by Lee Savino
Yes, I drag my hips up and down, rubbing against him before tugging my panties to the side and sinking down on him. I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything.
I fuck him slowly, gritting my teeth at the stretch, a low hum in my throat at the delicious feel of him filling me.
“It’s been a while,” he gasps.
“Yeah.” I nuzzle his neck. We rock and shudder together. I squeeze my muscles around him, and his head drops, his lower half jerking as he fills me. “Thanks,” I murmur, and give him a kiss.
“Anytime,” he mumbles with a laugh.
Around the table, the guys have their cocks out.
“Table,” I murmur and Lincoln rises, lifting me up, laying me down. I reach for Elon, who already fists his cock. I watch him jerk off, admiring his freckled forearms, sleek with muscle covered in hair the color of rust. It doesn’t take me more than a grunt to convince him to let me suck him. As I do, Oren approaches the foot of the table and grasps my hips. The two dip in and out of me, filling my sight and senses until I’m shuddering between them. They cum with a cry, and retreat, leaving me shivering, ready for my own climax.
“My turn,” Mason growls. He pulls me to the edge of the table, flips me around. Bent in half, I grip the wooden edge helplessly as he pounds me from behind. The guys surrounding us murmur nervously. Faster, harder, I pant soundlessly as bright lights flash behind my eyes. My orgasm hits, rolling up from my core to my head, curling my toes. I sag and Mason grips my hair, making my body bow backwards as he plows my pussy. I dance on the end of his cock, jolting as electric pleasure sings through my limbs. Mason wraps an iron arm around my waist, holding me upright as he finishes, groaning. As I slump in his arms, he tugs my head to the side and fastens his mouth to my neck, sucking and kissing and claiming.
I’m shaking when he lets me go. Saint is there, touching me with caring fingers, offering me a glass of water.
“You ready, girl?” he rumbles, and I nod. He helps me up onto the table, lays me down on my back with my head hanging off, cradled in his hands. Slowly, he presses between my lips. The guys around us murmur in awe as I swallow Saint’s monster like I’ve been trained. “Fuck,” someone mutters. Maybe Tommy, or Roy. They’re in the corner together, stealing secret kisses while I share my body with the rest.
Saint glides in and out, plumbing deeper with each stroke. A touch between my legs makes me jump.
“Easy, girl,” Saint soothes. Someone’s leaning over me, strumming my clit, urging me to climax. Saint bows over me, palming my right breast, then my left,
Then I’m dreaming, suspended in time, as the twins come and clean me with soft washcloths. Saint strokes my hair, murmuring, “Good girl.” Mason brings a blanket, and Lincoln lifts me in his arms, and carries me to his room where we’ll sleep. I close my eyes and let it go, because I’m not worried about missing anything now. Tonight is not the end of my time with the lumberjacks.
It is the beginning.
Chapter 12
Sierra
“I can’t believe you’re a mother.” The blond guy on the computer screen laughs and shakes his head.
“Yeah, I know,” I say. “Our mom would be grandmother. Can you imagine that?”
“She’d hate hearing that,” the second guy says, leaning in front of his brother so he can see me. “She always made us call her Lynny. She’d probably make her grandkids do the same.”
I roll my eyes, chuckling with the two guys. The Skype connection stalls for a second and I switch to the chat bar.
Losing connection. Maybe I can visit next Christmas. You can meet your niece.
That’d be great. The message pops up in the chat box, even as the image of the two guys freezes. Just in case they can still see me, I wave before I sign off.
“So they’re your brothers?” Oren asks. He’s sitting on the end of the table, working on a new carving project. His foot is propped on his last project, a beautiful cradle made from one giant piece of wood. He moves his foot absently, making the cradle rock, even though there’s not a baby in there.
“Half-brothers. They’re down in New York state.” I close all the applications and shut the computer down.
Elon looks up from his knitting. He’s got a large ball of yarn in the softest pink. I don’t know what he’s working on now—there’s nothing more my daughter needs. He’s already knit a hat, blankie and tiny sweater. “You’ve never met them, right?”
“Nope.” That’ll change. I want my daughter to know her family. I rise and head toward Saint’s room. The door is cracked, so I knock.
“Enter.” His deep voice reaches every secret part of me. I open the door and stand with the computer cocked on my hips. The big man is perched on the edge of his bed, boots planted on the ground, pink blanket spilling over his shoulder. One giant hand hides my daughter’s lower torso. The other rubs her back. Nothing better than a big, beautiful man holding a baby. My ovaries sigh at the sight.
“She awake yet?”
“Nope.” Saint cranes his neck to check on her. I set the computer down and creep around to see her peaceful little face. As soon as I see her, everything in me relaxes. I can’t believe something so perfect came out of me. We did good, Jack.
My daughter’s lips pucker into a little heart when she sleeps.
“You can put her down,” I offer. “She’ll stay asleep. Or if she doesn’t, I’ll feed her.”
“I’m good,” Saint says, and nods to the computer. “Did you like your gift?”
“Yes, thank you. I don’t know how you found them. You work in mysterious ways.”
Saint chuckles. “That’s not your only gift.”
When I raise my brows, he jerks his head toward a nondescript box next to him on the bed.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“Another birthday present. We’ll use it tonight.”
I search his midnight dark eyes, my insides tingling. I’ve found the best sex toys come in bland packages.
“Better go rest up,” Saint says. “I’ll hold this baby. You take a nap. Later, you’ll need it.”
With a shiver and smile, I tiptoe out. Lincoln should be in his room.
Today was my birthday, and the guys went all out. In addition to all the baby stuff, Elon made me a matching sweater. Oren gave me a wood carving of a lithe little fairy holding a tiny blanket-bundled baby. Lincoln gave me a down coat and trapper hat made of faux fur. Roy and Tommy added to my music collection, and Mason gave me a new speaker system. Saint ordered me books and chocolate, and got the Skype connection to my half-brothers.
The guys made a chocolate sheet cake with a ganache topping too slick to stick a candle in, so they stacked biscuits into a pyramid and stuck candles in that instead.
I already have plans to express my gratitude. But first, Saint’s right. I need my rest.
When I get to Lincoln's room, he’s sitting propped on the bed, stroking his beard as he studies a report. His shirt is open halfway. When I knock lightly on the door, he turns to me and opens his arms.
“Did you enjoy meeting your brothers?” he asks, as I snuggle against him.
“Yes. I promised to visit one day.”
“Good plan.”
“I have no idea what to tell them about us. All of us.”
He shrugs. “You’ll think of something. I’m more worried about what you’re going to tell Riley when she gets old enough to ask why she has seven dads.”
“I’ll think of something,” I say, and yawn. I’ve already got an idea what I’ll tell my daughter, inspired by some of the books I’ve read. As Lincoln wraps his arms around me, his beard tickles my cheek. I burrow into his hold and close my eyes to dream of the story…
Once upon a time, there was a young woman who ran from a bad man into a forest. The way was long and hard, but she soon came to a camp of lumberjacks living in the deep, dark woods…
The End
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