by Violet Paige
“Now that you’re here, we’re much better.” She giggled.
He placed the tray on the table and sat next to her. He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her until she mewed.
His hand dropped to her breast. “I love how beautiful your body is,” he growled. He held her weighted breast in his palm. Brooke sighed.
He coasted over her nipple, grazing her belly. “And knowing my baby is inside you.” He kissed her again. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
She moaned as the kiss deepened. Her body fired with new tingles of sensation. Everything was heightened in this pregnancy. She wondered if it was double the pleasure most women felt.
“Don’t forget the other baby,” she teased.
“That’s right.” Lee walked into the room. “My baby is in there too.” He crawled onto the bed, pinning her under him with a delicious kiss.
“Mmm,” she moaned.
Tyler moved his hand to the side as Lee fit his along the edge of her belly. The bump was noticeable to the three of them because they knew what was inside. They knew how beautiful the lives were that were growing because of Brooke’s love.
Brooke broke free and glanced down at their hands on her belly. She didn’t know if she had ever loved these two men as much as she did right now.
“I still can’t believe we’re having twins,” she whispered. Tyler’s hand was the first to sink deeper between her legs.
“What did you think would happen?” Lee kissed her neck and lowered to her breast. He plucked her nipple between his teeth.
“And they love the mountains. They want to stay longer than just the weekend,” she whispered.
Her head rolled to the side, moaning as Tyler slipped a finger inside her. They were easier with her. More gentle, even when she begged for them to take things deeper or harder. They had already taken the role of fatherhood seriously. They worshipped her body in new ways.
“Do they?”
“Mmmhmm,” she answered. “They want to stay here. Have you keep me in bed,” she teased.
Ty growled. “I could consider it, as long as you take lots of naps in between.”
“You’re happy?” she asked, feeling her core tingle with electricity.
“Are you kidding?” Tyler flicked a free hand over her clit. “These babies are going to be amazing. With you as their mother…” He pumped a finger inside her as her back arched off the bed.
Lee’s tongue lapped at her nipple. “So fucking amazing.”
Brooke was lost in the dizzying haze of their lust. The things they could do to her body. Lee rolled on his back, dragging her on top of him. Her eyes locked on his as she scooted down to his waist.
Tyler was behind her, adjusting his cock to her pussy.
“Ohh, Tyler,” she hissed, wishing her would take her like he did the very first time. She missed those primal thrusts of his.
Lee’s sapphire eyes sparkled. “Let me fuck you next, baby.”
“Together?” she asked.
He shook his head. “No way. One at time. We love watching, too. Don’t forget how beautiful and sexy you are to us.”
She wanted them inside her again. She wanted to feel the fullness of everything they had created. But they were both so worried about her, creating new rules and guidelines that she thought were too restrictive.
“What if I told you we were having boys?” She grinned wickedly.
“What?” Lee almost rolled her to the floor in his surprise. Tyler caught her.
“Did you just say we’re having boys?”
She nodded, trying to hide the excitement she felt.
“I found out yesterday, but I was waiting until all three of us were together to tell you. I thought the cabin was the perfect place to break the news. I’m carrying your sons.”
Lee groaned. “Tyler?” He looked over her shoulder.
“Doesn’t the mother of your sons deserve what she wants?” she teased shamelessly. “Please. Just fuck me a little, Lee. Please. There’s one place you belong. Please fuck me together. I want both of you while I still can for another few months.”
At some point, she knew it wouldn’t be possible, but Brooke was five months pregnant. She could do this a few more weeks if they would just ease up on their protectiveness. The guys thought it was crazy she knew when she got pregnant, but she didn’t have any doubts. It was as if she could see the moment they gave her their babies. The day she walked into Tyler’s study during the basketball game. She could see it so clearly. One fucked her and then the other, filling her with enough essence to give her two perfect healthy beautiful boys.
“Shit,” Lee murmured. “How can I say no to you? I’m never easy on your ass, baby.”
She smiled. “I want it. You can be easy. I trust you.” She felt her stomach do somersaults. She loved this more than anything. Sex with both of them at once. Even if it was slower and gentler than before. Somehow it made it more intimate.
Tyler kissed her back. She knew they were going to give in. She was giddy, and thrilled. Controlled by hormones and lust. They switched places and Brooke happily climbed on Tyler, sliding his shaft deep inside her.
“Oh yes,” she moaned. It was home. Exactly where it was meant to be. She rode him with long sensual thrusts, rotating through her hips, squeezing his cock, feeling every thick inch of him.
Tyler’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Fucking nirvana.”
Lee pressed against her ass, rubbing it gently as his cock began to penetrate it. She didn’t need all the toys anymore or the special preparation. He had taken it, trained it, made it his.
“Oh, Lee,” she squealed as he pushed into her with a gentleness she’d never experienced with him.
Her eyes flew open to meet Tyler’s.
“We’re taking care of you and them.” He trailed his fingers over her swollen belly, as if that explained this style of lovemaking. The tenderness of knowing how to treat her body like a queen.
It felt so good taking it slow. It was satisfying in a new way. They eased in and out of her, rocking her orgasm to the surface before she could catch it and reign it in.
“Oh, God,” she called to the ceiling, as they both pushed inside her together. “I love you,” she whimpered. “I love you so much.”
The three of them came together in a last burst of thunder and lightning, searing the love and ecstasy into their skin.
Lee pulled out of her and laid down next to Tyler, making room for her to snuggle between them. Brooke was on her side, trying to catch her breath.
“I take it you’re happy about the news?” she giggled. “Two more boys in the house.”
Tyler laughed. “I don’t know how you kept that secret all night.”
She looked at Lee. “You were working late last night. It didn’t seem fair to tell only one of you. But I’ve been dying to tell you they are both boys. I found out three weeks earlier than I thought I would.”
He kissed her. “A son? Two sons? This is incredible.”
“And since you’re both in such a giving mood, can we stay all week? I don’t want to drive back to the city on Sunday. We need to stay. We need this time together.”
Lee exhaled. “The firewood pile does look a little low.”
She giggled. “I think it looks extremely low.”
Tyler twisted his mouth. “I haven’t checked the inventory for next year’s blizzard provisions. If we’re here with the kids, we probably need additional stock.”
“And I’d like to get started on decorating their nursery.”
“We’ll stay two weeks then,” Lee stated.
“Really?” she squealed.
Tyler eyed his friend. “I don’t know if I can do all of that, but I’ll add a week to my schedule if it makes our wife happy.”
“Oh it makes her very happy.” Brooke smiled. “I love this place. Almost as much as I love you two.”
She felt the love and warmth wrap around her. Tyler’s hand rested on her stomach. Their babies were safe and p
rotected. No, it wasn’t conventional. No, it wasn’t what she had planned in her life.
But falling in love with these men was meant to be. This was her happily ever after. Now she knew the real meaning of family. The meaning of truth and safety. It was all here in this bed. Their arms wrapped around her as Brooke drifted to sleep.
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One
Bruin
The taste of salt in the South Floridian air mixed with the taste of top-shelf whisky on my tongue as I leaned back against the bar, surveying the scene. No matter how often I visited or how long I stayed, the smell of the sea and the sound of the waters lapping up against the wooden boardwalk under my feet never got old, whether the sun was glaring down and browning my skin or the moon was lighting up a shining path across the waters, like it was tonight.
It was a dockside bar, one I’d been to more than a few times on my business trips to Ft. Lauderdale. If I were local, I’d be a regular, and the bartender knew me as well as she could know anyone without knowing their name. I preferred it that way. It was important to have places like this bar—places where a man could slip out of the high-stakes world of business and lose himself in a world of rum, whisky, music, and women. Most men either let the stress of this life eat them alive, or they got lost in all the pleasures it brought them.
Not me. I was stronger.
“Another, sir?” I heard to my right from behind the bar.
The bartender had appeared the moment I set my empty glass down, and I saw she already had another Old Fashioned ready for me, the cherry and orange looking like they’d fallen straight out of the grove. She’d been waiting on me hand and foot since I walked in, because she knew that I treated my servers right.
She’d also had her eyes on me for another reason, but I didn’t like to mix that kind of pleasure with business.
I gave her the slightest nod and a crack of a smile, and she returned one twice as wide as she walked away, her hips swaying just enough to make me think about her a little longer.
To her credit, she was subtle. More subtle than most of the women here. She waited until she thought I wasn’t looking to let her eyes drift to my thick calves that my tight-fitting shorts exposed. When I had my back to her, I could feel her eyes on my ass, traveling up to the rippling muscles of my back that were just barely hidden by my white button-down. It was unbuttoned to the bottom of my pecs, and its sleeves were rolled up to my elbows.
Every part of me that I showed off was measured.
I didn’t need to tell anyone how much time I spent in the gym, working my body to perfection. When I did something as simple as picking up the new drink and giving her a subtle nod, I did so with total control over my body, every move of my thick muscles measured. It had an effect on people.
I wasn’t so vain that I’d ask, but I thought that it had something to do with my gaze. Nobody had to tell me that I had a natural, commanding air about me. I knew it by everyone’s demeanor.
And in a bar like this, people showed it in ways that were as subtle as a fireworks display.
A table at the far end of the bar had about five young women at it, and the moment my gaze went to them, all but one of them looked away, hiding smiles and chatting to each other as if they hadn’t been sizing me up a moment ago. They wore designer swimwear, a couple of them wearing bikinis from brands that I knew to be more valuable than some of the top-shelf liquor here. Perfect hair, perfect makeup, designer shoes, and a couple of them in short shorts that hugged impeccably toned asses.
But they were young—probably freshmen college students at Nova out on their first night, still riding that first high of having their way with their daddies’ credit cards away from their hometowns. I was impressed that one of them was still looking at me, making eye contact. She had dark skin and short hair, and her dark eyes told me she knew exactly what she wanted out of life.
Part of my job was to recognize potential, and she was brimming with it. I could tell.
But she was too young for me. I was thirty, and I always thought that men my age going after women that age were playing in a shallow pond they were too big for.
Our eye contact lasted about half a second before I smiled and looked elsewhere, shutting her down subtly. I could tell she was going places in life, but my bedroom wasn’t going to be one of them. There were plenty of local young men who could oblige her.
My eyes moved across the room and held attention as though my gaze was my physical presence. I passed over a group of medical students that I could recognize by the tight-bound hair and the stress that radiated off them. I enjoyed relieving that stress, sometimes, but not tonight. Maybe it was the whisky putting me in just the right headspace, but I wanted something I’d remember.
That didn’t happen often, though.
The sound of awkward laughter I could barely hear through the music drew my attention to the bar to my left. I knew that kind of laugh.
There was a woman leaning against the bar that my eyes drank in immediately. She had olive skin and legs so long she could probably lean over the bar and show off that ass she had, rounder than any I’d seen tonight. Curly black hair spilled down past her shoulders, dancing just below the straps of a black bikini top. Her face in profile showed full lips and smoldering eyes.
She was talking to a man that was a few years younger than her, probably more in league with the freshmen girls, and she clearly wasn’t interested. The guy was broad-shouldered and had the look of an athlete about him—strong, but untested.
I got the bartender’s attention with a glance, and she made her way over to me. I nodded to the brunette. “Vodka cranberry for her. Let her know it’s from me.”
The bartender gave me a tight, knowing smile, but she obeyed. She always did. I’d have to thank her for her service one of these days, or at least set her up with a colleague of mine she’d appreciate.
I watched the drink go to the mystery girl, who looked surprised, but not as surprised as the guy. The girl looked back to me, and those eyes of hers lit up with a spark of interest. She paused for a moment, but I watched a smile play across her face before she turned to the guy to say something. I could read her lips well enough to know she was saying something to the effect of “. . . my friend over there,” pointing to me, and she gave the unsuccessful man a slight wave before making her way over to me.
The guy glared at me for a moment, sizing me up, but the look I gave him put him in his place. It was close to closing time, but at least he wasn’t drunk enough to think he could start trouble over what I’d done.
“Thanks for that,” the girl said as she took her place at my side, leaning against the bar and taking a sip of the drink. She let her eyes do a little drinking of their own. “How did you know I like vodka?” she asked.
“Lucky guess,” I admitted with a smile. I arched an eyebrow at her. “That accent of yours. Greek, isn’t it?”
She brightened a little, genuinely surprised. “Wow, I’m impressed. You’re the first one to guess it right. I’ve been listening to guys ask if I’m Russian all night.”
“That one wasn’t a guess,” I said, still not turning my body to face her. I was still sizing this one up, after all. “I’ve had business there a few times. But wait, Russian? Really?”
“I know, right?” she said with a laugh, rolling her eyes.
“So, what brings you all the
way to Florida?” I asked. “Law school?”
She blushed, giggling. “Flattering, but I’m out celebrating a job with a couple of my friends. We just got hired as servers at one of the five-star resorts around here.” She pointed across the open-air bar to the rows upon rows of glittering high-rises that loomed over the beach. “That one’s me,” she said with a smile, knowing there was no way to make out individual hotels here.
I laughed, leaning into her and pretending to look where she was pointing. “Ahh, yes, that’s a nice one.” She giggled and bumped her hips into me, and I held up my drink to her. “But I think congratulations are in order.”
“I think so too,” she said with a little pride I admired, clinking glasses with me as we drank.
“Where are your friends?” I asked, looking around the bar. She rolled her eyes and pointed to a couple of men in short-shorts who had their hands in each other’s back pockets, clearly flirting with each other.
“They’re here, just a little distracted,” she said, leaning into me and smiling. “I’m feeling...what do you call it, ‘third wheel syndrome’?”
I laughed, sliding my hand around her waist and feeling the soft give of her hips, drawing them into me. She put up no resistance, her eyes lidded as she looked up at me. “Close enough,” I said in a low tone, “but spending the night as a third wheel is no way to celebrate a new job.”
“No, it isn’t,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone, her eyes sparkling hopefully up at me. “What do you suggest?”
My smile grew more meaningful, and I reached down to brush a little curly hair away from her ear to whisper into it in a husky tone. “I think we should fix that,” my voice rumbled softly, and I felt her shiver, her smile growing. “And give you a taste of something you deserve.”
She didn’t need much more encouragement. They never did. She quickly finished off her drink and set it on the bar, and I took out a wad of cash that I placed next to it, nodding to the bartender.
