“We’ll see you soon.” I reach over and squeeze Razor’s hand and he gives me another forced smile. I lean over him and give him a quick kiss and, when I stand, I see a nurse with a silver pixie cut watch us with a dreamy smile from behind the glass. The men usher him off down the hall and I join Ace.
“Hey.” I softly grasp his hand.
He startles and his eyes blink open. I didn’t realize he was sleeping so I nearly jump out of my seat.
“You’re here!” He sits up tall. “What time is it?”
“I’m not sure, how long have you been here?”
“Not long. But I’ve gotta go out to the truck. Gunnar needs to stretch his legs, and so do I. Is Razor good?” He stands and stretches out and his coat lifts up at the hem, exposing a glimpse of his flat, tight abs.
“He will be.” I feel confident that he’ll be as good as new when they’re done with him. “I’ll stay here and wait for the doctor, you go tend to Gunnar.” I still look at his abs. It’s a real effort to stop staring.
“Sounds good. I’ll be back soon.” Ace leans over and kisses me softly. I watch him walk away as a hunger that can only be satisfied one way gnaws at me. My eyes land on the nurse with the pixie cut. She raises an eyebrow at me and twists her lips to the side. Her judgment is written all over her face. I can’t help but flush, realizing what she must think of me.
Why do you care?
I mull it over and sit up straighter. Throwing back my shoulders, I jut out my chin. Now, this is the time to be that tough girl. Who gives a shit if people don’t approve of what the three of us have. They’re not the ones living it, so it’s none of their business. My shame fizzles out and I sit tall, refusing to let other people’s opinions define me.
“Are you the fiancée?” A doctor walks up next to me, holding a paper in his hand.
“Umm,” I bite my lip, “yep. That’s me,” I lie.
“Good, good. I’m Dr. Noseworthy. I’m happy to say that Derek will be fine.”
I almost ask him who he’s talking about. I’m so used to calling the guys by their nicknames that I forgot that those aren’t the names they were born with.
“That’s wonderful,” I gush.
Ace comes back into the room and joins us.
“This is his brother.” I’m not sure why I say it. I just feel the need to explain Ace’s presence for some reason. I can feel the incredulous stare of the nurse behind the glass burning into me. I throw my head back and stand taller.
“Well, I’m happy to report that your brother is going to be fine. He tells me you set the bone last night.” He nods at Ace. “You did a fine job of it, I must say. He’s all casted up now and we’ve got him on some morphine, but his prescription will only be for Tylenol 3.”
The doctor goes on to explain the aftercare and it all sounds like a bunch of rambling noise to me.
“Can we go see him?” I interrupt.
“Yes,” Dr. Noseworthy blinks at me, “sure. He’s in Four-oh-five.”
“Thanks so much.” Ace shakes his hand, but I’m already heading down the hall. Away from the noise of the overly talkative doctor. Away from the judgy eyes of the nurse. I scan the door numbers and stop short at Razor’s room. Seconds later, Ace stands next to me.
“Let’s go in.” He wraps his hand around mine and leads the way.
Razor is sleeping in the dimmed room. His leg is covered in a white, plaster cast. He looks so peaceful, especially after being in so much pain. It does my heart good to see him rest. I reach out and grab his hand, so I’m holding onto both of them, and the balance is finally restored. I can take a real breath now. The anxiety floats away and once again, I know that this is right. The three of us are meant to be.
“They’re going to be discharging him after lunch,” Ace whispers.
“Well, we can’t make him do that drive back today. You guys can come to my apartment until he’s not in so much pain.
Ace nods. It’s settled. The three of us will figure this thing out.
Together.
24
Caitlin
Ace pulls the old truck up to my apartment building and I realize I’m filled with dread. Even though I’ve only been gone for a week and a half, this doesn’t feel like home anymore. The bleak windows and crumbling balconies are run down and depressing. It’s nothing like the natural wood cabin the guys live in. There’s no yard here for Gunnar to play in. No place to chop wood, or go for walks. It’s all so cramped and impersonal. It makes me homesick for a place I don’t even own.
“Isn’t this the place?” Ace questions me when I don’t budge.
“Yeah, this is it all right. Home sweet home,” I answer wryly.
“Okay, let’s get Razor inside.”
“Guys, don’t worry about me. I’m good. My leg is gonna be fine, everything is wonderful, it’s a beautiful day.” He starts talking in a singsong voice.
“Lightweight,” Ace grumbles and helps Razor get his crutches under his arms. “A little bit of morphine and you’re loopy.”
“Pffft.” Razor brushes him off.
I lead Gunnar to the door and hold it open for the guys. We all make our way to the elevator because, even though I only live on the second floor, there’s no reason to make Razor try to climb them.
As we step inside, my snooty neighbor Mrs. Finkle clutches her hand against her chest and backs up against the wall. “Well, I don’t think you can have that animal in here!”
This is what she lives for. Lecturing people on the rules of the building like she’s a partial owner or something. She’s not. Instead, she’s just a busybody with too little to do and too much time to do it in.
“Don’t worry about it.” I don’t meet her eyes. I don’t want to encourage her.
“Don’t worry about it? Well, I suppose you think the landlady won’t worry about it either? I’ll have no choice but to report this right away, Caitlin.” She sniffs.
“Mrs. Finkle, I don’t care. Report me if that’s all you’ve got left in your life. You seem to think that I don’t know you’ve got at least three cats in that apartment of yours, even thought that goes against the rules too. If you want to make a big fuss about the dog, I’m sure you’ll make sure you let the landlady know about your secret hoard of pets too. I’ve lived next to you for years and I’ve always been a good neighbor, even though you’re annoying as hell. I’m moving out of here very soon and I just hope that whoever comes in after me is half as patient as I’ve been.”
Ding!
The elevator doors slide open and I lead the pack out into the hall.
Mrs. Finkle doesn’t say a word, she purses her lips together and watches me take the guys and dog into my place.
“Good day.” I nod to her and walk inside.
It felt good to let her know I don’t give a shit about her opinions. Why have I spent so much time in my life caring about what strangers think of me? I look from Razor’s face to Ace’s, since I met them, I just feel free. I’m finally free to be myself, and the amazing thing is, they’ve already shown me that I’m enough for them. Both of them.
“Nice lady,” Ace muses sarcastically and I burst out laughing.
“Yeah, she’s a real sweetheart.” I roll my eyes. “Let me give you guys the grand tour. It’s a one bedroom, but the bed is a king, so I think we can definitely make that work.” I take a few steps and point inside the room.
“Looks cozy.” Razor leans into me.
“The bathroom is there, and as you can see, here’s the kitchen and living room. Boom. Tour over.”
“Wow, I’ll try to keep it all straight. Do you give out maps?” Ace teases me.
“Well, once we get back to your place, we’ll have more room. But for now, we’ve gotta make the best of it.”
“Wait, are all of us going back?” Razor tilts his head and I realize I still haven’t told him that I’ve made my decision.
“Yes, I’m coming back too. I’m going to live with you.” I step into him and give hi
m a sweet, soft kiss.”
“This isn’t some kind of morphine induced hallucination, right?” He checks my face and then Ace’s.
“Nope, it’s real.” I laugh.
“If you want, I can kick you in the shin. I bet the pain will make you realize it’s real,” Ace helpfully offers.
“Nah, I’ll pass, but thanks.” Razor laughs. “Wow, I’m so happy you’re coming back with us.” He kisses me again and again in little short bursts. “But, I do have one complaint about staying here.” He looks into my eyes.
“Oh? What’s that?” I murmur.
“You still haven’t given us a proper tour of the bedroom.” His voice is raspy with desire.
“I guess you’re right.” A smile slides over my lips. “I think that’s one tour we have to do naked.” I lead each of them by the hand into my room.
“No problem.” Ace shuts the door behind him and peels his shirt off immediately.
Razor drops his crutches and sits on the edge of the bed. I help him take off his clothes, carefully avoiding bumping into his brand-new cast.
“Are you sure you’re up for this, aren’t you in pain?” I can’t help but worry. I mean, we did just get back from the hospital.
“Don’t I look like I’m up for it.” He nods down at his rigid cock and I giggle.
Damn, does he ever!
“Razor could have lost his leg forever and he’d still want to fuck, Caitlin. Be serious. Now get up on that bed.” He swings his hand down and it snaps against my fleshy ass with a thwack.
“Oww!” I protest, but I take my time stripping down and climbing into bed. I wiggle my ass at him, tempting him to give me another one.
Thwack!
That one really stings, but I love it. Still, I jump into the bed. And then I freeze.
“What’s wrong?” Razor studies my face.
“I really am worried about hurting you even more. I’m not sure how we’re gonna do this,” I admit.
“No problem, I’ve got it all worked out.” Ace takes over. “Razor, sit there and lean back against the headboard, keep your leg out of the way so we don’t bump into it,” he instructs him.
“Now you, get on your hands and knees and suck him off.” Ace grabs a fist full of my hair and guides me to Razor’s fat cock.
I suck the tip in over my lips and tease the sensitive head with my tongue. Behind me, Ace opens my legs. I feel the heat of his breath billowing out over my pussy and my ass. I’ve got my head down in Razor’s lap and my ass up against Ace’s face. He licks my pussy from behind and I groan on Razor’s dick as I take more of his shaft in over my tongue.
Razor seems blissed out, he rests his hand on my head and watches as I swallow his cock as far down as I possibly can. I gag for a second, but pull back and breathe deep, giving myself a chance to get used to his size. Ace’s tongue flickers over my clit and his nose presses between my ass cheeks. He sucks my nub into his mouth and I cry out at the overwhelming pleasure. It jolts through me like lightning.
I bob my head up and down on Razor’s cock, swirling my tongue over the shaft like a stripper twirling down a pole. He lifts his hips and buries his dick in my mouth deeper. I can feel it begin to twitch a bit.
Ace rolls his tongue over my clit as he sucks it into his mouth. It takes me to the edge, there’s nowhere left to go, I’m going to fall over. My muscles tense through my whole body as my orgasm ripples through me, making me grind and spasm back against Ace’s face.
“My turn,” he announces, flipping me around. “How about you sit back on Razor’s fat dick and suck me off.” He maneuvers me so I’m in the perfect position to take them both.
Leaning forward, I open my legs and straddle Razor, guiding him inside me as Ace stands up on the bed, swinging his dick in my face. I can feel every inch of Razor stretch me open as he fills me with his generous member. I push down against it until I can’t take a single inch more. Until he’s filled me completely.
It takes more than a second to find the right pace. Where I can slide up and down Razor’s cock and suck off Ace at the same time. With their guidance, I find that sweet spot and revel in how it feels to have two sexy men inside me at once. I love how I can feel Razor’s hands on my tits and Ace’s hands tangled in my hair as I suck and fuck them both.
I ride Razor’s dick hard and Ace digs his fingers into my hair and twists them up in his fists, fucking my face. His cock almost chokes me as he goes rough, slamming it in over my tongue while I suck him hard.
“Ahh, fuck I’m gonna cum.” Razor pulls me off his lap and I can feel his seed spurting onto my ass. In front of me, Ace thrusts his cock to my throat and his warm jizz splashes inside my mouth. There’s so much that I struggle to swallow it all and a little of his seed drips down from the corners of my mouth and dribbles down to my chin.
I have their cum dripping from my ass and off my face down onto my tits. I massage it into my skin, I’m going to get cleaned up after this anyway. Right now, I don’t want to be away from them, not even for as long as it takes to grab a towel. Right now, I sink back into their arms and can’t even really tell whose hands are whose when I get lost in their warmth, in their strength, in their love.
We lie back and enjoy the moment, and for once I’m not worried about the future or sad about the past, I’m just perfectly content in this moment with them.
Epilogue
Caitlin
“You guys are gonna start confusing me for a polar bear here soon.” I rub my hands over my very round belly self-consciously.
“Are you kidding? You’ve never looked sexier.” Razor joins me by the sink and hugs me from behind.
“Yeah, you’ve gotta say that.”
“Nope, he’s right,” Ace chimes in. He finishes stoking the fire and walks over to us. He hugs me from the front and I close my eyes as I enjoy the sensation of being pressed between them. Even if my beach ball belly is keeping Ace at an arms length.
“You guys are just being nice because I’m pregnant with your twins,” I pout. I’m not just saying this for compliments. I don’t want false praise. The truth is, I never did feel sexier than the first five months of this pregnancy.
Knowing that I’ve been growing two children from the men I’ve chosen to spend the rest of my life with, it made me wake up everyday with a smile. However, in the last two months, my stomach has grown so big I feel self-conscious. I knew logically that with twins this would happen. But, since when is pregnancy logical?
“Caitlin, we can barely keep our hands off you. You know that.” Ace brushes my hair from my face and stares into my eyes.
“In fact, since we’re all here, how about we show you just how fucking sexy you are right now,” Razor murmurs in my ear. His warm tongue drags a trail down over my neck.
“There’s nothing sexier than knowing a woman is carrying your baby. The fact that you’ve got two in there just makes you twice as irresistible.” Ace leans forward and presses his forehead to mine. “I’m with Razor, I can stand here and tell you how much I want you until I’m blue in the face, but that will only make me blue in the balls,” he laughs. “How about we show you?”
Razor’s hands travel down my sides and rest on my hips while he kisses my neck. Ace cups my face gently and blankets my lips with a sensual, slow kiss. One thing that’s changed since my belly popped is the guys are much more tender with me now. I never really understood what it meant to make love until I was so lovingly shared by them.
I sigh and let my eyelids flutter closed. A buzz begins to build inside me as I surrender to the simple pleasure of being loved by both of them. I open my mouth, surrendering to Ace’s kiss and grind my ass back into Razor.
I’ll say one thing, it can be easy to brush off the compliments and reassurances of one man. But when there are two of them earnestly looking you in the eyes and telling you from the heart how much they love you, how beautiful you are, and how much you’ve made their lives better, well, that’s a lot harder to ignore.
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bsp; Speaking of hard to ignore, the familiar girth of their steely cocks pressing into my pussy and my ass is damned near impossible to ignore.
“Ohhh,” I moan. The guys let their hands roam over me until I can’t tell who is touching me where, I’m just lost in the beauty of being so loved.
Suddenly my stomach twists tight and a shudder of pain shoots through me. “Oh!” I gasp loudly.
“Mmm, you make me so fucking hard,” Razor whispers.
I breathe in sharp and my face contorts with the pain. “Oh God,” I moan.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Razor stops and steps back from me.
“Are you okay?” Ace immediately drops his hands and searches my face for a clue about what is going on.
“I… I don’t know,” I struggle to catch my breath. The pain is so instant and so intense. I can’t even process what’s happening to my body. One second ago it was surrendering to pleasure and now I feel like my back is being stabbed by a hot dagger and my stomach is convulsing.
Whoosh! Splash!
“Oh fuck,” Ace is the first to speak as we all stare at the puddle at our feet. My water just broke. There’s no question that’s what’s going on here.
“No, no, no!” I start hyperventilating. “It’s too early! It’s two months until my due date,” panic grips my heart like a tree being seized as it’s covered in an ice storm.
Is your first pregnancy usually late? I’ve always heard horror stories of women being in labor for three days before finally giving birth. This is happening too fast and too soon. Tears streak over my face, blurring my vision and I struggle to catch my breath.
“Shit,” Razor steps around me and places his hand on my belly. A tidal wave of agony washes over me, shaking my body with little tremors. I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to keep them open, unable to do anything other than suffer. I can’t even remember how I’m supposed to breathe. Those tips and tricks all disappear from my mind as my entire being seems to fight one thing and one thing only: pain.
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