Lainey pulled off his cock with a wet slurp. Kissing the tip, she looked up and winked at him. “Can you hang on for a minute so I can taste Timmy?” she asked him saucily.
“Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do, kitten,” he told her.
Lainey smiled and kissed his hip before turning to face Tim’s straining erection. She reached up and took his heavy sac in her hand, weighing it carefully. Taking Spence’s sac in her other hand, she rolled its heavy contents slowly. The way both men were so large, their cocks long and hard, their balls low and heavy, made a fresh rush of cream drip from her body. Everything that excited her was embodied by both of these men. Their bodies made her need, and their honest words made her happy. They were amazing men that she was going to be blessed to be able to call her own. She said a silent prayer to the Great Spirit that they would be gifted to her as her mates. She wanted them both. She needed them both.
“I love the feel and look of you both,” she whispered before leaning forward and taking Tim’s sac into her mouth and sucking on it gently. She ran her tongue around the delicate orbs and closed her eyes as she thought about the vast amount of seed within them that would fill her body.
Pulling off with one last gentle tug, she turned to Spence and did the same to him. His sac was hard and was pulled tight against his body. A sense of pleasure filled her at the thought that she had brought him so close to release. Nuzzling into the black curls that surrounded his cock, she breathed in deeply then rested her head against his flat, hard stomach. Turning to kiss it tenderly, she returned her attention to Tim. She ran her fingers through the brown curls at his groin, scraping her nails across his skin and smiling at the moan that left him.
Taking hold of his length, she realized that she couldn’t quite wrap her fingers around him completely. She couldn’t do that for Spence either. Both men were big men in more ways than one. She smiled as she leaned forward and kissed the side of Tim’s shaft, rubbing her cheek along its length before closing her lips over the head and pressing forward, taking as much of him as she could into her mouth.
“So good, Lainey,” he moaned as she moved up and down his length. His shaft pulsed beneath her ministrations and he prayed he would be able to control his need to come.
He felt her hands on his hips. Her nails dug into the cheeks of his ass as she continued to take his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. He reached down and held her head still, wrapping his fingers in her long hair and trying with all his might not to move.
“I’m going to come, baby,” he warned her. “Let go.”
Lainey hummed and held on tighter. She wanted him to fill her mouth with his seed. She wanted to take every bit of release he had for her and swallow it down. She wanted to have that connection to him, and she was determined to have the same connection with Spence. Nothing was going to stop her from having it.
Tim’s hips started to move in tandem with her mouth and she pulled him closer, determined to keep him exactly where he was until he was completely spent. She felt him jerk within her mouth and his hips stuttered as his orgasm took hold. With the first splash of his warm release, she swallowed greedily, loving the thought, the taste, and the closeness. Timmy was hers. She had loved him for so long. Closing her eyes, she said a silent prayer of thanks to the Great Spirit for giving her such a kind and loving friend and mate.
The howl that left Tim as he came filled the silence of the woods. He reached out and held onto Spence’s shoulder as his knees threatened to buckle beneath him. He petted Lainey’s soft hair repeatedly as spurt after spurt of seed shot from his cock to be greedily swallowed by their mate.
“Good?” Spence teased as he had to hold on to Tim to keep him steady.
“Hell,” Tim muttered, gasping for breath. “Our mate has a wicked mouth.”
Spence smiled widely, but before he could answer, Lainey turned to him and engulfed his cock and plunged down to take as much of him as she could. He moaned as she bobbed repeatedly. The way her tongue flicked over the bottom of his shaft made him weak with need and he was suddenly glad that Tim was beside him. He had been holding Tim up just moments before, but it had completely reversed. Tim now provided the strength he needed to remain standing as the glorious suction of Lainey’s mouth pushed him closer and closer to orgasm. The way her small hand held his balls and caressed them with just the right amount of pressure made him think that she somehow knew exactly what he needed.
“Kitten!” he called out as he held her head tightly as his cock emptied in wave after wave of ecstasy. Lainey swallowed down every drop of seed he had to offer her. His heart pounded in his chest as his body experienced the orgasm she had gifted him with.
Reaching down, his hands met Tim’s as they gathered Lainey in their arms and pulled her up into their embrace. They kissed her face, her neck, and her shoulders, trying with all that they were to show her how much they cared about her, valued her, and loved her.
“Lainey Markham, you’re an amazing woman,” Spence told her finally as he leaned back and looked down at her face, smiling at the sweet blush that filled her cheeks and the lazy softness that her eyes mirrored. “I love you.”
“Back at ya, cowboy,” she told him, smiling.
“Love you so much, sweetheart,” Tim told her, kissing her lips lightly. He hummed against her mouth as she leaned into him and allowed him to claim her mouth once again.
When he pulled away to look down at her, Lainey could see the deep love he had for her shining in his warm, brown eyes. Turning to look at Spence, she saw the same thing. She felt the rush of contentment that filled her. Maybe everything would work out for the three of them after all.
Chapter 7
The three of them stepped up onto the front porch of Deuce’s home. Lainey stood between them, smiling as her men held her hands firmly. She pulled at their hands, trying to remove her own from their hold but neither man would release her.
“What’s wrong, Lainey?” Spence asked as he saw the panic on her face.
“Do you think they’ll know?” she whispered.
“Know what, baby?” Tim asked, releasing her hand so he could wrap his arms around her and hold her gently against his wide chest.
“Do you think they’ll know we’ve been intimate?”
“No, honey,” Spence assured her. “No one will know.”
“Are you upset or ashamed by what we did?” Tim asked, his body suddenly tense as he waited for her answer.
“No, Timmy,” she answered without hesitating, hugging him fiercely. “It’s not that.”
“Then what, Lainey?” Spence spoke up, looking down at her with a guarded expression.
She shrugged and looked down, unable to meet their eyes. Taking a calming breath, she looked up and saw Tim look at Spence in confusion and knew that she was causing them unnecessary worry. It was almost as if she was experiencing the feelings of dread that were pouring off of them in waves.
“I just don’t want anyone to judge us,” Lainey finally told them softly. “I don’t want anyone to make me feel that what we have is wrong.”
She faced both men, her blue eyes wide with worry. She reached out and wrapped her right arm around Spence’s waist to pull him tightly against her side so that he was included in the hug that she shared with Tim.
“No one in our family will make us feel that way, kitten,” Spence told her gently.
Lainey shrugged once again. She wished she could be just as sure as Spence was, but she wasn’t. “What I feel for you both is right. I know in my heart that we’re meant to be mated.”
“We feel that way, too, honey,” Tim said softly, smiling down at her before looking at Spence with relief. “When we finally complete our mating, we’ll all be accepting of the union, and we’ll all be wearing the mating mark on the back of our necks. The Great Spirit will bless us.”
Lainey smiled up at him, reaching up to touch his lips lightly. “I like when you smile, Timmy.”
“You make me smile, honey.”
“What about you, Spence?” Lainey asked, turning to look up at Spence as she rested her cheek against Tim’s chest.
“What about me?”
“Are you happy?”
“Kitten, with you as our mate, I’m ecstatic.”
“Don’t tease, Spence,” Lainey admonished him.
“Now, why the hell would you think I’m teasing?”
Lainey shrugged once again. She and Becca had horrible parents who did their best to interfere in their lives even now. Include the fact that she and her sister were struggling to make ends meet and worked long hours to keep their diner running, which added to the fact that being with her would require a great deal of patience and a good amount of understanding. She didn’t want to bring either of them aggravation or trouble.
“Listen to me, Lainey,” Spence told her gently. “Tim and I have waited two years to approach you with this claiming. There is nothing, and I mean nothing, that we haven’t thought through. No matter what we’ve talked about, the only thing that mattered to us was that you were meant to be ours.” He reached up and touched her face tenderly, running the pad of his thumb across her cheek. “Our future with you as our mate is meant to be. The life we’ll have together is meant to be. And the children we’ll have are meant to be.”
Both men held her tightly between them, hugging her and kissing her tenderly. She burrowed into their chests, trying to keep herself under control as she realized that these men had thought through their future with utmost detail and accuracy, and they didn’t seem to mind what they might face with her in their lives as their mate.
The thought of children hadn’t occurred to her. Now that it was mentioned, new fears filled her. How could she have a child that belonged to Spence or a child that belonged to Tim without the other man feeling cheated?
The very thought of disappointing one or the other man made her heart hurt.
* * * *
“Robbie chose the meal tonight,” Claire told them as she set the huge bowl of macaroni with meat sauce on the table.
She looked down at the little boy that she loved as if he were her own. Her warm, brown eyes gazed at him with complete love. Robbie McKade was a heartbreaker for sure, just as all the McKade men were. She stood up and pushed her long black hair from her face, grabbing the end of one long tendril to twist it nervously around her fingers as the emotions of everyone in the room bombarded her. Some days it was nearly unbearable having her empathic gift. This was one of those days. The turmoil rolling through most of the people in the room was enough to crush her.
“I’m the birthday boy,” Robbie said proudly, looking at all of his uncles and aunts.
“You certainly are, little man,” Luke told his son, leaning down to kiss him on the top of his little head.
Father and son looked like mirror images of each other. Both had the McKade black hair and the striking, blue eyes. Lainey looked around the table and saw the same coloring in each of the five McKade brothers. All of the women joked that the McKade genes were strong, but it really was the reality of the family. Every child born into the McKade family had the raven black hair and the same ice blue eyes. The resulting look was stunning.
Deuce, the patriarch of the family and the oldest brother, sat at the head of the table with his mate Gracie at his right. Lainey couldn’t help but smile as she saw how the two of them were in constant touch with each other. Deuce was a giant of a man, just as Spence was, but he, too, was a gentle man. He adored his mate and was thrilled with the impending birth of their first child.
“How are you feeling, honey?” Deuce whispered against the side of her face as he kissed her cheek and covered her still flat belly with his large hand.
“I’m fine,” Gracie told him, leaning into his shoulder and covering his hand with her own. “The baby is doing well, too.”
“Gracie Lee, you make me a very happy and grateful man,” Deuce whispered, lightly kissing her lips before pulling back to look down at her.
Gracie looked up at him, her blue eyes sparkling with happiness as she saw the way her mate was looking at her. “Then we’re even,” she told him gently. “Thank you, James.”
“For what, honey?”
“For loving me.”
“Oh, Gracie, I’m going to take you upstairs and love you until you scream tonight,” he whispered against her ear.
“Do you think we can use the restraints tonight?” she asked him quietly, leaning into his neck and speaking softly into his ear so that only he could hear her. His responding growl against her neck made her smile. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She looked up at him, her light blue eyes twinkling with merriment as her mate gently stroked her light brown hair and pushed its length gently over her shoulder.
Lainey appreciated the commitment and the love that the two of them had for each other. Deuce and Gracie had gone through a tough time with Gracie fearing that her gift of touching children and animals and soothing them with her touch would also manifest an unwanted side effect of her gift—causing pain to any man who approached her as a potential mate the moment she was touched by him. It had taken Deuce a while to prove to Gracie that the Great Spirit had given her a special gift to help her find that her destined mate was only one man—Deuce. Since the mating, Gracie had been relieved to find that touching another man did not cause any pain, as long as the other man knew that she was a taken woman. Unfortunately, Martin Porter had been the unsuspecting man who had been utilized to prove that to Gracie.
Lainey smiled at the thought of Martin being zapped with pain as he had tried to flirt with Gracie. As she and Becca had grown up, Martin and his brother Jack had been terrible teases. It wasn’t that they were mean. They just didn’t know when to stop. Sometimes being teased by them had made both Gracie and her sister cry.
“How’re you doing, Melanie?” Luke asked his wife as she helped spoon a scoop of macaroni onto her son’s plate. He took over and started cutting up the macaroni into miniature pieces before handing a small spoon to his son. “Here you go, Robbie. Enjoy your birthday meal, baby.”
“I’m not the baby,” Robbie protested. “Mary Grace is the baby.”
“You’re right, little man,” Luke agreed, looking over the top of his son’s head to wink at his mate. “What do you think, Mommy?”
“I think Robbie is a wonderful big brother,” Melanie told him, winking back at the love of her life. “I’m so proud of how he helps with our little girl, Daddy.”
Luke leaned over the top of Robbie and took his wife’s face between his large hands, drawing her toward him and kissing her tenderly. “Love you, spitfire,” he whispered against her lips.
“Love you back,” she whispered.
Luke leaned against her neck and had to take a calming breath. He thought about how he had almost lost Melanie when she had given birth to their daughter and fear filled him once again. He would never be able to go on without her.
“Stop worrying, Luke,” she whispered against his ear.
“Who says I’m worrying?”
“I can feel your worry. Everything is fine. I’ve already told you that I’ve seen us with two more children, and we’re all together enjoying them. We’re not going to have to worry about me sticking around to be with you and all of our children.”
“Melanie, I want us to be together always,” Luke told her seriously. “I won’t risk your life.”
Melanie was quiet for a minute as she searched her husband’s face. She knew his concern was justified, but she couldn’t allow him to become obsessed with it. She wasn’t going to have his fear of losing her dictate their future.
“Luke McKade, you listen to me,” she told him firmly, fire in her hazel eyes. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Nothing will happen to me during any of my future pregnancies.”
“Baby,” Luke whispered. “Pregnancies?”
“Yes, pregnancies. At least two babies will join our family, and I may insist on more. Now calm down and understand that unless you want to
lose touching privileges you’ll stop all this worrying and just allow our future to progress as it’s supposed to.”
“Touching privileges?” Luke asked softly. “Are you telling me you won’t let me touch you?”
“That’s right, cowboy. Back off and keep your hands to yourself.”
“Melanie!”
“It’s your choice, Mate,” she interrupted him. “I can easily keep my distance from you.” She turned to face Deuce and smiled sweetly at him. “You can give Luke another bedroom to sleep in, right Deuce?”
“If you want me to,” Deuce agreed, smiling at her and winking before turning to face his brother. “Luke, I would suggest you change your frame of mind. Your mate knows your future will be a happy one, and she’ll be there to share it with you. She’s had visions of all of our futures from the time she was a child. None of us have ever questioned her before. Why are you doing it now?”
Luke looked at his brother, anguish clearly evident on his face. “I just can’t lose her, Deuce,” he finally answered, his voice quiet and filled with worry.
Melanie sighed softly as she reached out and covered Luke’s hand with her own. “You won’t lose me, cowboy,” she told him gently. “I promise.”
Luke was silent for a long time as he looked into his wife’s gentle eyes, mesmerized by their hazel color and the love that shown back at him. He struggled with his decision—needing to protect her even if it was from himself.
Lainey watched them with a happy heart. Luke was the fourth McKade brother, but he was lucky enough to have found and claimed his mate first out of all of them. He had adored Melanie from the time she was a young girl, often protecting her from the cruelty of others who mocked her for her ability to see the future.
Melanie had correctly predicted the mating of her sister Gracie to Deuce and had even told the rest of the women present that they were all going to be mated to their destined mates and carrying their mate’s babies within the next six months. Lainey realized that she would soon be owing Melanie the payment of the giant chocolate bar with almonds when Spence and Tim claimed her. It was a debt she was looking forward to making good on.
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