She stepped away from the group. “Thanks. Um, can I ask what happened to Isabella?”
Lucy laughed. “Expect an extremely detailed, handwritten letter of apology in the mail.”
“No!”
“Hey, that’s the least sadistic thing I’ve heard of Judge Ingalls ordering. Usually she makes someone spend the night in jail. I guess because Isabella isn’t local she opted for the letter. I heard it took her three tries before the judge accepted it. And she ordered a certified copy of it get added to the case file.”
Sarah tried not to laugh too loudly. “Thank you for everything, Lucy.”
“Hey, no worries. And get with me in the next couple of weeks to talk about the other paperwork.”
“What other paperwork?”
She laughed. “For you and your two guys, duh. Call my office and set it up. Have a good evening.”
Sarah stared at her phone for a moment before returning to the group.
“Everything okay?” her dad asked.
She grinned. It felt light and easy. “Everything’s perfect.”
* * * *
After spending the evening together in the living room, the men playing video games with her dad and Jason, she finally got Jason put to bed. Despite her relief, he had school the next day and the men had to work.
And she desperately needed some alone time with her men.
Tonight, she didn’t want cuddling and coddling. Tonight she wanted loud, raunchy, hot, angry, full-on slutty sex.
The men were more than happy to oblige.
Sam pinned her on her back at the edge of the bed in a sixty-nine, his legs holding her arms motionless, leaving her helpless to do anything but take it as he fucked her mouth with his cock and her pussy with his tongue.
“Yeah, that’s it, babe,” Pete said. Her legs draped over the edge of the bed and she felt him grab them and throw them over his shoulders. Then he slid two fingers into her pussy while Sam latched onto her clit.
She screamed out her first orgasm around Sam’s cock in her mouth, making him moan.
“That’s it,” Pete said. “You just take it. You’re going to take as much as we give you tonight, aren’t you?”
She moaned, helpless to do anything but.
Pete added a third finger to her cunt, fucking her hard and fast with his hand while Sam’s skilled tongue tormented and teased another orgasm out of her. Her back arched a little from the force of it, but with the weight of his body pinning her to the mattress she couldn’t moved.
“Good girl,” Pete cooed. “That’s going to be my cock in there in a minute. But not until we get another one out of you.”
Sam reached around her thighs, never stopping what he was doing with his mouth, and pulled her legs back. It exposed her even more, leaving her ass at the end of the bed where Pete continued finger-fucking her.
Spread out, pinned down, and begging for more.
Between two men.
Raunchy has been achieved.
Then Pete withdrew his hand and she felt him rub her juices over her rim. He worked one, then two fingers into her ass while he slid three fingers of his other hand into her pussy.
She let out a long, loud moan when the orgasm ripped through her.
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby,” Pete said. “I can feel you squeezing my hand. You like that, don’t you?”
Sam was fucking her mouth harder, faster, almost gagging her with his cock and making it impossible for her to answer.
“I think you can do better than that,” Pete said. “One more. You’ve got it in you, don’t you?”
He added a third finger to her ass and by god yes, she could give them one more. Especially when Sam relentlessly sucked on her clit at the same time.
When the tremors eased up a bit, Pete withdrew both hands and she heard him walk into the bathroom and wash up.
Sam, however, kept her pinned right where she was, now lightly licking her clit, keeping her from quite coming all the way down. He sat up, though, when Pete rolled on a condom and drove his cock hard and deep into her cunt.
Sam sat back, pulling his cock from her mouth. But he didn’t let her go. He turned around, grabbed her arms, and raised them over her head. Then he gave her a wicked grin before lowering himself over her face again, her lips parting with a will of their own as she was once more sucking his cock.
“Yeah, baby,” Sam said. “You like sucking our cocks, don’t you. Look at me, don’t you close your eyes.”
She forced her eyes open and saw him smiling down at her.
Her heart twisted, melted.
Then Pete slowed his strokes. He reached between her legs and lightly flicked her swollen clit with his fingers, making her jump.
He laughed “Ah, you like that, huh?” He kept it up, until, between the delicious way his cock hit her G-spot on every stroke and the slight bite between the pleasure, her body unleashed again.
“Oh, fuck!” Sam gasped, picking up the tempo. “That’s it, baby. Take it. Take our cocks.”
They fucked her hard and fast until Pete came with a hard, deep thrust that drew another moan out of her and triggered Sam’s orgasm.
His balls drew up tight, his cock going hard and hot as he pumped his juices into her mouth.
The men untangled themselves from her, but she was almost asleep by the time the managed to get her back up the bed and cuddle on either side of her.
“Sweet dreams, baby,” Sam whispered after tenderly kissing her forehead.
Pete tucked an arm around her waist and kissed the back of her neck. “We’ll wake you up in the morning.”
That was fine with her, because all she wanted to do was collapse, safe and secure between her two men.
Chapter Twenty-Three
With the judgment finalized, Sarah could finally get back to the business of enjoying the Christmas season. She wondered if Jason really did still believe in Santa, or if he was just pretending for her sake.
On Christmas Eve, she sat on the edge of his bed and pulled the covers up. “You need to go to sleep, sweetie. It’s late. If you’re still up when he gets here, Santa won’t be able to leave your presents.”
He nodded and looked past her to the doorway where Sam and Pete stood with her dad. “Are you guys going to be here in the morning?”
“Of course, buddy,” Pete said. “We’ll be here.”
She resisted the urge to look over at them for fear she might start giggling. They were, in fact, spending the night with her behind her firmly locked bedroom door.
But Jason didn’t need to know that.
She was about to say something else when she heard something up on the roof.
Looking up, she realized she wasn’t the only one who heard it.
Jason’s jaw gaped. “Mom,” he whispered. “It’s Santa!”
No, it’s probably Braveheart, but we’ll go with Santa. “Then you’d better get to sleep right now,” she whispered back. She kissed his forehead and turned off his lamp before heading out the door, closing it behind her.
She waited until they were in the living room to say anything, keeping her tone soft. “Seriously, Dad? You let Braveheart out?”
He chuckled. “No, I didn’t. Not even sure it’s Braveheart. But I’ll wait a little while to go get the ladder and get whoever it is off the roof.”
“We’ll do it,” Pete said. “We don’t need any Christmas Eve goat-induced ER visits.”
They looked up again as the goat made its way over the living room and stopped.
She shook her head. “Dad, you have got to secure that pen better.”
“Hey, just be glad Hammy and Bacon can’t get up there.”
“Or Big Mac,” Sam teased.
“Holy crap.”
They all turned as Betty tapped on the sliders. Her arms were laden with brightly wrapped presents, so Sam walked over and opened the sliders for her.
“Walt, did you know you have a goat on the roof?” Betty asked.
Sarah helped her with
the packages, taking them over to the tree. “Yeah. Fortunately, it was perfect timing. Jason thought it was Santa’s sleigh. We’re waiting for him to go to sleep before we rescue the damn thing. He just went to bed.”
“Ah.” She laughed. “Too bad it didn’t have jingle bells on its collar.”
“You really need to do something about that tree, Dad,” Sarah scolded. “Wrap chicken wire or something around the trunk so they can’t get up into it.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, guess I will. Now that they know how, they don’t want to stop.”
“At least Gilbert can’t climb,” Sam joked.
“Thank god for that,” Sarah said.
* * * *
They retreated to Sarah’s bedroom and locked the door behind them. Her queen-sized bed, which the men had bought for her weeks earlier, was just large enough for them to curl up in.
The bedroom, unfortunately, was too small for a king.
Sam pushed her T-shirt up and bent down to kiss her bared belly. “We’re going to be busy tomorrow,” he mumbled against her flesh. “And I’m horny as hell.”
Pete nibbled on her neck. “Me, too.”
She swallowed hard. “You know that question you asked me a couple of weeks ago?”
Both men froze before looking at her. “Yes?” they said together.
She nodded. “Yeah. Let’s do it. As long as you don’t kill each other in the process.”
Both men wore identical grins and took turns kissing her.
“One more thing,” she softly said, wanting to get it out before she lost her nerve.
“Yeah?” they asked.
She took a breath and said it. “We still have a few weeks before my retest.” She licked her lips. “What do you think about me going off the pill now?”
The stunned looks on their faces took her by surprise. She prepared to backpedal when Sam grabbed her and crushed her lips with his.
“Do you mean it?” he hoarsely asked when he finally came up for air.
She nodded and looked at Pete. His lips curled in a sexy smile as he grabbed her and also kissed her again. “Oh, baby,” he whispered. “You just wait. We’re going to have you on your back every chance we get.”
Sam laid his hand on her stomach. “We’re going to have a Christmas baby this time next year.”
“I’m not pregnant yet.”
She thought his smile might break his face. “You will be.”
“You’re really okay with this?”
“Honey,” Pete said, “Jason’s been asking us about when he’s getting a brother or sister.”
“He has?”
“Well, yeah. Hasn’t he asked you that?”
“No.” She sat up and pulled her shirt down, but Sam pushed her back down onto the bed and lifted her shirt again. “What else has he asked you?”
“When we’re getting married,” Sam said before leaned in and engulfed her right nipple with his mouth.
She let out a soft moan.
“I’m thinking February,” Pete said, feathering his lips along her jaw. “Nice and cool. And perfect timing.”
“Huh?”
Sam looked up. “You think we’re kidding when we say we’re getting you knocked up as soon as we can? We aren’t.” He laid his hand on her stomach again.
She couldn’t remember Michael doing that more than two or three times while she was pregnant with Jason.
Sam’s expression sobered. “Sweetheart, I want more kids. As many as you want.”
Pete nodded his agreement. “We love Jason and he’s our son as far as we’re concerned, but we both came from big families.”
“We don’t plan on keeping you pregnant,” Sam said, “but yeah, at least one baby.” He lowered his head to her belly and traced patterns with his tongue and lips across her flesh. “Maybe we can talk you into a second one once this one’s older.”
He was already talking as if her getting pregnant was a done deal.
Never in her life could she have dreamed she’d ever love these two men more than she already did. But she was wrong.
That comment made her love them even more.
She’d always wanted at least one more baby, but Michael always had reasons not to. Unfortunately she now knew most of those reasons were financial. It would have risked exposing the financial juggling act he was already doing, as well as cut into his time with his mistresses.
In retrospect, she was glad she hadn’t had another with him.
But these two men were not Michael.
“Please fuck me,” she whispered.
Simultaneously, her panties and T-shirt were yanked off her, making her giggle. The men got naked and Sam rolled on top of her first, sliding his condom-sheathed cock deep inside her.
He stretched out on top of her, her legs pinned under him, giving him the perfect angle for his cock to glide against her clit with every stroke.
Pete leaned in, taking her left nipple in his mouth, her right cupped by his palm.
Sam stared down at her. “Come for us. Get used to it, because we’re going to fuck your brains out so well and often that all we’ll have to do is lean in and nip your earlobe to get you wet and begging for a fucking.”
Pete lifted his head from her breast and did just that. “Going to make you go around without panties,” he said. “We’ll stop by in the middle of the day and bend you over your desk and fuck you hard and fast. Fill you full of our cum until you’re carrying our baby.”
She let out a gasp as Sam bumped his hips into her, sending his cock deeper inside her cunt. His hazel gaze burned into her. “And at night you’re going to spend every night on your back with our cocks inside you, as much as we can get it up, so you go to sleep with your pussy filled.”
“And then,” Pete added, “once we get you pregnant, we’re going to spoil you absolutely rotten.”
“You’ll never be alone again,” Sam assured her. “Everyone’s going to know you belong to us, that you’re carrying our baby.”
Her climax crested and broke as Sam’s cock thrust into her cunt. Pete swallowed her cries with his mouth, muffling them as Sam picked up the pace and fucked her harder, faster, deeper, until he finished with her, his cock swelling and throbbing inside her cunt and filling the condom with his cum.
Pete wasted no time rolling a condom on, and as soon as Sam moved out of the way, Pete took his place. Only he hooked his arms under her knees and pushed them up, resting her legs on his shoulders.
He went hard and deep and slow, knowing just how to thrust to hit her G-spot and make her gasp with pleasure.
“And this is just one way I’ll fill you up,” he promised. “No blow jobs for you, baby. We’re not going to waste a single drop of it until we know we’ve done the job right.”
Sam returned to the bed and laced his fingers through hers, holding her hands over her head. He moved back and forth between her breasts, sucking one nipple between his lips, then the other.
The men certainly knew how to read her body, what to do to amp up her pleasure.
Sam nipped and sucked at her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure to her clit and making her cunt muscles contract around Pete’s cock.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Pete coaxed. “Just like that, baby. You know you want to come again for me, don’t you?”
Sam’s grip on her hands tightened. She was immobile, helpless.
Deeply gripped by love and lust and passion.
“Tell us,” Pete said, his tone deepening. “Tell us you want it.”
“Please fuck me. Please make me come.”
Instead of speeding up he slowed down, pulling a frustrated whimper from her.
“No, baby,” he softly coaxed. “Tell us what you really want. We want to hear it.”
Her breath came in gasps as she fell into his gaze. “I want you both to get me pregnant,” she whispered, wishing she could do it now, tonight. “I want to have your baby.”
He grinned. “Good girl.” He fucked her, hard,
fast, deep, jabbing thrusts that tipped her over the edge again. This time, it was Sam kissing her, covering her moans as the walls of her cunt clamped down on Pete’s cock. He rode her, holding back until he sensed she was through before letting his own orgasm explode with a satisfied groan.
As she lay there trying to recover, waiting for the men to release her and praying they never would, Pete kissed the insides of her knees before putting her legs down. Sam’s grip on her hands eased and he started nibbling on her lower lip.
“We’re not kidding, Sar,” Sam whispered, his face hovering over hers. “Get ready.”
Pete stretched out next to her, a seductive smile on his face. “And no panties tomorrow, baby.” He rested his hand flat on her stomach. “Because tomorrow we start practicing.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Is it almost time?” Jason asked.
Now three weeks into being eight years old, she knew he felt like he’d achieved a milestone.
She simply felt glad he’d made it at all.
Not today. No, today was a celebration, without a single bad thought to intrude. “Almost time, honey. Go see if Grandpa and Grandma are ready.”
“Okay.” He headed out, Sage and Dell on his heels, to go check.
“I’m glad we’re doing it casual,” Dana said as she tried to fix the barrette in Sarah’s hair. “I’d never keep the two of them clean otherwise.”
Sarah grinned at her in the mirror. “I don’t want fussy. I had fussy the first time around.”
“Judge Ingalls is really okay doing this, huh?”
“Yep. As long as I’m only legally marrying Sam, she said she’d do a ceremony for all three of us.”
“I’m glad Uncle Walt and Betty are tying the knot, too. He really looks happy.”
“I think we’re all happy now.”
Dana grinned. “Lucky bitch,” she said. “You landed two of them.”
Yes, she certainly had. Jason had gotten used to both men being there in the house when he woke up in the morning, although they tended to keep most of their frisky activity limited to the men’s house.
With only a wall between her bedroom and Jason’s, she wanted to keep things quiet. At the other house, once the move was complete, Jason’s bedroom would be several rooms down and across the hall from theirs.
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