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  “Vinny, I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” Trey hesitates, and I have to agree. I want him to be one hundred percent sure. This can’t be an escape from his emotions.

  “I’m not running away from this, I just want to replace all of the bad shit with the good.”

  “You got it, baby.” Trey grips Vinny’s underwear and pulls it off, while the both of us strip out of our clothes

  “On your back, baby,” Trey tells Vinny. He moves onto his back and I lean up, kissing Trey, before we turn our full attention to Vinny.

  Trey grabs a bottle of lube out of the bedside table, and my mouth waters at what is about to happen.

  I bend over and kiss Vinny. “I love you so much.” I cup his face and he grins, his eyes lightening for the first time since he got home.

  He puts his large hand on the small of my back, tugging me to him. “I love you too, my precious angel.” He kisses my forehead and holds me for a second before I tell Trey how I feel about him.

  I sit up and look at Trey. “I love you too. You have my whole heart.” I put his hand over my heart. “Both of you have completed my life.” Tears fill my eyes. I feel so full and so incredibly happy.

  Vinny and Trey move in sync, holding me and kissing me all over. That’s when I take my cue to grab both of their dicks, stroking slowly.

  “Lani, sit on Vinny’s face.” Trey tears my hand off of his dick, pushing Vinny down onto the bed, taking control.

  Vinny lifts me up and sets me on his mouth, running his tongue all over my clit. All of a sudden, he grips me hard and groans loudly. I turn around and see Trey sucking Vinny’s dick.

  I clench hard, instantly ready to come. It’s the most erotic thing, seeing them together. “I think she likes me sucking you, Vinny.” Trey takes all of Vinny in his mouth, holding him deep in his throat as he looks me deep in my eyes.

  Fuck me.

  Trey opens a bottle of lube and pours it down Vinny’s dick, down to his ass. He slowly slips a finger inside.

  Vinny groans loudly, and I look down at him at what I can see of him. “I’m so close,” I moan loudly.

  Vinny grips my hips hard, lifting me up, his tongue swirling around my clit before sucking hard, then harder and harder.

  I grip the headboard, my legs shaking. I can’t even hold myself up anymore. “Come all over his face, baby,” Trey pipes in behind us, and I do just that. I lean my head onto the headboard.

  Vinny continues to lick me, prolonging my orgasm. I slide off to the side and crawl down the bed, gripping Vinny dick, “Let me have a taste.” Trey licks down the side of Vinny’s dick the same time I do.

  “Fuck, fuck.” Vinny grips the sheets, fisting them.

  Trey looks at me. “On your back.” He picks up Vinny and puts him on his hands and knees behind him.

  Oh fuck, are we going to do what I think we are?

  Vinny bends down and kisses me. I bring my legs up and around his waist, scooting down until I feel him at my entrance.

  Trey’s hands wrap around Vinny’s throat from behind, not hard, but enough to get our attention. “Watch his face, Lani, watch as I take him as he takes you.”

  Trey slowly enters Vinny, moving Vinny inside of me at the same time, and a minute later Trey is fully seated inside of him, Vinny growing harder and harder by the second.

  I look at Trey’s face. He looks down at the both of us and I clench around Vinny, causing him to let out a strangled sound.

  I love the look on his face, it’s pure ecstasy. Trey starts to move. He moves for Vinny too and his eyes are clenched, just feeling everything.

  I kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down completely on top of me, holding him.

  Trey grips Vinny’s ass hard, moving faster and harder, and I rub Vinny all over with my hands.

  The pleasure is out-of-this-world fucking good, but right now, I just want Vinny to have the best moment of his life.

  He deserves it.

  He asked for us to love him and we’re going to make sure he has that. “I love you, Vinny,” I whisper in his ear, and he shakes in my arms, my words affecting him.

  I mouth to Trey, “I love you.” He slows down and smiles softly at me, before he bends down and kisses me, then the back of Vinny’s head.

  Trey changes positions, and Vinny lifts his ass higher. I clench down hard on him. “Come for me.”

  I bite down on Vinny’s shoulder. He sticks his hand between our bodies and he rubs my clit. That sets me off and I scream, coming so hard I see stars.

  I feel Vinny spill himself inside of me.

  Inside of me?

  My eyes fly open and I look at Trey in shock, who is busy coming with us. Vinny kisses my throat and I try to think of what to say.

  I’m not on birth control. Protection completely slipped my mind and the heat of the moment completely took over.

  Trey slips out of Vinny gently. He takes off his condom, throwing it in the trashcan by the bed. Vinny reaches down like he’s going to do the same.

  Uhh, surprise?

  Vinny looks at his dick then my pussy then my face. “Fuck, we didn’t use protection,” he whispers.

  “It’ll be fine,” Trey reassures me. “I can say I wouldn’t be fucking mad if you were pregnant with our baby.”

  Trey just shocks the shit out of both of us, and then Vinny smiles. “Yeah, I don’t think I would mind it.”

  Well, that’s not what I was thinking was going to happen. I do want babies, I have always wanted kids, and the thought of having them with Trey and Vinny makes me super happy.

  “I wouldn’t be upset if it did happen. Call me crazy, but being a mom is something I’ve always wanted.” I sit up and touch their faces, kissing the both of them.

  Trey picks me up off of the bed and carries me into the bathroom and into the shower. Vinny turns on the water.

  I tuck my face in Trey’s neck, enjoying being held, and Vinny has his head resting on my back behind me.

  We stand together, enjoying this moment together. I lift my head and kiss Trey, then Vinny. “You both make me so happy.” I rest my forehead against Vinny’s and then turn my head to do the same with Trey.

  “You complete us, baby,” Vinny says sweetly and takes my shampoo, pouring some in his hands, and then proceeds to wash my hair gently, his fingers rubbing my scalp.

  I’m so content. For the first time in my life, I know this is where I belong. “I have to go back to Los Angeles. I need to get the rest of my things because my house sold.”

  “The day after tomorrow? We can use the MC jet and get your stuff, then come back the same day if you want?” Trey suggests.

  “Yeah, I like that idea,” I say. I lean my head back and let the shampoo rinse from my hair.

  “I want to bring you to meet my mom and dads, if you’re comfortable with it,” Trey says.

  “I really like that idea. I don’t want to leave Etta and Lynn for too long, though.” I worry about them. I worry how all of this is going to affect their life.

  I want them to have the best life possible, and I know it’s going to be our mission for that to happen, but the biggest blessing for me is that Michaela won’t have to face the life of her mom.

  “Braelyn will be here tomorrow morning. The girls are going to have a therapy session with her and then I think we’re going to take them to the doctor for a full checkup,” I inform the guys.

  We should have done that first thing when they got here, but I didn’t want to overwhelm them.

  * * *

  Braelyn has been with the girls for hours. I’m babysitting Michaela for them. I really liked Braelyn the second I met her. She specializes in trauma and I can see that she’s very sincere and capable.

  Trey is out in the garage working on a bike and Vinny is holding Michaela, rocking her to sleep. My ovaries are singing at the sight of him being so tender.

  I highly doubt that I got pregnant that very first time, but them telling me that they would love if I did get
pregnant really made me think.

  Am I moving too fast? Are we rushing into things? If so, why does everything feel so right? Vinny lays Michaela down into the playpen and sits next to me, pulling me into him.

  We turn the TV on low so it doesn’t disturb Michaela. “You holding her made me feel all kinds of ways,” I whisper in Vinny’s ear.

  He grins at me, takes my hand and walks me out of the room to one of the guest rooms downstairs, then turns on a baby monitor so we can hear if Michaela wakes up.

  I pull down my leggings in a hurry. “Bend over the bed,” he orders. He pushes me down and touches my pussy, checking to see if I’m wet enough. I was drenched for this man the second he dragged me into this room.

  He grips my hair and I push my ass back against him. I’m dying, I need him inside of me so bad.

  He pushes inside hard. There’s no adjusting this time. He hammers me, harder and harder. The door opens and Trey walks in. He unbuckles his pants and strokes his dick as he watches Vinny pound into me.

  “FUCK.” My voice is muffled by the bed, and I scream into the mattress, coming so hard against him that my whole body turns to mush when Vinny comes inside of me.

  Again without a condom.

  Vinny slips out of me, and Trey takes his place, slamming inside of me, harder than Vinny. “Oh god.” I bite the blanket, trying not to scream and wake up the baby.

  “Our girl’s pussy is greedy.” Trey smacks my ass, and I stop breathing. Everything in me stiffens as an orgasm unlike anything I have ever felt approaches, and Trey comes inside of me just like Vinny.

  “We didn’t use a condom again,” I inform them, trying to catch my breath, and they both laugh.

  “Once we felt your pussy bare, there was no way we could go back to wearing one.” Trey kisses the center of my back, and Vinny comes up to me, holding a washcloth to clean me up.

  “Are you sure a baby is what you want?” I have to ask again to make sure we’re on the same page and that this is something they actually want, that it isn’t a heat of the moment kind of thing.

  I put my leggings back on, situating myself as best as possible on the edge of the bed, and fix my hair, waiting for them to respond.

  Vinny sits down beside me and wraps his arm around me. “I’ve always wanted to be a dad, so has Trey. We both know you’re the one for us. You are meant to be with us.” He cups my face gently. “Ultimately, the choice is yours. You’ll be the one carrying the baby, if you wanted that.”

  Wow, that’s more than I expected.

  I knew deep down the second I met them that they were meant for me. We just fit together in a way that I can’t even put into words.

  I take their hands. “I want a baby, but I wanted to make sure that is what you wanted too.” I smile and they both pull me into their arms, hugging me.

  We make our way back into the living room to check on Michaela, who is still fast asleep, “Do you think they’re okay in there?” Vinny asks, looking out of the window to their cottage.

  I join him at the window. “I think it’ll be hard for a long time, but someday it will hurt a little less and it’ll become more manageable. Look how far they’ve already come. They’re living the best they can and they’re thriving. They are so strong and have a will to fight. They left that life without a backwards glance, threw caution to wind. Not many would do that. They’re strong, just like you are.”

  I wrap my arms around him tightly, thinking about his words last night and the pain he suffered as a child. He carried on, he lived, and he is happy. He’s winning.

  I’ve never suffered a trauma like they have. I can’t fully fathom what they went through, but I have so much sympathy for survivors. They are truly the strongest people in the world.

  To suffer and come out still functioning is amazing to me.

  The door to the cottage opens and Vinny and I dart away from the window so we aren’t caught spying. We laugh loudly and plop on the couch next to Trey.

  Braelyn comes to the door and we wave her inside. She slips in and shuts it behind her.

  “Hi guys, mind if I sit?”

  “Of course.” I motion for her to sit on the couch in front of us. I take Vinny’s hand because he’s nervous.

  “I asked Lynn and Etta if it was okay to talk to you guys, so don’t worry about that,” she starts and sets her bag onto the floor.

  “Lynn and Etta have suffered a great amount. Both of the girls have CPTSD.” At our confused looks, she smiles gently. “Complex post-traumatic stress disorder is from repeated and prolonged abuse. Most of the time PTSD stems from a single event, but Complex is something that happens repeatedly over a period of a time.”

  Vinny tightens his hand in mine. “I offered medication, but they both want to try extensive therapy first and take medication if they really need it. I feel like daily therapy sessions will be needed for them, especially since they have just now escaped the abuse.”

  She looks sad for a moment. “They are incredibly strong. I’m kind of in awe of them. Vinny, I’m not sure if you know, but your father was their first abuser. It started with him before they can even remember.”

  Vinny jolts like he’s been shot. It must have never crossed his mind, but it’s clear to me, if he hurt Vinny, it’s a given that he hurt them too.

  “They have a long road ahead of them. I have my own office and have many therapists and psychiatrists working for me. I’m going to hand off most of my cases to my colleagues and concentrate on the girls, along with the other girls you’ll be finding in the next couple of weeks. I’ve worked with the MCs for many years. I know things and I’ve signed an NDA, so don't worry about that,” she tells us, and I let out a deep breath of relief that she can be trusted.

  “They need to be seen by a gynecologist, and a thorough checkup will be needed. I want to be there for that, and, Lani, I assume you want to be with them?” I nod, and she smiles sweetly.

  “I’ll meet you at the clinic?” she asks, and we all nod. I think we’re just shell shocked, honestly.

  We knew the girls suffered, but the thought of it starting way before they got married sadly never crossed my mind.

  I know Vinny is hurting because of it. “We better get Michaela checked too. She’s probably never seen a doctor,” Trey suggests.

  “I agree.”

  The girls appear at the door in leggings and sweatshirts, with Lynn carrying a diaper bag. They come inside and sit down on the couch in front of us after Braelyn leaves.

  “How are you feeling?” I ask them.

  “I honestly feel better, unloading everything. Speaking the things you held inside for so long is so empowering, but it also makes it so real. I have hope and I know it’s okay to feel what I feel. I can move at my own pace,” Etta tells us.

  My heart swells at how strong this beautiful girl is. “Wow, you’re so amazing. I’m in awe of both of you!” I walk over and start to hug them but stop in case they’re not okay with that.

  Lynn laughs and tugs me down, hugging me. “Thank you for taking care of us,” she whispers in my ear, and I hug her a little tighter.

  Even if Vinny and Trey didn’t agree with me taking them, I would have done it all on my own. Someway, somehow, I would have made it happen.

  “I will always take care of you guys, always,” I tell them honestly. I hug Etta and wipe away her tears. “Are you guys ready to go?”

  “Want me to take Michaela to the park while you guys are there?” Trey offers, and he reaches inside of the playpen, waking her up.

  I sigh internally at the sight of them together. Michaela cries when he lifts her up but immediately settles the second she’s lying against his chest. He rubs her back, rocking side to side.

  “That’s fine with me. I don't want her to sit for hours in the doctor’s office.”

  * * *

  The ride to the clinic is a gloomy one. While Vinny sits in the waiting room, Braelyn and I are going room to room to make sure the girls have the support they need.


  This is the first time in their life they’ve ever been to the doctor, and Lynn had her baby at home, so she’s being checked thoroughly.

  As the female doctor finishes examining Etta, the young girl grips my hand hard and I can see the sweat pouring off of her face.

  It breaks my heart that she is so uncomfortable. The doctor covers her with a sheet and helps Etta sit up.

  She sits down in her chair. “Everything looks okay. I don't see any kind of damage that time won’t heal. You need to heal from the last sexual assault, but I would like to see you again in six weeks so I can check you again, after you have time to heal.”

  Braelyn had to leave because Lynn had a major panic attack once her examination started, so the doctor stopped and Braelyn is trying to calm her down before she goes back to see her.

  Etta is so strong. I know it was hard for her, but this is something that had to be done. The doctor leaves and I stand outside of the curtain while Etta gets dressed.

  “Lani? Can I ask you something?” Etta asks from behind the curtain.

  “Anything.”

  “Does sex always hurt? I never wanted it and I’m scared of it, but I thought the pain was normal. We were taught that women weren’t meant to feel pleasure and that it’s only meant for our husbands to keep him happy.”

  She moves from behind the curtain and sits down in the chair beside me. “No, it doesn’t always hurt. The first time hurts usually, but then after that it doesn’t. Sex feels really great when you don't have a selfish partner.” I take her hand, “One day, if that’s your choice, a man will come along and you will experience something completely different. You’ll feel new, exciting, wonderful things.”

  “Do you have that with my brother and Trey?”

  I smile. “I do, they take very good care of me. A man can take care of you on so many levels. Physically, mentally, sexually and emotionally.”

  She smiles. “I do hope that one day I have that, but right now I just want to be better mentally. I’m scared of men. I think I always will be like that, but one day I know in my heart that someone will come along and put those fears to rest.”