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by
Emily Rath
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April 21 - April 22, 2025
Holy fuck. He’s getting hard right here in the ice cream aisle. Thinking about Rachel with Mars is turning him on. Fuck, now I’m getting turned on thinking about him being turned on.
What can I say? If my guys can’t love trash panda Rachel, they certainly don’t deserve smoke show Rachel.
“He’s my best friend now. We live together, we work together, we fuck our wife together. I fold his damn underwear. Hell, we go on sunset beach walks together. But you’re my husband, Cay.”
“Mars is the guy I share my fries with. You’re the guy I share my soul with.”
“You know, I’m getting really fucking sick of your attitude. Mouth off me to me again, and I’ll show that mouth what it’s good for.”
Ilmari’s large hand grabs Jake roughly by the jaw, turning him. Then he’s leaning in, his blue eyes like fiery ice. “You’re mine,” he growls. Surprising the fuck out of all of us, he presses his lips to Jake’s mouth, kissing him.
Then Ilmari breaks his kiss with Jake, his hand already cupping the back of Caleb’s neck. Cay has no time to pull away before Ilmari is kissing him too.
Ilmari breaks the kiss and all three of them are panting. “You’re both mine,” he says. “Fight over me again, and I’ll tape your dicks together.”
“You want to take two cocks at once, baby,” he teases. “Want Jake and Mars to fill this perfect fucking pussy?” “Yes,” I whimper. “Want them to fill you so fucking tight?” “Yes—” “They’re going to make a mess of you. Our perfect good whore, so desperate for our cum. You’ll take it all, won’t you?”
Just wait till Jake is pounding you both. You better cum all over his dick, Mars. And when you’re done, I’m licking you clean. No other man wears my husband’s cum unless I get a taste. That’s the rule.
“Take it, baby. Get your mouth on that dick and tell me how good I taste.”
“We will make mistakes,” he replies solemnly. “But between the four of us, this child will know nothing but love. May it have your courage and Caleb’s strength, Jake’s unwavering kindness—” “And your patience,” I add,
“There’s too many people,” I reason. “And the aisles are too narrow. And last time that ruffian slammed his cart into your ankle.” My mind floods with the memory of her crying out in pain. She dropped her soda on the floor and we had to find a staff member to go get a mop. She laughs, waving me off. “Yeah, that hurt like a bitch. But that was one time. I very much doubt that kid will be there again. And if he is, I’ll let you punch him in the head, okay?”
“You don’t play fair.” “I have three super competitive husbands,” she replies with a shrug. “I play to win.
“I love you. Even when you manipulate me with your feminine wiles. Especially then,”
“My wife is not having our baby in an IKEA!” Jake shouts. “So everybody get the fuck outta the way!”
we all know I was kidding about the Flörp thing, right? Mars, if this is your baby, please don’t name him Flörp, okay?” I smile, glancing over my shoulder at him. “No promises.” “Fuck.”
“Y’all goin’ for three in three?” “Hell no,” I murmur, shifting back against my pillows. “The Price Pussy Palace is closed for renovations. You realize I’ve been pregnant for two years straight, right?”
“Jake makes me happy,” he says at last. “Rachel makes me feel whole,” he adds. “But you make me feel safe.”
“I feel it every day,” Ilmari goes on, glancing down at the baby. “I see it. I know it to be true. But…will you say it now?” He looks up, holding Caleb’s gaze again. “Will you take this son I name for you, and say it?” He leans forward, holding the baby out to Caleb. A silent tear slips down my cheek as I watch them. “Please,” Ilmari murmurs. Hearing that word, Caleb breaks, his own tears falling. He leans forward in his chair over the baby, gripping Ilmari’s bearded face with both hands. “Of course, I’ll fucking say it.” Then he’s kissing Ilmari’s temple, his forehead. “I love you, Mars.
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“You make Mars feel whole, but you make me feel seen. You see me, baby. And I pray to god you never look away.”
“More than my own life,” he intones. “All of you. The five of you. I love you more than my own life.”
anything. I know I’m adding a dollar to the swear jar. At this point, they should just rename the damn thing the ‘Caleb Jar.’ It’s not fair though because Mars swears in Finnish all the time and we just don’t know so it doesn’t count. Stupid double standards.
My best friend, my husband, starting defenseman and captain of an NHL team. It still doesn’t feel real sometimes. My wife works the bench while my husband skates…oh, and my other husband stands at my side soothing one of my babies.
And I crave that man like I crave air. My husband. My lover. My fucking soul mate. Well…one of them.
“You’re a terrible influence, you know,” I tease. “And this is way worse than a little swearing. You’re about to be complicit in a crime.” He raises a brow at me. “Are you planning to rob a concession stand?” “More like defile one,” I reply. He just laughs.
Daddy Cay is done wrangling pacifiers and holding babies tonight. My big time NHL superstar is gonna drop to his knees and make me feel like a whole other kind of daddy.
With that, my wife kisses my cheek and saunters off, perfectly comfortable in the knowledge that I’m planning to go corner and fuck our husband. Yeah, that woman was made for me. I’ll remind her why tonight. But right now is all about Jake. Mr. King of the Ice.
“Say you love me. Say you need me like I need you. I need you like fucking air, Cay.”
“I love you, Jake. You’re mine. All fucking mine. My rock and my love, the beating heart of this family. You’re the axis that makes our world spin. Be with me forever. Be mine. Jake,
“Can’t you just give me this? One time. One tiny little time, I wanna hear you call me King of the Ice and mean it.” “You’re King of the Ice Cream,” I reply with a smirk. “Yes—wait—seriously? Ice cream?” His smile turns into a frown.
“Oh god,” Jake says with a snort. “Can you imagine Cay with a girl?” He grins at me. “Shit, I bet you any money it’s yours. It’s gotta be. Three for three. We each get a baby, and yours will be a moody, gorgeous, potty-mouthed girl.”
