by Marla Monroe
“The table? Are you crazy?”
“No. Think about it. We’ll pad the table with towels, so it won’t be quite so hard, but it will give her something sturdy to hold on to when she needs to push, and we’ll be close to the kitchen sink for water.”
“I don’t know. We need to rethink that,” Benton said.
“It will be a lot easier to clean up the mess, too. Think about it, man. We don’t have anything big enough to put on the bed to keep from ruining the mattress. The table will be perfect. I can sit in a chair and catch the baby easier than kneeling on a soft bed.”
Travis was sure his idea was the best option. Benton would think it over in his own way and agree later. Until then, he’d fuss at Travis about it. That was how Benton did things. Travis was used to him now. They’d been together for so long now it was like arguing with his brother.
“I’ll think about it, but that sounds awful hard on Gail to me.”
“Not if we pad the table with plenty of towels. We can wash them so it won’t matter if they get bloody.” Travis nearly burst out laughing at the panicked expression on the other man’s face.
“I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
“Benton, we need to talk about it before it’s too late. I’ll gather what we need and have it ready in a dishpan. You bone up on the process in the books as often as you can. We need to have it down good before she actually goes into labor. I don’t want Gail to worry about what’s happening. She’ll have plenty to deal with, with the contractions.”
“Fine. I’ll read. You deal with the rest.”
“You can’t pretend it’s going to happen, man. You need to have a better attitude about it. We’re going to have a son or daughter to love and raise.”
“I’m all for that. I can’t wait, really, but birthing is what scares me. I’m afraid something bad will happen, and we won’t know what to do.” Benton’s face almost crumpled. “What will we do if something happens to Gail? I couldn’t stand it, Travis.”
“Neither could I, but we have to be prepared to handle whatever happens and take care of her. Being prepared is the key.”
“You’re right. I’ll bone up on childbirth and gather up all the towels we don’t use to have ready. Any idea when she’ll most likely go into labor?” Benton asked.
Travis sighed. He didn’t have a clue. All any of them knew was that it would be sometime in May or June. They’d have just finished planting and would be keeping the grass out of the garden then.
“What about the wolves?” Benton asked.
“What about them?”
“They can’t be around when she goes into labor.”
“Why not?”
“All that blood and the baby, man. They might get aggressive.”
“I think they’ll soothe her. They know she’s pregnant. You can tell by how careful they around her and how they nuzzled her belly all the time. They’ll know what’s going on when she goes into labor. You’ll see. I don’t think locking them outside will be a good idea. Not only will it upset Gail, which we sure as hell don’t want to do while she’s in labor, but they’ll go wild outside trying to get inside to check on her.”
“Fuck. I don’t like them being around her. I sure as hell don’t trust them.”
“They’re good to have around. I think the fact that they’re here is what has kept that damn bear out of the house area,” Travis said.
“Maybe so.” Benton didn’t sound convinced.
“Stop worrying now. We need to get this damn stroller finished and get down to our woman.”
Travis worked next to Benton for the next thirty minutes then stood and grinned at the stroller. They’d done it. Everything was together. He checked out the baby bed one more time before helping Benton clean up the boxes, paper, and tools. They carried everything back down and outside to burn later.
“Everything go together okay?” Gail asked when they’d returned to the living room.
“All put together. It only took us all afternoon,” Benton complained.
“We had a lot to work on,” Travis said.
“I took out some steaks. Feel like cooking them when they are thawed enough?” she asked.
“No problem,” Travis told her. “Are you feeling bad?”
“No, I just want to rest up some, so I can go through the bins you carry upstairs for me. I want to put away some of it before time for bed.”
“Don’t overdo it, hon. You’ve already made two batches of bread today.” Benton shot a look at Travis.
Travis knew Benton wanted him to back him up on that. Instead he compromised.
“We’ll see how you feel after supper. If you’re not too worn out or your feet too swollen, we’ll carry up one bin for you to go through.”
“You’re getting as bad as Benton with ordering me around. If I tell you to carry that thing upstairs, you’re going to do it or suffer my wrath,” Gail told him with a huff.
Travis knew he would regret it, but she was so darn cute he couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Her face grew a rosy shade of pink as she propped her hands on her waist with her baby belly sticking out. She aimed him a look meant to slay.
“Don’t you dare laugh at me, Trenton Lawrence. You’ll do without for the remainder of my pregnancy and ten weeks after to boot,” she said.
“Six weeks,” Trenton teased.
“Ten weeks if you and Benton don’t behave yourselves.”
“Travis, shut the fuck up.” Benton pulled Gail into his arms.
“Shutting the fuck up.”
Chapter Six
“Please, Travis, Benton? I want you both. I’m so fucking horny I’m going to combust if you don’t play with me. Please.” Gail wanted to knock both men over the head.
They didn’t want to hurt her by fucking her. She was tired of them fingering her and licking her pussy. God, she’d never thought she’d say that to them. It seemed like a sin to even think about it, but she was horny and only their big hard cocks would do.
“We aren’t both taking you while you’re pregnant. It’s too much with the baby there, too. Once you’ve recovered we’ll be all for it,” Benton said.
“Travis, you’re usually the voice of reason. Tell Benton it’s okay,” she said.
“I’m with Benton on this,” Travis told her.
“The books said having sex all the way up until I go into labor is safe and fine. Why are you being this way?”
“The books were talking about normal, one-on-one sex, babe. Not a two-for-one. Benton can take care of you, and I’ll come in that potty mouth of yours. Remember that when the baby comes you can’t talk like that,” he said, mimicking her telling them repeatedly not to curse in front of the baby.
“Damn you guys. I need you,” she whined.
Ever since she’d gotten pregnant, she’d had an overactive libido, wanting sex all the time. The guys had thoroughly enjoyed it until she’d gotten so far along that her baby belly reminded them that she was carrying their child. Then they’d backed off some, and lately they’d refused to take her at the same time.
“Fine. One at a time, but I want both of you. I miss having you inside of me every night,” she pouted.
“You can stick that lip back in where it’s supposed to be. You’re at least eight months pregnant, babe. We aren’t taking any chances that we’ll cause you to go into labor early. Nice and easy, or not at all,” Travis said, crossing his arms.
Gail sighed. “Okay.”
Benton smiled and climbed onto the bed, laying on his back. They’d figured out that either doggy style or cowgirl were the only comfortable ways they could screw now. Gail crawled over to take his hard cock inside of her. Her pussy was already wet and ready for him. She got wet all the time now. It was like when it got time for bed, she soaked her panties.
The instant she lowered herself onto Benton’s hard shaft, Gail felt good. She moaned then lifted and dropped back down. Benton helped her since she was ripe with their baby. She rode him
as he pumped his hips up into her.
“Oh, God, Benton. You feel so good inside of me,” Gail said.
“Your pussy is hot and wet, hon. Feels so fucking good.” Benton was watching where their bodies were joined.
Gail loved how excited he got when he watched her take his hard dick deep inside her body. It was a turn-on for her to see the slack expression on his face the closer he came to climax. She wasn’t far behind. Her body was tightening, primed and ready to come. All it would take was a good swipe across her clit. She almost reached down to do it herself, but knew that Benton enjoyed doing that for her. She groaned as he pulled back then let her sink back down on him while he thrust upward once more.
“Your pussy feels so damn good, Gail. I love sinking my cock all the way in that tight cunt.” Benton’s words had her even closer.
“Please, Benton. I need to come. I’m so close.”
“I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you. Just a few seconds longer. You feel too good to stop.”
Gail knew he’d go over with her when she squeezed down on him during her orgasm. He always did. Hers always triggered both men’s. It was amazing how they nearly always came together.
“There we go, hon. Come for me.” Benton rubbed the pad of his callused thumb over her clit, and just like that, she shot over.
Her strangled scream covered Benton’s shout as he shot cum deep inside of her. She shivered over him as he thrust a few more times before collapsing back against the mattress once more.
Gail couldn’t fall over on top of him, as she’d use to do, with her belly so large. Now, she allowed Travis to help her off Benton’s softening cock to curl up next to him. She’d take care of Travis once she’d caught her breath. There was no way she’d leave him lacking. He was always so patient with her when it came to sex.
“That was so fucking good, hon. Are you okay?” he asked.
“Mmm. Great. Let me bask,” she teased.
“Bask? What does that mean?” Benton asked.
“It means enjoy the afterglow, taking in the moment.” Gail smiled up at him.
“So, it was good for you, huh?” he asked.
“Always. It’s always good with both of you guys.”
She rolled over and grasped Travis’s cock before he could move away. He groaned as she squeezed it.
“Rest a while, babe. I can wait. You’ll wear yourself out.” Travis tugged gently on her hair.
“I’m all rested and want to suck your dick now. Get off the bed, Travis.”
Gail scooted over to sit on the edge so that Travis would be in the perfect position for her to take him in her mouth. Instead of following her directions, he sat next to her.
“You know you don’t have to do this, babe. I’m fine. I can wait until next time. Both of us don’t have to come every time. We won’t think any less of you or be jealous of the other one,” he said.
Travis wrapped his arm around her shoulders and tugged on her hair again. He was always playing with her hair. She knew he loved it when she let it drag across his chest or his cock.
“I know, Travis, but I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t want to or feel like it. I want to suck you. I want to feel that thick part of you in my mouth where I can lick and suck and tease you with my tongue.”
Travis groaned like she knew he would. She could talk either one of them into an erection every time. She loved that about them. They wanted her at the drop of a word or phrase.
“If you’re sure.” Travis looked at her before standing up, having seen what he needed to see in her eyes.
Gail grasped his shaft and pumped it once to give her that little pearl of pre-cum she loved to taste. She licked over the slit and moaned at the salty taste of him. Then she licked up the underside of his dick before sucking him deep inside her mouth. She reached around and squeezed his ass cheeks before using one hand to massage his balls and the other hand to grasp his cock. While she held the stiff shaft in her mouth, Gail sucked him in then came back off of him as she swirled the tip of her tongue around the underside of the crown of his dick.
“Fuck, your mouth is so damn hot and wet.” Travis tangled both hands in her hair.
He didn’t try to hold her head or force her down on him. He just held her hair in his hands, occasionally tugging on it in the throes of his excitement. Gail licked then sucked him back down before swallowing around him.
“God, yes. Just like that. Holy hell, babe. That’s so good.”
Gail moaned around his cock then used just a little of her teeth to rake over his shaft before going all the way back down on him and swallowing again.
She felt him when he went up on his toes as she swallowed. He was close. Just on the edge. She could always tell by that. Gail moved up and down his shaft in quick little sucks then raked her nails over his balls while she swallowed around his cock at the same time. He dug his nails into her scalp and shouted as he emptied his seed down her throat. Gail had to swallow fast as he filled her mouth, as well. He pulled back when she kept sucking.
“Fuck, babe. That was amazing. You’re so damn good at sucking me off. I have a hard time deciding which I want more, your pussy, your ass, or your mouth,” he said.
“Well, since I love anywhere you take me, that’s fine. I like that you want me, Travis.” She turned to Benton. “I love it that both of you get hard for me all the time. It makes me feel sexy even though I’m fat as a pig.”
“You’re not fat at all,” Benton said. “You’re full of baby. There’s not an ounce of fat on you. I’d hoped you’d gain a little more weight with the pregnancy, but you’re all baby.”
“If you say so.” Gail sighed and stood. “I need to clean up. I’ll be right back.”
She returned a few minutes later to find Benton snoring while Travis sat on the other side of the bed waiting on her. She chuckled softly, pointing at the other man.
“Yeah, you wore him out. I don’t think you were gone more than a few seconds before he was sawing logs.” Travis helped her climb up on the bed then curled around her with one hand on her belly. “Good night, babe.”
“Night, Travis.”
* * * *
Several days later, Gail rubbed her lower back. Lately it had started to ache when she was on her feet for very long at a time. She’d just finished making two pans of flatbread and had three steaks covered with a cloth defrosting next to the fire. Travis had gone hunting for some fresh meat for a change, and Benton was dozing in his chair. She walked across to the table and set down to rest her back. Sasha and Wolfie laid their heads in her lap. She rubbed them absently when Benton walked in.
“You look tired, honey. You need to rest some,” he said.
“I’m not really tired. My back aches. That’s all. I guess having this huge baby belly sticking out is pulling on it.”
“That’s why you need to go lay down for a while. When Travis gets back, I’ll cook the steaks while he takes care of whatever he kills.”
“I hope it’s not deer. I’m ready for a nice rabbit or a few squirrels.”
“I agree. Never thought I’d get tired of deer,” Benton said.
He urged her into the living room where he sat down at the opposite end of the couch to rub her feet while she lay down.
“Will you rub my back instead?” she asked.
“Of course. Turn over so I can get to it.”
Gail faced the back of the couch and moaned the instant Benton began massaging her lower back.
“That feels better than sex.”
“I sure as hell hope not,” Benton teased.
“Close enough.”
“You don’t think you’re in labor, do you?” Benton asked a few seconds later.
“No. It’s not back labor. I think that usually hits your back and runs around to your belly. I’m not quite due yet. It’s just back pain from the pull of my belly on my back. I’m fine. Especially with your hands kneading my back muscles.”
“I live to serve, hon. Is the pain going away now?
”
“It’s much better. I don’t think it’s going to go completely away until I have this bowling ball,” she said.
“I hate that you’re so uncomfortable.” Benton stood and leaned over to kiss her gently on the lips. “I’ll rub your back until you fall asleep. Sound good?”
“Mmm, sounds perfect.”
Minutes later, she was still awake, but feeling much better. She wasn’t really sleepy and felt fairly good despite her back aching.
“I need to get up, Benton. I need to pee.”
“I thought you were going to take a nap.” He helped her roll over so that she didn’t roll off the couch.
“I’m not sleepy. Now my back feels better, so I want to go work on the nursery some.”
“I’ll help you up the stairs after you go to the bathroom. I’ll wait right outside the door.”
“Benton. I’m not an invalid. I can manage to pee by myself. At least sit on the couch until I’m ready. I don’t want you listening outside the damn door.”
“Sorry.” Benton winced at her sharp voice.
Gail sighed. She couldn’t seem to keep her hormones from pushing her from one extreme to the other. The poor men got the brunt of it.
As soon as she’d finished in the bathroom, Benton was back, ushering her up the stairs with him behind her in case she lost her footing or became overbalanced. It was so sweet that he was that careful with her, but sometimes he smothered her with it.
Once she’d negotiated the stairs without giving Benton a heart attack, she walked into the room they’d designated as the nursery and sat in the chair they’d placed up there for her.
“Still feeling okay?” Benton asked.
“I’m fine. Well, except for the kicking. I swear this is a soccer player rolling around in my belly.” Gail grabbed Benton’s hand and placed over the spot where the baby was bumping against her belly.
“Wow, he is a little kicker. As much as I like that he’s moving around so much, I wish he’d give you some rest.” Benton lifted his hand to cup her face. “You haven’t been sleeping well these last few weeks.”
