"Ready?" Max queried.
"Whenever you are," Kyle answered.
She merely nodded, unable to speak for the sublime feeling that was coursing through her, nestled as she was in their arms, their bodies interconnected in the deepest, most intimate manner. She missed this. She had been a fool. Well, no more.
Max started to move, and somehow, they got a rhythm going. She couldn't tell if their cocks were shifting in countermoves; all she knew was that they were push-pulling inside of her, giving her pussy the loving she hadn't know she had been yearning for all these days and nights. Her mouth pressed against Max's, telling him without words just how much he meant to her, how grateful she was for his intervention. And when Max moved on to engage Kyle in an open-mouthed, passionate kiss, the sight fired her lust, making her burn even hotter.
Insistent pressure on her clit, hard yet not hard enough. "More," she gasped, her legs tightening around Max's waist, trying to pull him closer.
He increased his speed and the harshness of his thrusts. Slamming his hips into her until electric jolts ran up her body from the meeting of his groin and her clit. The cock in her ass hit the same sweet spot over and over.
She could feel it coming upon her, an exquisite spiraling tension that held her taut in its grip…just…a…little…more…
A gigantic wave of rapture smashed into her, causing her to scream as her body jerked and shook, her hips rolling and writhing as she chased the swell of ecstasy rising and rippling over her body. Her shout was captured by Max as the men's fracturing rhythm speeded up, a frantic, chaotic pursuit of their own climax.
Moments--hours--later, Cara became aware of the satisfying languor suffusing her body, which was still plastered against Kyle, while Max had withdrawn and was now panting beside them.
"How was…your first public sex…Hot Blonde?" Kyle's low voice purred in her ear.
"Awesome…" she replied, trying to catch her breath. Damn, she should start exercising. She didn't want "being unfit" to be a reason to curtail her future sexual activities, especially now that she had her evenings free. "Hot. But…"
Max lifted an eyebrow. "But? You have a complaint?"
"I want…an audience…next time."
"Au-audience?" he spluttered, while behind her, Kyle tried not to laugh.
"Sexual adventures, remember?" She cocked her head, considering. "Maybe we can have Lynne and her guys over some time." Then she shook her head. "Nah, too weird."
"Speaking of," Kyle said, "when do we get to meet this elusive best friend?"
"Soon. Max and Lynne should get along well; they both love raw oysters--those slimy things."
The men laughed at her shudder of distaste.
She straightened and, turning, cupped their cheeks. "Let's go home. We've got more celebrating to do."
Two and a half months later…
Chapter Five
LYNNE AND MARK
Lynne Morrison was awakened by the feel of a hot mouth ghosting over her naked body, before it settled to suck on her nipple. Instinctively, she knew it was Ash. Because it didn't feel like Mark.
His lips moved to lave and suckle the other nipple, his weight above her heavy and pleasant, and lust surged through her sleep-soaked brain, making her moan. Before the sound finished escaping her lips, he was already pressing his mouth against hers, kissing her "hello" before moving away to caress her jaw, cheek, ears.
Behind her eyelids was darkness, and she knew it was yet night. No birds chirped, so dawn was still some time to come.
"Ash?" she whispered, eyes closed, brain on the edges of sleep. "So early…?"
"Got a flight to catch," he replied in the same soft voice, murmuring against her skin. "I'll miss you for days."
"Hmm." She smiled and reached up to stroke his shoulders, head falling to the side.
"God, you're so warm and soft; I don't want to leave this bed," he said, voice muffled as he continued to kiss his way down her body, paying special attention to her breasts again. His hard cock was a hot brand against her thigh.
He pushed the blanket down and settled between her legs, sliding home in one deep, strong surge.
Her breath caught. Her fuzzy brain was telling her something. "Condom?" Ash was currently seeing other women, so he had to wear one when in bed with them. Mark's rule.
A huff of a laugh. "I suited up before waking you."
"Well then." She brought her legs up to wrap around his waist, her arms around his neck and accepted his kiss as he rode them both to oblivion.
When he disengaged from her, she opened her eyes, though she knew she'd only see a mere outline at best. But this was Ash; even in the dark, she knew his every feature--the same blond hair and blue eyes as Mark, broken nose and a dimple in his left cheek when he smiled. She'd seen them a lot over the past four months--over the dinner table, next to her on the sofa, in their bed.
Now, she placed a hand on his cheek. "Have a safe flight. See you in a few days."
Sleep dragged her eyelids down, enhanced by the lassitude from the lovemaking. Without waiting for a reply, she rolled over, snuggled next to Mark and fell back into dreamland.
* * * * *
It was a few hours later when she was awakened again by the natural light shining in her eyes. Yawning, she rolled to the other side and her hand sleepily reached out, patting the bed, searching. It was captured by a large, warm hand and brought up to the owner's lips, where he placed a kiss on the center of her palm.
Her eyelids fluttered open.
"Good morning."
"Morning," she whispered. Mark. Blond hair, blue eyes, straight nose, strong chin with a jaw that seemed carved from brick, a musculature that was bigger than Ash's from all his time hitting the gym, and an enormous cock (okay, that wasn't in her field of vision at the moment), but to her, Mark was more than his physical description. So much more. A deep contentment welled up from within, flooding her with the kind of happiness that came from just being with him. "How long have you been watching me?"
It should've disconcerted her, the way Mark always woke ahead of her each morning and spent the intervening time just watching her sleep. Instead, it made her feel cherished and loved.
"Not long enough." His blue eyes roved over her face, as they did every morning, as though he needed to reaffirm that she was with him in this bed. His fingers grazed the curve of her cheek, and his slow smile caused a hitch in her breath. "You're beautiful."
"With morning breath and a bed head?" she cracked.
"What I said." He shifted and suddenly, he was above her. "Beautiful."
His mouth pressed down on hers, and they were kissing, slow, deep kisses that were a testament to the bond and affection that had grown between them over four months of dating. Though she'd met Mark and his brother Ash at the same time, when they were stranded together in an elevator one fateful night, there'd been no contest. There was something about Mark that drew her and kept her interest, even after Mark had invited Ash into their bed. With her agreement, of course. She had always been sexually adventurous and having gorgeous twin brothers in her bed was the highlight of her current relationship.
Once.
Now, she moaned as Mark's lips trailed down over her throat and stopped at her madly beating pulse, nipping at her skin. All this while, his skillful hands played her breasts like a maestro with his favorite violin, drawing forth the most beautiful music in her blossoming breasts and turgid nipples, buds that ached for the touch of his mouth. Her own hands roamed over his back, luxuriating in his heated, silken skin, and her knee pulled up so she could glide her inner thigh against his hips, the sensual caress arousing her.
She released a little scream when his mouth finally found its way to her nipples, and she arched her back, wanting more more more of his mouth, his tongue, his teeth. She voiced out her demands, her tone guttural and unrecognizable. Her hands gripped his ass, squeezed.
He gave her more.
She neared the edge; he'd always been able to bring her there ju
st by playing with her breasts. Somehow, he seemed to know her body better than she did, knew how to drive it insane and intoxicated during moments like this. Hanging, waiting--
Her wet pussy throbbed, eager to be filled. Hungry, so hungry.
"In me. Now." She tugged at his hair while she writhed. She wanted him, wanted his thick, hard cock in her. "Please."
"As you command, my love."
He surged in her, filling her to the hilt, and she screamed from the contact. He felt so good, his cock big and hot in her. He stilled in her, allowing her to adjust, to savor the moment.
"Better?" he asked, his voice strained, his neck bulging with veins as he fought to hold still.
"Perfect." Her legs wrapped around his waist and it was a signal for him to move, hard and fast, the way they both seemed to want it every morning, as though that was the only kind of sex that can energize them to meet the demands of the day.
Lynne felt the familiar rapture rising to engulf her, made more intense by the fact that this was Mark making love to her. As she gave herself up to it, she heard Mark roar her name as he jetted his seed, the sense of home overwhelming her as he thrust once more into her.
With an arm planted for support on each side of her, Mark allowed some of his body weight to settle on her as they both panted for breath. Looking into her eyes, he said, "I love you." The declaration was made all the more intimate by the fact that they were still joined down below.
Her breath hitched again. "I love you, too. So much."
She'd been falling for him and was afraid it was all one-sided. Apparently not. She should be dancing with joy, but all she could feel pressing down on her was despair, though she tried not to show it.
She was pregnant, though in an offhand remark, Mark had said he didn't want kids.
But that wasn't the worst.
The really bad thing was she didn't know who the father was.
* * * * *
"I think I'm pregnant."
"What!" Shock, then joy followed to wreathe Cara's face in smiles. "Congratulations! I'm so happy for you." She jumped and went to Lynne's side of the table to give her a hug before resuming her seat.
"Thanks." After Mark's declaration, Lynne had been so rattled she'd called an emergency dinner meeting. They'd met halfway--Cara was teaching at the local university while Lynne's office was on the other side of the city--at a quiet Italian restaurant they often frequented. "I'm glad someone is."
Lynne couldn't imagine her life without Cara to talk things over with. Ever since she lost her parents at the age of ten and Cara's parents fostered her, Cara had become her sister, her friend and her rock. Lynne was particularly grateful to the Wilsons for allowing her to stay on at their place after she'd turned eighteen and for loaning her the funds to go to university. She'd since repaid them every cent plus interest. She knew not everyone was as lucky as she was to have such loving and caring foster parents.
Cara was about to pick up her fork when she paused at her remark. "You don't want the baby?" A shadow crossed her face.
"I want!" There had been a moment of jubilant joy when Lynne had realized she'd missed her period, then exhilaration at the affirmation of the self-administered pregnancy test.
Relief replaced whatever expression had been on Cara's face. "Good."
"But I'm not sure Mark wants."
"So tell him."
"I-I'm scared, Cara." Lynne swallowed the lump that had arisen in her throat. "What if he thinks I did this to trap him into marriage?"
Cara reached over and squeezed her hand. "If he knows you, he won't think that."
"He-he told me he loves me, and I'm scared that if this isn't what he wants, then he won't love me anymore. Might even leave me." Her hand clenched on the fork. This was what she'd been battling since this morning, and she had more to lose now than ever before.
"Oh, honey. Love doesn't work that way. If he really loves you as he says, he'll love everything about you, even your baby. Especially as it's his baby, too."
Lynne paused. "That's the main part of the problem. I'm not sure it's his."
Shock couldn't even begin to describe Cara's face this time. "What the hell--"
Lynne made a furtive glance around and lowered her voice, even when there wasn't anyone sitting on the table next to theirs. "You know Ash joins our bed."
Cara nodded.
"The guys always used condoms. But in our third month, Mark and I decided to bring our relationship to the next level and we had all the tests. Ash wasn't seeing anyone else at that time, so he did, too. I went on the pill. Oh my God, that was the best move we ever made. I'm sure I don't need to tell you how the guys going bareback heightened every sensation--"
"Moving on." Cara waved a hand.
"What? Can't I share--"
"No guys around to satisfy unfulfilled sexual needs." Cara made a note of checking her watch. "And it's barely eight. Do you know how many more minutes it's going to be before I can jump my guys? So please, skip the sexual details."
"Right." Lynne collected herself. She also had that many minutes to endure before going home to Mark. "As I was saying, I went on the pill. I can't be sure, but I think it happened then."
"You missed a day?"
Lynne sighed. "More like I didn't know antibiotics would interfere with the pill. I had that bout of infection, remember? And with Mark and Ash both not using condoms… I don't know which one of them is the father."
The only sound after that was the clinks of their forks against the plates.
"What a dilemma," Cara finally said.
"Don't I know it. Threesomes are exciting, especially when it's the woman having all the fun with two men, but I never thought complications like this would arise." Lynne shook her head. "You take care it doesn't happen to you, dear."
"It won't. There's a lot of difference between our two situations." Pointing her fork at Lynne to emphasize each point, Cara enumerated, "One, my guys are not brothers. Two, they're in love with one another. Three, we've always used condoms. Four, even if it did happen, we'll have the kid as a threesome, so it wouldn't matter who donated the sperm. Five…" she paused. "Okay, I don't think there's a five."
"Good points, but there can also be complications in your kind of threesome. Like, don't one of the guys get jealous that you're maybe spending more time with the other? Or you get along more with one than the other? Like, don’t you and Max work at the same university? So you see each other more than with Kyle. Doesn't Kyle get jealous? Or don't you get jealous of their closeness? After all, they knew each other first."
An uncertain and stricken look crossed her best friend's face. "I never thought of that," she mumbled. "There was that time months ago when I was very busy with my dissertation, but it's a different situation. I guess maybe we haven't come to the kind of complications you're talking about yet. It's been hectic with both of them settling into new jobs and me with my dissertation and defense, though thank God that's over--"
If Lynne remembered right, Cara had submitted her paper and made her defense before a panel about a month ago. "When will you hear about the results?"
"Any day now." Cara shifted uneasily in her seat. "But you're right about Max and me spending more time together…"
Part of Lynne was ashamed for worrying Cara, perhaps needlessly, but another part of her didn't want her best friend to fall into the pit like she had. Perhaps her warning would enable Cara to head off any potential problems. Maybe.
"Me and my big mouth. Look, let's not borrow trouble, okay? As you say, we're not in exactly the same situations."
Cara was quick to agree and turned the topic back to Lynne. "How come you don't make it a threesome with your guys? That would solve your problem neatly."
"It's not as clear cut as you think." Lynne shook her head. "I'm in love with Mark, but not with Ash. I also don't think Ash has those kinds of feelings for me."
"He's happy to fuck you though."
"He sees me as a fuck buddy, a fallba
ck for when he's not dating anyone."
"Okay, so Ash is out of the picture; let's not talk about him." Cara pursed her lips as she gathered up the last of the salmon on her plate. From the faraway look in her eyes, she was in deep thought as she forked the fish into her mouth. Finally, after chewing and swallowing, she said, "I really don't know how you expect me to solve your problem, Lynne. My advice would be to tell Mark. He doesn't seem like a petty guy to me."
Lynne released a ragged sigh. She'd known it would come to this. It was the only solution, since she loved Mark and couldn't bear to leave him. She couldn't abort the baby either. She already loved him/her, if that was possible. She could always keep the truth from Mark; after all, the baby could be his. But what kind of relationship would she have with him, if it were founded on a lie?
However, Cara didn't know the entire truth. She didn't know how Mark felt about having kids, and that was one of the reasons Lynne was reluctant to tell Mark about this. But she had to decide soon; she couldn't keep this a secret forever. She may be one of those rare women not to have morning sickness, but her body would change and Mark knew her too well not to notice.
As though she could hear Lynne's thoughts, Cara asked, "Doesn't Mark comment on your daily nausea? How do you explain that away?"
"I haven't experienced morning sickness."
Cara stared at her. "Is that normal? What does the doctor say?"
"I uh, haven't seen a doctor."
"You're going to the doctor tomorrow," her best friend ordered.
"Actually, I have an appointment on Friday. Come with me?"
"You bet."
Chapter Six
CARA, KYLE AND MAX
Max slung the strap of his satchel over his head and waved a hasty goodbye to his colleagues. He slipped out the door, eager to be home. Cara was having dinner with Lynne, so it was just going to be him and Kyle, and such twosome time was a long time coming.
His strides faltered as recent worries rose to the forefront. Before Cara had entered the picture, he and Kyle had gone through hell to be together, and while it had torn them from their family (Kyle's, as Max's parents had passed away long ago and he had no siblings) and friends, it had drawn the two of them closer. They'd sacrificed a lot for their love, and it wasn't a sacrifice they took lightly. Especially Kyle, who was very close to his father. So Max had done his best to make sure Kyle didn't regret his decision.
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