Breakaways

by Lily Harlem

  He stood with his arms at his sides. He was breathing fast. His attention was on her face.

  She knew without looking her expression was one of bliss. Because that was how she felt.

  Mason was extending her orgasm, and it was spreading over her limbs and making her breasts tingle. Her pussy was pulsing, heat and wetness spreading over her thighs as Mason pumped.

  “Fuck. I’m there.” Mason gritted his teeth. “I’m fucking coming, so high inside you, I’m coming.”

  “Yes, yes.” Her climax was finally abating. She held her breath while Mason released his pleasure. Enjoying the way his shaft throbbed against her internal walls. He and Lucas were big guys, but they were always gentle.

  Mason tipped his head toward the ceiling and stilled. His chest was puffed up, his ribcage extended as he held his breath and allowed his orgasm to spread ecstasy over his body.

  Then he blew out a breath, the air washing over her back, and withdrew.

  Two big trickles of moisture leaked down her inner thighs. Much more than she’d expect.

  Quickly she stood, cupping her belly and crossing her legs.

  “What is it?” Lucas asked, concern slicing over his face.

  “It’s…I’m so wet.”

  Mason reached for her hand. “It’s okay.”

  “But…” Damn it. Had she peed? Was there a problem with the babies?

  “It’s only girl cum,” he said. “A G-spot orgasm can do that, make you squirt a little.”

  “Oh yeah.” Lucas’s expression relaxed. “I saw that in a porn movie once. Some kind of squirting scene.”

  “What?” She pressed her damp thighs together. “Squirting is a thing?”

  Lucas shrugged. “Aye, I guess.”

  “It’s fine. We all had fun. That fun is down there now.” Mason pressed a kiss to her cheek and wrapped his arm around her waist.

  She was glad of his support.

  Lucas reached for a tissue from the dresser. “Here.”

  “Thanks.” She made a mental note to look up squirting.

  “Was that a good starter course?” Mason asked, turning the chair so she could sit.

  “Beats soup of the day.” She screwed up the damp tissues she’d used and dropped them in the bin.

  “But you’re still hungry for food, right?” Lucas asked. “We could get room service.”

  “Room service might be a good idea.”

  “Why? Have we exhausted you?” Mason frowned. “Shit, I’m sorry, didn’t mean to wipe you out for the rest of the day.”

  “No, it’s not that.” She looked between them. Having both twins fuck her had been every bit the fantasy she’d hoped it would be. But now there was something serious she needed to discuss with them. Not only that, she needed them to be on her side if she was going to get her way.

  “What is it?” Lucas asked, dragging on his sweats. “Are you ill?”

  “No, no. I need to talk to you about something important.”

  “What?” Mason reached for her hand. “What do you need, hen? We’ll get it for you. Anything, just say the word.”

  “Easier said than done.” She sighed.

  Lucas folded his arms and rocked back on his heels. “Spit it out, you’re worrying me.”

  She took a deep breath. “I want to have the babies at home, not in the hospital Harry keeps going on about.”

  They looked at each other, then back to her.

  “Evan was born on the homestead. I want our children born there as well. New happy memories. And I’m healthy, so far, touch wood.” She turned and stroked the dresser. “So there’s no reason why not.”

  “Harry’s not going to be up for that,” Mason said.

  “Which is why I need you on my side.” She stroked over her abdomen. “And I’m your wife, and these are your babies, too, so we all get a say in where and how they’re born.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Three months later

  Olivia licked watermelon juice from her fingers. She’d eaten a huge pile of the sweet red fruit but still wanted more. It was as if it was addictive.

  “The babies must really like melon,” Raul said, setting her empty bowl on a side table beneath one of the large decking planters.

  “I certainly like it.” She rested her head back on the lounger. “It’s yummy.”

  He chuckled and reached for a tub of cocoa butter. “Have you put this on lately?”

  “Not since my shower this morning.”

  “Ah, it is time for some more.” He sat next to her, coming into the shade of her parasol.

  She shifted a little, even though moving was an effort. Her bump was not just huge it was also heavy and hard. Plus the babies were little wrigglers; it seemed one of them was always awake. The constant movement was reassuring but also exhausting.

  Raul gently lifted her vest top, exposing the taut skin. She didn’t have any stretch marks and hoped that would remain the case. She figured it was good genes; Raul was convinced it was the cocoa butter.

  He placed a blob of the creamy moisturizer on her lower belly, then tenderly rubbed it in.

  She relaxed back and enjoyed being cared for.

  “Are they awake?” he asked, studying her abdomen as though wishing he could see through her flesh.

  “One of them is, this one.” She gestured to her right. As she did so, a small lump beneath her skin moved, creating a dragging sensation.

  “Si, I can see it.” He chuckled. “Is that an elbow?”

  “I think so.”

  He continued to rub as Banna, Amal, and Darius tumbled from the house. They were dressed in their white karate gis. Each wore a yellow belt neatly knotted.

  “Hola, kids,” Raul said.

  “Hola.” Darius grinned and took no notice of Raul rubbing cream into Olivia’s big belly. He’d seen him do it often enough.

  “We are practicing kata today,” Banna said. “Lucas said we are nearly but not quite perfect.”

  Mason and Lucas appeared, both wearing the same white outfits as the children. Mason had declared it was necessary for the initial years of learning the martial art, as it would promote discipline and help concentration. Olivia wasn’t sure how true that was, but her Scottish men looked sexy and dangerous in their gis with their black belts tied tight—a delicious combination.

  “I am perfect at this.” Darius grinned, stepped back, and shot his arm over his head as if protecting himself from a strike.

  “Nearly,” Lucas said, taking his arm. “But it has to come up straight. Pull it in, then up in front of your face and twist your elbow at the last minute. That way no one can punch you on the nose either; you’ve protected your face and head.”

  Darius allowed Lucas to do the movement for him, then did it again himself.

  “Much better.” Lucas smiled. “But don’t forget fighting stance, you need your balance.” He poked Darius’s shoulder.

  Darius took a step backward, he hadn’t been balanced at all. “Oh no.” His face crumpled. “I forgot. I’m rubbish.”

  “No you’re not, you’re brilliant and still learning.” Lucas scooped him up, high and higher still, until Darius was sitting on his shoulders.

  “Watch your head on the parasol,” Olivia worried.

  “We’re not staying up here to practice,” Mason said. “We’ll go to the lawn.”

  “Okay, have fun,” she said. “And work hard, kids. I’ll be watching you from here.”

  “We will.” Amal broke into a run, jumped down the steps to the grass, and sprinted over to the lawn.

  “I don’t know where he gets his energy. Watching him makes me tired.” Olivia suppressed a yawn.

  “He gets his energy from all the food he consumes,” Raul said. “He had three eggs, two sausages, and four slices of peanut butter on toast this morning. I don’t know where he puts it all.”

  “He’s grown lately, don’t you think?” Mason said, brushing his hand over Olivia’s forehead and sweeping back several loose stra
nds of her hair.

  “Yes, we should measure him again.”

  He studied her. “You okay?”

  “Tired.” She paused. “And tired of being pregnant. The novelty has worn off.”

  He frowned slightly. “Not long now.”

  “I know. Dr Grace said they can come out anytime now and will be good weights.”

  “Let’s hope it’s soon then.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Shout if you need anything.”

  “Raul will get it for me.”

  “I know.” Mason smiled. “But we’re all here for you.”

  “Thanks.”

  He wandered off with Lucas, Darius and Banna to join the Amal on the lawn.

  “Where are Harry and Evan?” she asked.

  “They were in the nursery,” Raul said, paying particular attention to her poking out navel. “Putting up pictures.”

  “They should have done that by now.”

  “We have.” Evan appeared at her right, holding a glass of sparkling water. He was bare chested, and his faded jeans sat low on his hips. “Here, I thought you might be thirsty.”

  She smiled at him. “Thank you.”

  Harry appeared and wandered over to a sunny chair. He sat, whipped off his t-shirt, and dropped his shades. “It’s hot enough to fry an egg out here.”

  “So sit in the shade,” Evan said.

  “I want a tan.”

  “You have one.” Evan’s attention went to Harry’s broad, golden shoulders.

  “I’m topping it up. I want to be looking my best for when Olivia is ready for bedroom fun again.” He winked at her.

  “I’d like bedroom fun now,” she said, then sighed. “I just haven’t got the energy.”

  “Not long to go, babe.” Evan took a seat on the other lounger next to hers in the shade.

  “I hope not. I always knew this part of pregnancy would be hard physically, especially with twins, but mentally, it’s tough.”

  “How’d you mean?” Harry asked.

  “Well look at me. I’m normally so active. Always have been. Running, sailing, getting out on my Kawasaki. Now I’m a beached whale.”

  “A very sexy beached whale.” Raul tugged her t-shirt down, then put the lid on the cocoa butter.

  She snorted. “There is nothing sexy about a woman who waddles, can’t turn over in bed, and only wants to eat scrambled egg and watermelon.”

  “Mmm, when you put it like that…” Raul bit on his bottom lip, as if trying to hold in a grin.

  “That’s exactly what it’s like.” She rested her head back.

  Harry pulled his phone from his pocket. It was ringing. “Hey, Riley, what’s up?” He paused. “Are you sure they’re suitably qualified and experienced?” Another pause. “Okay, that’s perfect. If you send me the number… Actually, thinking about it, send it through to all of our phones just in case, then we’ll know we’re all set for the big day.” He looked at Olivia. “She’s fine. Well, fed up of being as big as a whale—her words—but other than that, she’s doing well.”

  “Tell him to say hola to my mother for me,” Raul said, rolling his eyes. Riley and his mother’s love affair was as strong as ever.

  “Raul said to say hi,” Harry said. “No, not to you, Riley, to Maria.” He chuckled. “Okay, will do. Yes, as soon as anything happens we’ll let you know. And thank you for organizing all of that, it will put my mind as at rest as it can be considering Olivia’s stubbornness.” He slipped his phone away.

  Olivia tutted and sipped her water.

  “Well it is stubbornness,” Harry said.

  “We’ve been through this a million times.” She didn’t have the energy to hash it out again.

  “I know, but it’s not too late to do the sensible thing and get to the hospital.”

  “Hospitals are for sick people. I’m not sick, I’m having a baby.”

  “Two babies,” Harry said, sitting forward and frowning. “And all three of you are precious. I only want the best for you all. What if something happens? How will we cope if there’s an emergency? What will we do if—?”

  “What did Riley have to say?” Evan asked.

  Harry rested back again. “He’s got it all set up, so I can relax a bit.” He pushed his hand through his hair. “Two paediatricians, an anaesthetist, and an OBGYN are all on standby. They’ll be helicoptered here from Perth in a special neonatal helicopter with incubators and all that jazz, the moment Olivia goes into labor.”

  “Do you really think that’s necessary?” Olivia said, worrying about the expense and wasting busy people’s time.”

  “It’s not only necessary, it’s what’s happening if you’re going ahead with this crazy home birth plan.”

  “But—”

  “Save your breath, babe,” Evan said. “He won’t change his mind.”

  “True.” A slow and now-familiar ache spread over her belly as it hardened. She pulled in a breath and pressed her hands on her bump.

  “What is it?” Harry asked, standing.

  “It’s okay, only a practice contraction again.”

  “You’ve been getting a lot of those,” Raul said, resting his hand on hers.

  “I know.” She closed her eyes and blew out a breath as the sensation passed. Instantly both babies kicked—it was as if they objected to being squeezed by her uterus.

  Harry took out his phone. “I should get those medics here now. It won’t matter if they sit around for a few days or even a week. Better to be safe than sorry.”

  “No,” Olivia said. “That would be a shocking waste of money, not to mention taking them away from mothers and babies who need their expertize.”

  “That’s not the point,” Harry said.

  “Harry!” He was fussing way too much and it was irking her.

  “It’s okay, babe.” Evan stood and rested his hand over Harry’s phone. “Come on, mate, she’s fine. Let’s go for a ride. I want to check some fencing a couple of miles from here.”

  Harry looked at Evan, then at Olivia.

  “Go,” she said. “Raul will take care of me.”

  “Si, and I will call you straight away if the babies come.”

  Harry still didn’t move.

  “And I will call the medics in Perth,” Raul added. “Super fast I will call them.”

  “Come on,” Evan said. “Olivia could probably do with a sleep anyway.”

  “All right.” Harry stood. “But make sure you call me, Raul. Anything, anything at all.”

  “Si, Captain, I will.”

  Olivia watched them go, then sighed.

  “Harry really would prefer you to be in hospital.”

  “I know, Raul. And I feel bad for making him worry, but I think the hospital would put my blood pressure up. I’d rather be here. I feel relaxed and…”

  “And what?”

  “The hospital would ask too many questions. They’d want to know who the father is, then only one of you would be able to visit.”

  “I’m sure Harry would get around that.”

  “But there’d still be curious looks, gossip, pictures getting on Twitter. I don’t want that. I just want my babies to be born.”

  “They will be, soon. And Dr Grace is very experienced.”

  “Yes, she told me she’s lost count of how many babies she’s delivered.”

  Another practice contraction spread over her belly.

  Raul noticed her change of expression. “Relax.” He stroked the back of his finger down her cheek. “Just relax.”

  When it had passed, she took his hand. “I really do want these babies out, Raul. I don’t think I can do another week of being pregnant.” Her eyes stung. Suddenly she felt so weary of it all. She missed her body being fit and slim. She missed having lots of hot sex with her hunky husbands. She wanted to meet the two tiny humans she’d been growing in her womb.

  “Ah, mi niña hermosa, what can I do to help?”

  “Anything you can think of to start the process of giving birth.”

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nbsp; He nodded slowly. “Actually, I have some ideas.”

  “You do?”

  “Si.”

  “What?”

  “I checked on the internet. You need a curry, castor oil, and sex.” He tapped his chest. “And I can do all of those things for you.”

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Olivia inhaled the scent wafting from the curry Raul had put down in front of her. It’s was spiced with chili but had a gentle ginger and cardamom smell. “This looks good.”

  “Si, eat up. It is only vegetable.”

  He sat at the kitchen table opposite her and linked his fingers.

  “Are you going to sit and watch me eat?”

  “Si, in case it works quick and the babies come.”

  She laughed. “It won’t be that quick, I’m not that lucky.”

  “You never know.”

  She began to eat, appreciating the way the sauce made her tongue tingle and the flavors spread on her palate.

  When she’d finished, she pushed the plate away and reached for her glass of water.

  “Anything?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

  Rubbing over her belly, she was aware of a deep tightening in her inner thighs, kind of like cramp but not. “No, they’ve gone to sleep, I think.”

  “Mmm.” He picked up the plate and stood. “Which means castor oil is the next plan.”

  “I don’t like the sound of that. Why don’t we try sex instead?”

  He appeared a little hesitant.

  “What? I know I said I was too tired for bedroom fun, and I’m not exactly a super-model but—”

  He held up his hand. “It is nothing like that, I am thinking of logistics.” He paused. “It will have to be from behind, it is the only way I can get near you.”

  “That’s fine, whatever. We just need to do it.” She stood, holding the underside of her belly. The cramping in her inner thighs was still there. “I’ll go and take a shower first, I’m hot after sitting outside.”

  “Si, you do that. I will find the castor oil.”

  “I thought we were skipping that.”

  “No, it said on the internet it was important.”

  “Doctor Google,” she muttered and rested her hand on the table, summoning the energy to get up the stairs.