Page 40 of Convincing the Heartbroken Beta

Epilogue

Sascha hung the rest of his, Brandon and Cam’s clothes in their bedroom closet. At last, they’d all come home to Denali Junction and Sascha and Cam had been busy unpacking and doing the laundry. Brandon was in the yard chopping more firewood before bringing in a stack of the older, more seasoned wood from the shed. They were beginning the new year in their own home and with their beautiful baby boy.

Even though his mates had made good on their promise to make sure one of them was with him around the clock, he hadn’t felt safe in the month since his ordeal. He hadn’t realized how attached he’d become to his Alpha’s home. Actually, his and Cam’s home too. Brandon reminded them of that all the time. Cam had been permanently transferred to Denali Junction, and was part of the perimeter patrol.

Sascha closed up the last suitcase then set it by the bedroom door with the others. Brandon had said he’d grab them then put them away in the downstairs guest room closet. He chewed on his thumbnail as he surveyed the room. The covers had already been pulled to the end of the bed, the house was nice and toasty, and Dimitri had gone down for his nap only fifteen minutes earlier. He’d be sound asleep for at least another hour, maybe two.

That should be plenty of time.

He padded over to the window then gazed down at Brandon, watching him repeatedly swing the axe over his head as he worked. Sascha licked his lips. Too bad it wasn’t summer, and he was doing the chore in a tight T-shirt. Or even better, no shirt at all.

The stairs creaked and turned in time to see Cam enter the room. “Brandon’s still working outside, so I’ll take these downstairs.” He reached for the handle of one of the suitcases. “Have you thought about what you want for dinner yet? Like I said, whatever you’re craving, I’ll get it for you.”

Sascha cleared his throat. “Actually, I’m craving something besides dinner.”

Cam furrowed his brow. “Okay, sure. What is it?”

“You and Brandon. The baby’s asleep, it’s been six weeks since I gave birth, and, well…” He tugged on the hem of the tee he’d donned after the shower he’d taken when they’d first gotten home. “It’s time for me to lose my virginity.”

Cam arched his eyebrows then his gaze darted to the unmade bed. “Holy shit. Let me tell Brandon to get the hell inside.”

He started for the window, but Sascha grabbed his arm before he could make it all the way there. Sascha knew Cam well enough by now that he was certain he’d been about to yell down at Brandon. He wasn’t chancing him waking up the baby after all his carefully laid plans.

“No loud noises. Dimitri’s asleep and I want it to stay that way.”

Cam gritted his teeth. “Ooh, right. Sorry. I’ll tiptoe down the stairs and get him.”

Sascha chuckled. “As long as you’re not charging down them, I think it’ll be fine.”

While Cam retrieved Brandon, Sascha tugged off his shirt and shimmied his way out of his jeans. Other than the long scar below his navel from the birth a few stretch marks and a slightly less than flat tummy, his body was mostly back to normal. They’d been getting each other off with their hands and mouths for the past few weeks, but he was ready for everything now.

Once he was fully nude, Sascha propped himself against the pillows to wait for his mates. He smiled when he thought of how considerate they’d both been after his difficult birth. They’d both insisted that they’d wait to do anything sexual until Sascha was ready again. He’d told them it wasn’t necessary, that they shouldn’t be deprived on his account, but they’d refused. Instead, every night they would snuggle together in bed, but nothing else.

“Well, that’s a beautiful sight.”

Brandon winked at him as he entered the room with Cam on his heels. Sascha loved how Brandon reassured him over and over that he was desirable.

Brandon yanked his T-shirt over his head then tossed it in the direction of the hamper. He squeezed Cam’s ass and panted a firm kiss on his forehead. “Sweetheart, get undressed and keep our mate company while I rinse off.”

Sascha pouted. “You don’t have to. I don’t know how long Dimitri will stay asleep.”

Brandon padded over then bent to give him a kiss before straightening. “Three minutes, tops. I don’t want your first time to be filled with the memory of a sweaty, smelly man.”

Sascha shrugged. “That doesn’t bother me.”

Cam climbed on the bed, having shed his clothes as well. “Me neither.”

Brandon chuckled. “Well, it’ll bother me.” His gaze darkened. “But I do have a request. When I return from the shower, I expect to see you both kissing and touching. Give me a show. One of my favorite things is watching you both together.”

Sascha wiggled on the bed. He’d noticed lately how slick he’d get when he became aroused. Asha had explained the whole process to him. The first time it had happened, he’d thought there was something wrong.

As Brandon made his way to the shower, he glanced over his shoulder. “I’ll also grab a condom while I’m in there.”

Cam regarded Sascha. “A condom?”

Sascha arched his eyebrows. “So I don’t get pregnant again, remember?”

Cam snorted. “I do now.” He frowned. “We never talked about more babies. I wish I was the one who could get pregnant. That way, if we ever decided to have another kid, you wouldn’t have to go through all that again.”