Chapter Eighteen
Daisy snuggled into her pillows with a sleepy smile, then realized that something was missing. There was no warm body curled against her back, no firm chest beneath her cheek. This was the first time that she remembered waking up alone since their first night together.
Her eyes popped open only to see a daylight glow illuminating the curtains. Had she slept all night? Why hadn’t Brian cried? He had never gone more than four hours without demanding to be fed. An irrational panic filled her as she struggled out of the covers only to have the curtain open and see Bill smiling down at her.
“I guess you’re awake. We hoped you would sleep a little longer.”
“Where’s Brian? Doesn’t he need to be fed?”
He laughed and pulled the curtain back further. Jonah was sitting in the big chair by the window, cradling their son with a bemused look on his face. His bare chest, the baby’s face, and most of the chair were covered with milk, but Brian was gurgling happily.
“What on earth happened?”
“Nothing,” Jonah grunted. “I fed the baby.”
“It looks like you fed the chair more than you fed our son.”
Bill laughed again. “We decided it was time to see if we could take on more of the parenting duties.”
At their suggestion, she had been expressing milk for the past week, but they had been unable to rig up a bottle that Brian would take.
“You made a bottle?”
“Not a very successful one, but it got the job done.”
“I’m not sure I agree,” she said dryly as she went to check on the baby. As soon as he heard her voice, he started to wave his chubby little arms and legs, bobbling his head around in an attempt to find her. “Come here, sweetie.”
As soon as she picked him up, he started rooting at her breasts and Jonah sighed.
“Maybe it didn’t work as well as I thought.”
“You kept him quiet long enough for me to get a nice long sleep. I count it a success.”
When she opened her gown and put Brian to her breast, he suckled happily but not as ravenously as usual. He lost interest quickly, drifting off to sleep in her arms. She settled him in his bassinet and returned to sit on the couch, looking up to find both men watching her, their eyes fixed on her still exposed breasts. A stray drop trickled from one rosy peak and Jonah licked his lips. Her body responded, a pleasant ache beginning between her legs. It had been far too long.
“What’s the date?” she asked.
Jonah frowned. “Why?”
“Because if I calculated correctly, it’s exactly five weeks.”
The heat flared in both men’s eyes. She had tried to tell them that a month was long enough to wait but Jonah had insisted on an additional week to make sure she had completely recovered. In truth, she had been too tired to think much about sex, but after the first long sleep she had since the baby was born, her body’s desires were making themselves known.
Jonah hesitated. “Have to take a shower.”
“Then hurry up, or we’ll start without you.”
He disappeared immediately, and she laughed and turned to Bill. For once, he wasn’t smiling. His eyes were fixed on her with almost painful intensity and she beckoned him closer until he was standing in front of her. She tugged on his shirt and trailed her fingers lightly along the edge of his pants, feeling the tension in the taut muscles. He snatched his shirt over his head, revealing his lean, sculpted body, and she hummed happily as she freed his erection.
Perfect. Long and hard with a drop of precum already glistening on the swollen head.
She curved her fingers slightly around his shaft, holding him in place as she tasted the shining drop. He groaned and buried his hand in her hair. She lapped delicately at the heated flesh, teasing him. Even though his hand tightened, he didn’t try and urge her on. He liked to draw out the pleasure.
A big hand tugged her away and Jonah was there, his massive body looming over her and his massive cock thrusting impatiently at her mouth. Jonah didn’t tease; he demanded, and as soon as she opened for him, he plunged deep. Her eyes watered as he reached the back of her throat, but she sucked greedily when he attempted to withdraw.
“Careful, baby,” he warned, but he stopped trying to pull away.
He was so big that her jaw ached but she loved this, loved feeling him tremble at her touch, loved knowing that this mountain of a man was helpless before her.
“My turn.” Bill shoved lightly on Jonah’s hip and Jonah let him push him aside. He kept his hand in her hair, urging her to take more of his partner, until Bill was groaning in protest. “Too fast.”
“No such thing,” Jonah growled but Bill pulled away.
“I want her pussy first.”
Jonah picked her up and spun her around as he sat down so that she was sitting on his lap facing away from him. Big fingers probed between her legs, delicate despite their size. He growled again as he slid a thick digit into her tight entrance. She could feel her wetness easing the way but he still felt impossibly large.
“Fuck, she’s tight. Take it slow,” he ordered.
“That’s my specialty,” Bill teased, his eyes bright with heat as they focused between her legs.
Did she look different? Had the baby changed her? A momentary flash of uncertainty was forgotten at his tortured groan. He fisted his long shaft in one hand and delicately traced it along her slit, sliding through her wetness and pressing lightly against her clit, sending a shudder of desire through her body.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Gently,” Jonah growled, even as he spread her legs further apart, opening her for Bill.
The head of Bill’s cock pressed against her but even as wet as she was, her body resisted. His teeth were clenched, his face a mask of what looked like pain as he slowly, so slowly, pushed inside her. She gasped, her hands flying out to clutch at Jonah’s arms where they surrounded her. He was breathing hard too, almost as hard as Bill, his eyes fixed on her pussy as it stretched around the other man’s shaft, but his hands were gentle on her thighs.
“All right, baby?”
She squirmed against his hands, adjusting to the intrusion as the stretching sensation rapidly turned to pleasure. Her hips flexed involuntarily and another inch slid into her. Jonah’s thumb stroked across the swollen pearl of her clit and her hesitation vanished. Her legs came up to encircle Bill’s hips, warm flesh on one side, cool metal on the other, as she tried to tug him closer, but he refused to yield to her impatience, instead making almost imperceptible advances so that she felt each thick inch as he slowly forced his way inside. They were both shaking by the time he had buried himself completely, Jonah’s big hands holding her thighs steady.
Bill leaned forward and kissed her, his hungry mouth at odds with his slow, meticulous withdrawal. Jonah left one hand on her thigh, his thumb still teasing her, as he brought his other hand up to cover her breasts, clamping down on her nipple with a firmness that sent an electric spark to the center of her desire. She felt her pussy flutter and suddenly Bill’s restraint was gone. He plunged forward, thrusting into her with mindless desperation. His hands were on her hips now, holding her in position for his thrusts as Jonah worked both breasts, squeezing and tugging with an almost painful pressure that only sent her soaring higher. Her climax roared through her, her channel convulsing helplessly, and a second later Bill cried out against her mouth as he bucked inside her, filling her with waves of heat.
She clung to him, to them, gasping for breath, but before she had a chance to recover, Jonah yanked her away from Bill, spun her around, and pulled her down hard over his cock as he too exploded. Even after taking Bill, Jonah’s massive girth forced her open, a hot iron bar that sent her shuddering into another climax.
She collapsed against his chest, still shaking, and felt Bill’s head against her back, his arms sliding around her waist as Jonah held them both. When she finally raised her head, she smi
led at him, reaching back to hold Bill in place when he started to pull away.
“Brian’s usually good for a two-hour nap after his morning feeding. Are you up to another round?”
Jonah’s cock had barely diminished and at her words, she felt him thicken, felt him begin a low vibration deep inside her. Bill gently pulled her backwards until she was lying on Jonah’s knees, leaving her exposed to both their gazes. She could feel his hardness against her back.
“I think that’s a yes.” She laughed breathlessly, and then there was no more time for conversation.
Bill slipped quietly out of bed, leaving Daisy sleeping. We sure succeeded in wearing her out, he thought as he looked down at her flushed cheeks and swollen red mouth, her nipples equally red and swollen as they peeked out above the covers. Despite feeling a twinge of guilt, he wanted her again. He forced himself to turn away.
Brian was still sleeping peacefully, but he was no longer in his bassinet. Instead, Jonah had him tucked against his chest as he stared out the window of their home. Bill knew him too well not to recognize that something was wrong.
“What’s bothering you, Sarge?”
“I’m not a real doctor.”
“What are you talking about? You saved my life—”
“Not your leg,” he muttered, but Bill ignored him.
“You saved Kami’s life and you delivered a perfect, healthy baby.”
Jonah grunted noncommittally.
“I suspect you have something in mind. Why don’t you just spit it out?”
“Think we should go to town. Have Daisy and Brian checked out by a real doctor.”
“I don’t think it’s necessary, but if it makes you feel better…” He shrugged. “We could always use some more supplies.”
Jonah was still staring out the window, gently stroking the baby’s head.
“Not sure how to take him,” he admitted.
Bill grinned. “I got you, Sarge.”
He went to his former bedroom and retrieved the project he’d been working on whenever he had any free time.
“This should work,” he announced proudly.
Jonah raised an eyebrow. “That a chicken carrier?”
“Well, it started off that way,” he admitted. “But it’s perfect. It’s already designed to provide oxygen and it has plenty of space. I cushioned the sides and made sure that there wasn’t anything sharp that could injure him.”
“Very ingenious, Billy.” His lips quirked. “I wonder if Daisy will see it the same way.”
“See what the same way?” Daisy yawned as she joined them, looking tumbled and sleepy and completely fuckable. “Oh! It’s a baby carrier. That’s a wonderful idea. However did you get one?”
“I made it.”
He waited for her to ask how he had done it, but she was too busy cooing over the soft lining. Jonah started to open his mouth and he kicked him. The Sarge grunted, and when Daisy frowned at the pair of them, he met her gaze with limpid innocence.
“I suspect there’s something you’re not telling me but I’m not going to ask. Do you think we could go visit Sam and Addie now? You’ve told me so much about them. I can’t wait to meet them and Kami.”
“Yeah,” Jonah agreed, then passed the baby to Bill. “But I want to go further—I think we should go to town.”
They were both prepared for her to protest, but to his surprise, she actually nodded.
“You said there was a doctor there, didn’t you? I think I would like to have him examined. He seems to be doing everything that he should, but he’s very small. It’s probably a good idea to get another opinion.”
“Won’t be able to keep it a secret,” Jonah warned.
Daisy bit her lip. “His health is more important than my fears.”
Jonah’s warning reminded him of something else.
“Maybe I should stay here,” he said slowly.
Both of them stared at him.
“Why?” Jonah frowned.
“This isn’t exactly a conventional arrangement.”
“I don’t care about that,” Daisy said fiercely. “You’re my husbands, and I’m not ashamed of either one of you.”
“Partners, Billy,” Jonah said gruffly as he clasped his shoulder. “In everything. Remember?”
His unease vanished, replaced by a glow of warmth as he smiled at his mates. “Then I guess we’re all going to town.”
Chapter Nineteen
Despite her brave words, Daisy felt more anxious by the second as they started across the plain in the big rover. The visit to Sam and Addie had been a huge success—so much so that they had ended up spending the night. She had initially been intimidated by the pretty blonde’s laboratory and her scientific background, but the other woman was so warm and welcoming that she soon forgot her nerves.
Sam, too, was intimidating at first glance, with his face a stern mask and eyes that seemed to see every mistake she had ever made. But when he smiled at his wife or picked up his daughter, his face transformed, and she was soon equally comfortable with him.
Kami, their young daughter, was completely adorable, treating Jonah like a beloved uncle, and obviously fascinated by Bill. But Brian had been the big hit for her. Kami had hung over him intently, insisted on holding him, and generally acted like a doting big sister. She had quickly informed Sam that a baby brother would be just fine and wasn’t it time yet? Sam had laughed and Addie turned a delightful shade of pink, but Daisy noticed that her hand had gone to her stomach as she smiled at her husband. Was there another baby on the way? She didn’t pry but resolved to check with her new friend once they returned from town. They would be stopping by on their return to pick up the chickens.
“All right, baby?” Jonah said softly.
“A little nervous,” she admitted.
“About the doctor’s visit?”
She gave him a shaky grin. “That’s part of it. He seems so healthy, but he’s so small. What if something is wrong?”
“This is just a precaution.” He put his arm around her and drew her into the protection of his big body. “What’s the other part?”
“I guess I still worry about Richard, even though I know it’s foolish.”
He was silent for a moment, staring out the window.
“I don’t think we can keep this visit completely secret, but we can try to be as discreet as possible.” He hesitated. “But you might not like what I have in mind.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Could take you to Cherry’s.”
Bill was driving but he spun around to give Jonah an incredulous look. “You want to take our wife to a brothel?”
“No,” Jonah growled. “Want to take her to see Cherry. You know the doctor checks the girls regularly. No one will think twice about seeing him there.”
“That may not be such a bad idea.” Bill grinned at her. “Cherry won’t let you get nervous.”
“I’m not sure I want to meet your friend,” she snapped, unexpected jealousy gnawing at her.
Jonah pulled her closer. “I told you—she’s just a friend. You’re my wife. There’s no comparison. But she is trustworthy.” He gave her a sidelong look. “And I think you’ll like her.”
She sighed but nodded. It would make her feel better to keep everything as clandestine as possible.
When Cherry opened the door for them a few hours later, Daisy immediately regretted agreeing to Jonah’s scheme. The other woman was stunningly attractive, with a voluptuous body, silvery blonde curls arranged in an elegant updo, and a perfectly made-up face. She was wearing a clinging gown of shimmering silver and she looked like a movie star. Daisy felt small, young, and plain. It didn’t help that Brian had spit up all over her shoulder.
The last hour of the drive had been miserable. Brian started fussing and couldn’t be consoled by anything. Daisy had been too preoccupied with his misery to pay much attention to New Arcadia, other than getting a brief impression of a wide dirt street and a motley assortment of buil
dings under a big dome. Other than one gleaming white building, everything was covered in orange dust. Jonah had wrapped her and the baby in her big coat, then whisked them down the main street and behind a gaudily painted building to a small prefab. The fact that he so clearly knew his way to the woman’s private quarters didn’t escape her notice.
Nor did the delighted smile that crossed the other woman’s face when she saw Jonah. Before Daisy could suggest that the visit probably wasn’t a good idea after all, Jonah spoke.
“Cherry, this is our wife, Daisy. We were wondering—”
Cherry raised an eyebrow, but then she saw Brian and her face softened, her eyes turning misty. “A baby here on Mars? Oh, please, may I hold him?”
She was already reaching for him and Daisy reluctantly passed him over. “Be careful. The ride seems to have upset his—”
As she spoke, Brian spit up again, all over the other woman’s beautiful dress. Daisy gasped in dismay, but Cherry didn’t even flinch, snuggling the baby closer.
“He’s a little angel.”
“A messy little angel. I’m so sorry about your dress.”
Cherry waved it off with a grin. “Believe me, I’ve had much worse. But let’s get this little one cleaned up.” Surprisingly sharp blue eyes studied Daisy’s face. “And you too, if you’d like a chance to change.”
Seeming to take Daisy’s agreement for granted, she headed for the back of the house and Daisy trailed along behind her with a helpless look over her shoulder. Jonah nodded reassuringly at her as he led Bill into a sitting room. His familiarity with the place also didn’t escape her notice.
“Make yourselves at home, boys,” Cherry called as she led Daisy through a surprisingly restrained bedroom.
Given the woman’s elaborate outfit, she had expected something more extravagant than a simple white room with plain white furniture. The only signs of luxury were the number of pillows piled on the bed and the soft carpeting beneath her feet. The bathroom, on the other hand, was considerably more extravagant.
It, too, was all white, but there was a big shower, an enormous tub, and loads of built-in storage. Through another door, she could see a huge walk-in closet. The dome over the bathroom was composed of transparent panels, letting the pale Martian sunlight flood the room. A wall of plants between the tub and shower added the scent of growing things.
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