Room One Hundred and Eleven (Bred By Billionaires)

CHAPTER 1

Carter

It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve done this, it only gets better. Something I’d never dreamed possible that night when Knox, Aiden, and I were Poppy’s firsts and made her ours.

Okay, fine. The night she made us hers.

And yet, every time I sink inside our beauty’s tight pussy, it’s just like coming home.

Especially because I have my two best friends right by my side.

There’s something magical about these nights when we breed her. When we triple-team her and stuff her so full of us and our seed that there’s no doubt about the claim we’ve staked or the fact that we’re ready and willing to give her every bit of us in return.

Poppy is gorgeous, natural without makeup and her hair up in some messy mom bun after hosting our Family Day party. I’ve seen her dressed up for galas and graduation from med school, dripping in jewels and designer gowns for fundraising events for her charity and date nights at world-exclusive restaurants.

Nothing beats this.

Her—plain and simple—in our bed.

Aiden and Knox peel her dress, cotton bra, and panties off to leave her exposed, naked, and ready for whatever we want to do to her, trusting that we’ll make it good for her too.

No, not just good.

The best.

“I hope you weren’t planning on sleeping tonight.” I crack my knuckles as I unbuckle my belt, still maintaining my habit of wearing suits. Aiden has long since gone to dad jeans and polos that are somehow just as hot to me. And Knox, well, if it weren’t for the kids, he’d probably be strutting around naked most of the time.

Not complaining about that either.

I’m lucky, and I know it. The most fortunate beast to ever find his happily ever after.

The key now is making sure my three partners—friends and lovers—never want for a single thing, fucking included.

Knox and Aiden take turns eating Poppy as if she’s more delicious than any of the five-star dinners we’ve taken her to. I sit at the top of the bed, her head in my lap as I watch them work. Only when she’s unraveled for us several times do I unleash my boys on her.

Knox first. He mounts her, riding her fast and hard, the excitement of what we’re about to do just as intoxicating as the first time, if not more now that our love has grown and deepened. We don’t need to talk, so used to each other that communicating is as effortless as breathing.

And so, when his hips start to become jerky in their thrusts, Aiden is already preparing for his turn. He holds Knox from behind, his comforting arms wrapped around the other man as he locks deep within our beauty.

He cries out her name as he spills inside her, his abs rippling in time to the waves of his climax.

Poppy is right there with him, milking every last drop from his balls.

Aiden would normally beg me to feast on her again, to devour the release his mate left behind, but not when we’re hoping for more. So instead, he assists Knox in rolling to the side then kneels between Poppy’s thighs, running the purple head of his cock over her sloppy pussy before asking, “Can I have her?”

“What do you think, beauty?” I trail my fingertip along the delicate gold chain that still decorates her throat. We’ve offered to upgrade it with something fancier, and far more expensive. Diamonds or gems or whatever she wants. But she refuses, sentimental about these links that have never broken and never will be.

“Please, Daddy.” She’s so pretty when she begs.

“Go ahead.” I nod to Aiden.

He’s not frantic like Knox and takes his time, bringing Poppy up all over again. Only when she’s moaning his name and writhing beneath us, her back arched and her hips moving in sync with his, does he throw his head back.

Knox fists his hair and crushes his mouth over Aiden’s, tipping him past the point of no return.

“That’s right.” I’m jerking my own cock now, unable to keep my hands off at their display. “When she falls, you fall with her.”

That’s enough to set Poppy off, and she wrings Aiden dry, greedily collecting every spurt he can launch into her.

Which makes it my turn.

I love having her last. Feeling my dick plunge into her heat, made even more slippery by my boys and their obsession with our beauty. This will never get old. I will never stop wanting them and this feeling that comes with bonding the four of us together.

They know it too.

Aiden is there, kissing my chest and skimming his teeth over my nipples as Knox licks my neck and mutters in my ear, “Fuck her so good, Daddy. Give her your load so we can knock her up again.”

But it’s her whimper at that possibility that does me in.

“You want it, beauty?” My teeth are clenched, making it sound like a growl.

“Yes, Daddy. All of it. Inside me. Please.” She’s panting, perspiration breaking out on her chest when Aiden reaches down to rub her clit in time to my thrusts.

I hunch over, pinning her hands over her head as I drill into her with short, fast jabs that set us both off. I roar as I shatter, my stare locked on hers.

The tiny upward curve of her lips drives me past civility when she realizes she’s got me right where she wants me, overflowing her with my ecstasy and triggering her own as I do.

Poppy comes around me, her orgasm seeming to go on forever.

She’s still trembling, occasionally spasming, as Aiden, Knox, and I surround her and each other, letting her absorb everything we’ve given her.

Little did we know then that our “just one more” would actually be two.

Our first set of twins.

Count on Aiden to remind us—nine months later—as he holds them both, rocking them gently after feeding them like the pro he is at it now. “You know, we’re back to an odd number. I guess that means we need one more…”

Knox laughs, but I don’t.

I’m up for the challenge.