by Krista Wolf
Somewhere downstairs, we heard a door slam. We stopped kissing just long enough to look at each other.
“Ryan’s home,” I said, matter-of-factly.
Sammara grinned back at me mischievously. She raised one eyebrow.
“Want me to get him?” I laughed.
She bit her lip as if considering the question, but we both knew better than that.
“Please.”
Three
RYAN
I found her upstairs in bed, exactly where Kyle said she was. As always, Sammara’s room was warm, soft, and inviting. Especially with her in it.
“Hey honey..”
She opened her arms as she smiled the words. It was the best end to any day, but especially a long, hard one.
“Come to me.”
Slowly I peeled off the rest of my rain-soaked clothes. Her lithe body was gloriously naked, stretched out across her soft down comforter and glistening in the dim light. I could smell oil. Candles. The soft sounds of music somewhere nearby, drowned out almost completely by the patter of rain.
In less than a minute I was naked, falling into her arms. Her body opened for me. Her legs spread wide…
“Oh… you’re so cold!”
I really was. Cold and still wet with the rain. Sammara slicked my hair back as she kissed the water away from my face. Her lips traveled my cheeks, my jaw, the tip of my nose, before finally settling over my own in a long, hot, passionate kiss.
“God, I missed you today.”
The words were mine this time. They came out of my mouth. Three years ago I couldn’t have dreamed of ever saying them… not to any woman, much less one I actually shared with my three brothers-in-war.
But now I was glad to. Thrilled, in fact. When Kyle and Dakota had first brought up sharing the same girlfriend, I’d wrinkled my nose at the idea. That they’d done it before didn’t make it any less weird for me.
But right here… right now…
“Ohhhhh…”
I sank into her, spreading her thighs even further apart with the weight of my body. Sammara felt like warm, melted butter. It was crazy how turned on it got me, knowing she’d already been taken by Kyle.
“I missed you too baby,” she purred, nibbling at my ear. A shockwave of pleasure bolted down my body. She knew what I liked, what I loved. Though she had four eager lovers to keep track of, she still never forgot it.
We rocked slowly, our bodies melding together. She was so warm! So beautiful and perfect and pretty…
And now she’s your fiancé too, I reminded myself. You’re going to marry her…
Again, it was crazy — the most insane of all ideas in the world. But with Sammara, it worked. She was strong, independent, powerful. But she was also sweet and loving and caring. So thoughtful and amazing, that all these years later not one of us could even imagine our lives before her.
I’d thought about it over and over, and I’d come to the same conclusion each time: it had to be her. The arrangement might never have worked with anyone else, no matter who answered our ad, no matter how many times we might’ve tried. Because when it came down to what the four of us wanted and desired… what we actually needed from a woman?
Sammara was the perfect storm.
“Oh… Shit yes…”
I nuzzled into her neck as she hooked her ankles behind by my back, driving me in deeper. I could tell she wasn’t letting go. That we wouldn’t be switching positions, or taking our time, or anything like that.
No, I could tell she needed this. Even though I was certain Kyle had given her everything he had, it was obvious Sammara needed even more.
It was one of the hottest things about her.
“Drive it in…” she whispered into my ear. “God… FUCK!”
There was an urgency in her voice. Almost a frustration. She bucked forward while pulling back with her legs. Damn she had strong thighs.
“Put it all the way inside me Ryan,” she cooed. “I need it…”
I went harder, if not necessarily faster. Sliding my arms around her body, I crushed her against me while letting my weight do the rest.
“That’s it,” she gasped. “Ohhhh… yeah. Dig me out!”
Every word brought me closer to the edge. I couldn’t last like this. Not with her body writhing beneath me, whispering deliciously filthy things. Not with the smell of her, the feel of her. The combination of her heat, her wetness, the oil…
“I— I can…”
She was delirious now. Almost manic.
“I… I can feel you all the way at the bottom…”
Her head lolled back, and all I could see was the whites of her eyes. Then it felt it; the spasms around me. The hard, rapid contractions of her innermost muscles as she came all over my cock, her fingernails digging painfully into the flesh of my ass.
“Oh GOD oh GOD oh GODDDDDDD…”
I lost it halfway through, shooting deeper inside her than ever before. Sammara’s hands were like talons, gripping me tightly. Digging in like she was trying to force my whole body inside her, spreading her legs so wide I could hear the crack of her hips.
FUCKKKK…
My world disappeared, and for a good half minute I was lost in the searing white purity of my own climax. I couldn’t see. Couldn’t hear. It felt like my very soul was exiting my body, rushing outward like an ebbing tide. Traveling through the strong, raging erection I had planted between my girlfriend’s beautiful legs… and nothing but undiluted pleasure came flowing back in.
When I looked up again Kyle was on the bed, holding her in his arms, keeping her steady while she recovered. His gaze met mine, and after a quick smirk of approval he tossed me a towel.
“You’re bleeding.”
Shit, I was. Both sides of my ass had been scratched by Sammara’s nails. Twisting at the waist, I could see ten sharp indentations in the flesh of my rear end.
“That’s it,” I said, only partly joking. “No more pointed-nail manicures for you.”
Sammara’s chest rose and fell with long, deep breaths, still lost in her own euphoria. She half-nodded, half-smiled as I pulled out of her.
“Wow…”
The entire area between her legs was a sopping wet mess. A pear-shaped drop of my creamy white seed formed a pearlescent button inside her.
Absently I stared at it, fixating on it. Wondering if—
“Thank you,” she finally breathed. “The both of you.” She smiled warmly. “I needed my boys today. More than I even realized.”
I slid up alongside her, enjoying the welcome warmth of her body. Staring down into her eyes as she lay glistening in the candlelight, stretched out between us.
That’s when I noticed it. A lone teardrop… streaming down one pink cheek.
“Sammara!” I gasped. “What’s wrong?”
Kyle bolted upright. Apparently he noticed it too.
Then we were holding her, cradling her against us… as both hands went to her face and she began sobbing uncontrollably.
Four
SAMMARA
“Sammara what is it?”
Kyle’s voice was fraught with concern. I could feel their hands on me, consoling me, pulling me against them as I continued sobbing. But the dam had already been broken. I couldn’t stop.
“Tell us, please! What’s did we do to—”
“It’s not you,” I bawled. “It’s me. It’s all me.”
I struggled to sit up, clutching the sheets around me. Putting my back against the headboard, I stared at them through glassy eyes. I hadn’t wanted to do this… not now. Not like this.
But it had be done.
“It’s been six months,” I sniffed. “Six months since Bora Bora.”
They stared back at me silently, their expressions confused. They still didn’t get it. Not yet, anyway.
“Six months since our… arrangement.”
Ryan was still baffled, still searching his mind for the answer. But looking at Kyle’s face I could tell he understood.
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br /> “Sammara… that doesn’t mean—”
“What if it does!” I cried. “What if—”
“Six months is nothing!” he said, and even I could tell he was lying. “It… it doesn’t mean…”
“You’re worried about getting pregnant.”
The words tumbled out of Ryan’s mouth. They were so blunt, so matter of fact, they really hit home.
“Yes.”
It had been a deal we’d made, the five of us together. An arrangement at the end of the most beautiful ten days of my whole life. We’d spent our time in Bora Bora laughing, playing — enjoying activities and exploring the most incredible places on earth. It was paradise. Beyond paradise really, because I was sharing it with the four most important people in my entire world.
And of course, it had been ten straight days of ceaseless, limitless sex. Ten days of being taken and plundered and cherished. Ten days of being sexually worshiped like some divine goddess; four gorgeous Army Rangers at my beck and call, waiting on their new fiancé hand and foot… and other parts as well.
I’d been so fulfilled — and so filled — we’d joked that my birth control couldn’t possibly keep up with it all. And that conversation had led to the next one: aside from marriage, which we were all happily looking forward to… what about kids as well?
All four of my sexy soldiers wanted children by me. Strong, capable sons. Beautiful, independent daughters. And I wanted more than anything in the world to give them to them! So much so, that I didn’t even want to wait…
“Why wait for the wedding?” I’d quipped. “How about I just go off the pill right now, and we let the chips fall where they may?”
Unbelievably, all four of them had resoundingly said yes. And they weren’t just agreeing to agree, either. They were actually thrilled with the idea! Enthusiastic about starting a family!
It was the culmination of the most relaxing, loving, wonderful time in any of our lives. Reluctantly we left the turquoise blue waters of Bora Bora behind… only to start an exciting new chapter together.
I went off the pill right away. And yes, I have to admit I enjoyed the guys’ competitive sides too. Each one bragged they’d be the first to ‘knock me up’, boasting that they had the strongest seed, the best ‘swimmers’, the deepest technique. It was fun, watching them go at it. And even more fun, watching them go at me.
And if I thought Bora Bora was exhausting? The weeks that followed our return was non-stop sex. Kyle, Dakota, and Jason — taking me at will throughout the day. Doing me anywhere and everywhere around our beautifully-restored home, each trying to outdo the other. Each trying to be ‘the one’.
Ryan’s time came mostly in the wee hours of the morning, after returning home from work. He’d slip into my bed and pull my panties to the side — provided I was even wearing any — and have sleepy, dreamy sex with me until the orange light of dawn finally cracked the sky.
During the first few weeks I was always wet, constantly filled with my lovers’ relentless attempts at impregnating me. On my end, I was just as eager as I was accessible. Just as enthusiastic about carrying their children as I was about getting a never-ending flood of toe-curling, pillow-clenching, orgasmic sex.
A month went by. Two months… then three. They still joked about who’d father a child first, but their jokes became less and less frequent. All four of them were still home. Any of them could be called away or deployed at any time, yet they were still around, still enjoying me every bit as much as I was enjoying them.
Only I wasn’t getting pregnant. And certainly not for lack of trying.
By the fourth and fifth month, I was starting to worry. There was no good reason I could think of why I shouldn’t already be with child. There wasn’t anything wrong in my family history — at least not as far as I could tell. What little I knew of my mother and father didn’t include much in the way of medical knowledge. And since the car crash, at the age of nine…
I cried for the first time a month ago. Mostly because I was nervous, but also because I was missing my mom. I hadn’t cried about her in years, actually. Though my eyes did tear up whenever I pulled out the journal Ryan had lovingly given me. The one he’d had specifically made so I could write down my memories…
“Sammara…”
Kyle’s voice drew me back to the present, back to the matter at hand. I was still crying uncontrollably. Still sitting up in bed, only now I felt cold and lonely despite having them on either side of me.
“Here,” said Ryan. He handed me my comfy sweat-clothes. “You’re shivering.”
We all got dressed. It made me feel a little better, less vulnerable. Less—
“Listen,” Ryan began, sitting back down. “I want you to know that—”
“What if I can’t get pregnant?” I blurted.
Both men shook their heads at the same time. As if the idea were instantly preposterous.
“Sammara, that’s not going to happen.”
“But how do you know?” I demanded. My words were followed by an uncharacteristic silence. “You don’t know, do you? And that’s just it. Nobody knows! You’re saying whatever it is you think I want to hear.”
“I know that you’re healthy,” said Ryan. “And that those amazing hips are built for a lot of things, children being one of them.”
I dried my tears with one corner of the comforter. My eyes were puffy. My head was reeling.
“And I know you’ll be an amazing mother,” added Kyle. “And that—”
“What if you’re both wrong?”
An uncomfortable silence settled over the room. All of a sudden the pattering of the raindrops seemed more intrusive than soothing.
“You’ve all been trying to get me pregnant for six months now,” I said miserably. “And not just trying, but damn near filling me to overflowing!” My face went sour. “I’ll bet no woman in the world has been this thorough. Who needs an ovulation calendar when you’ve got four boyfriends who—”
“Four fiancés,” Kyle corrected. “Four future husbands who are going to love you regardless, no matter what.”
“Even if I can’t carry children?” I countered. “Are all four of you willing to miss out on that?”
They each took one of my hands and squeezed it. “There are ways around everything,” said Ryan. “But yes, we’d love you no matter what.”
“No matter what, Sammara,” Kyle repeated sternly. “And we mean it.”
I sniffed again, and one of them handed me a tissue. I had no idea where they’d even gotten it from.
“Look, I’m not even going to begin to speculate,” Kyle went on, “but I will say this: when it comes to work you’ve been pretty stressed.”
I nodded glumly. “That’s what Melissa said.”
“And she’s right,” Kyle went on. “You’ve been spreading yourself too thin, what with all the staging and renovations and potential new construction. You’ve been jumping from bank to bank. Worrying about securing loans, when you really don’t have to.”
“Yes I do.”
He sighed heavily. “Sammara, we’re a family. I wish you’d just let us fund you. We have more than enough money put together, and—”
“And I told you a million times,” I cut in. “Either my business succeeds on its own, or it fails on its own. But it does either of those things on its own.”
I wasn’t trying to be mean. I was actually very appreciative of all the support they’d given me, especially when it came to starting me off. Universal Designs wouldn’t even exist if it hadn’t been for Ryan and Jason, who’d been there at a critical time I’d needed them most. At a time I didn’t even realize I’d needed them…
But money was where I drew the line. I wanted to make my own way, just as they’d made theirs. For me, the biggest danger was going bankrupt. It paled in comparison to the dangers they faced as Army Rangers, all four of them, every time they went out in the field…
“If you weren’t so stressed about the funding,” offered Kyl
e. “And if you hired another one or two people to help you…”
He let the words trail off. They knew how I felt, at least for now.
Thick fingers touched my face, caressing it lovingly. I turned and Ryan was holding my chin in his hand.
“Sammara listen,” he said gently. “If you’re really worried, let’s go see a doctor. We can get you tested, to ease your mind. We’ll even go with you.”
Kyle nodded immediately. I felt my shoulders relax.
“Really?” I sniffled.
“Really.”
The tears had stopped. I felt suddenly better, much more positive. Up until now, I’d been afraid to go. Afraid to really know the truth.
But with the two of them alongside me…
“Okay.”
Ryan smiled. Kyle squeezed my hand.
“We’ll get you all checked out and cleared for takeoff,” Ryan said with a rare grin. “I promise.”
“And when your results come back totally negative, and everything’s okay?” Kyle added cheerfully. “We’re all going out to celebrate.”
I let out a broken laugh. It all sounded so good. Too good.
“And then afterward we’ll bring you right back here,” he finished. “And practice our impregnation skills on you some more…”
On the other side of me, Ryan laughed. “As if I actually need practice,” he huffed.
“Oh I’ve seen your technique,” Kyle teased. “There’s definitely room in there for some improvement!”
They bantered back and forth a little more, partly to razz each other, partly to cheer me up. Thankful for the distraction, I let them. I already felt immeasurably better for having talked about it. A hundred pounds lighter for finally getting it off my chest.
“You’re sleeping with the both of us tonight,” said Kyle firmly. “Between us.”
My heart skipped a beat. It was a good skip.
“Okay.”
“Great, then it’s settled. Now let’s go do what we do best after attempting to knock you up.”
