It’s stunning.”

  “Yeah.” Honestly, I couldn’t be more thrilled. I’ve seen video during various phases of construction and been heavily involved in its completion, but this is the first time any of us will see the finished product in person. I can’t wait.

  “Ribbon cutting in five minutes,” Savannah Force, six months pregnant with her and Chad’s second child, shouts as she circles around the group of Force Financial’s executives who have come to see our first property.

  My tummy knots anxiously. I’ve obsessed over every detail of this place and felt incredibly guilty that I could never be here in person to oversee the project as the old structure was bulldozed and the new one took its place. My second pregnancy was a bit complicated and precluded me from traveling, but my right hand, Nathan, has ensured everything went off without a hitch. He got promoted for his Herculean efforts, too. I miss him on my team, but I know he’ll be brilliant in his new role…as soon as he hires some staff.

  On the phone a few feet away, Nathan spots the three of us and meanders closer, speaking to whomever is on the other end of the line. “Yes, I’m sure.”

  I hear the faint pushback of a man’s crisp argument through the device, though not the exact words.

  “I didn’t ask for your opinion, and I don’t care if you think she’s not qualified. Hire Isabella Shay.”

  Another argument on the other end. Apparently, Nathan’s caller doesn’t understand that my former teammate is ruthless enough to win pretty much every argument he starts. The HR rep he’s talking to will likely end up conceding soon.

  Josh sends me a questioning stare, brow raised. I shrug. No, I don’t know Isabella Shay or why he’s so intent on hiring her…but her name sounds familiar. Has he talked about her before?

  “According to Chad, I have complete control over my hiring decisions,” Nathan snaps. “Unless you want to take this matter up with him, I’d like Ms. Shay’s employment offer in my inbox by the time I wake up tomorrow morning.”

  Then he hangs up and pockets his phone, his smile smug. He only looks like that when he knows he’s going to win.

  Maleko Keona, the local jeweler who made my rings, approaches Josh and Marcus and introduces his grandmother. I give them a polite hello, welcome them to the property, then wander over to Nathan.

  “What are you up to?” I ask him.

  “Nothing.”

  “This is me you’re talking to. Not only do I live with two of the most devious, ruthless men on the planet, I know you way too well to believe your innocent expression. Tell me what’s up…and how I can help.” I grin.

  He sighs. “Fine. But only because I know you’ll understand. This is dome-of-silence shit here.”

  We both take privacy and confidences very seriously. “Of course.”

  “Isabella is Douglas Shay’s daughter.”

  My eyes pop. “Your former business partner who made off with all your money? That asshole?”

  “And forced me to shut down before I declared bankruptcy a decade ago? Yes. Now his daughter needs a job—and she came begging me.”

  “Does she know you despise her father?”

  He shrugs. “We haven’t spoken since she was thirteen. But the way she’s acting, I doubt it.”

  “And you’re still insisting on hiring her?” Despite the fact HR thinks she’s not qualified.

  I can only think of one reason why.

  “Oh, yeah.” Nathan looks pleased with himself.

  My jaw drops, along with my voice. “The office isn’t really the place for your vendetta.”

  He raises a brow at me, arms crossed over his chest, reminding me that, despite looking evolved and professional in his gray suit, he’s a former special ops marine. When it comes to being subversive, determination and know-how are never a problem.

  Isabella Shay doesn’t stand a chance.

  “I’ll teach Bella everything she needs to know to thrive at Force. Inside a few months, she’ll be damn good at her job. I will ride her ass until she is.”

  That’s probably true, but… “Why do I get the feeling that’s not the only reason you’ll ride her ass?”

  A smile plays at his mouth. “Her father disappeared with every cent we’d earned years ago. She is the key to finding both him and my millions. Until I get it, I’m entitled to my pound of her flesh.”

  And I’ve heard Nathan’s reputation via office gossip. He’ll have Bella Shay on her knees and begging in no time. I almost feel sorry for the woman. Then again, he’d never actually hurt her. She’ll gain valuable corporate skills from one of the best and a stint at a major financial organization that will look stellar on her résumé while she’s making great money. Bella will hardly be suffering—especially if Nathan heaps orgasms on her.

  “If you haven’t seen her in a decade, she must be—”

  “Fresh out of college.” He grins like he knows this payback will be both easy and sweet as hell.

  I frown. “That makes her…what? Eighteen years younger than you?”

  Nathan shrugs. “It makes her an adult—and fair game. Besides, your husbands are fourteen years your senior, right?”

  He’s not wrong. Honestly, I don’t often see Nathan’s ruthless side, but when I do…watch out, world.

  “Stop giving me the judgmental side-eye,” he drawls. “I’ve waited a long time for answers and retribution. Besides, she’s always free to turn down the job.”

  His acidic smile says he knows that’s basically impossible, just like the likelihood that he’ll leave her alone now that she’s landed on his radar.

  I shake my head. “Be careful, my friend.”

  “Always am. But I’m hardly in danger from a spoiled twenty-three-year-old.”

  Probably not, but someday, some woman will topple his restless heart. If that someone was Bella, it would be delicious irony. “We’ll see.”

  “Places, everyone!” Savannah shouts to the small crowd of Force Financial executives, investors, construction brass, and local press. “We’re ready.”

  Chad Force exits a limo that’s just pulled up and saunters to his wife, dropping a peck on her cheek and rubbing her distending belly. “Looks like I made it just in time, sweetheart.”

  “I’m glad.” Her glance back is equally filled with devotion before she slips her professional mask back in place. “Shall we?”

  “Yes,” Marcus quips as he and Josh approach again. “Our wife is dying to see the inside of this place.”

  “I’m sure you are, too,” Chad tosses back, scanning the grounds. “Not that I blame any of you. This property looks incredible. Pictures don’t do it justice. We’ve already got months’ worth of bookings, but after today I’ll bet reservations go crazy.”

  “I suspect you’re right.” I smile his way.

  Savannah gives my hand a quick squeeze. In the last three years, she’s become one of my best friends. Her presence beside me from the first meeting about the hotel all the way to this ribbon-cutting has been crucial. “I’m so excited!”

  She grins. “Me, too.”

  To my shock, she hands me the ceremonial scissors and nudges me forward. I turn to her wide-eyed.

  She nods. “You do the honors. Chad and I both agree. You’ve put your heart, soul, and devotion into this project for the last three years.”

  I have. Not only did I want to do a good job for the employer I’ve become distinctly loyal to and do the beautiful land justice, after Marcus, Josh, and I conceived our son on the property next door, I wanted to enshrine some of our most beautiful memories in this new place.

  Moments later, Chad Force joins me at the ceremonial ribbon for the photo op. He and Savannah steady the strip of red silk on one side, Josh and Marcus hold the other. With a simple snip, it falls and we all dash inside to ooh and aah over the gorgeous redesigned lobby with unobstructed views all the way from the front door to the shimmering Pacific. The restaurants, spa, and conference spaces are all top-notch and state-of-the-art.

  After some quick interviews and the opportunity to give Maleko’s grandmother a personal tour, the afternoon winds to evening and the scheduled cocktail party thankfully breaks up early. Most people here have come from the mainland, so it feels late to them. Turning in early suits me just fine.

  Smiling, I take my men by the hand and lead them to the elevator. “I have a surprise for you.”

  “Good. We have one for you, too,” Marcus murmurs, palming my ass the instant the elevator doors shut behind us.

  “And we can’t wait to give it to you.” Josh kisses his way up my neck until I shiver.

  It seems to take forever before the elevator opens on the seventh floor. The views to the outside are probably stunning since so much of the hotel is glass, but my fear of heights kicks in. So I cuddle myself against Marcus’s protective shoulder and let Josh take my mouth as we wend our way down the hall and stop in front of the appropriate door.

  “We’re here,” I gasp as I pull away from my husband’s kiss and pull the key card from my purse.

  “The Lovers’ Suite,” Marcus reads aloud the etched plaque on the door. “You designed this? And we’re staying here?”

  I nod with excitement. “This room is an homage to the one we stayed in together during our first trip here. I wanted to pay tribute to the place that has so much meaning for us. But…this new version of that old suite has significant upgrades.”

  Without further explanation, I open the door and let the paradise unfold. The two lumpy queen mattresses have been replaced by a huge, four-poster king-size bed. Beautiful vistas of the pool, park, and ocean should be visible through every window. There’s a cozy sitting area, a love seat, a desk, and a kitchenette with a sleek new microwave, a high-end coffeemaker, and a pristine sink. The bathroom is all marble with an enormous walk-in shower, a clawfoot tub, and romantic blush-colored accents everywhere.

  “It’s beautiful, baby girl,” Marcus gives the place one last look before he settles his hands on my hips. “You have been amazing on this project, and I’m so proud of all you achieved.”

  Since he doesn’t dish out praise often, I lap it up. “Thank you. I especially wanted to do this room justice.”