by Marla Monroe
“I don’t want her to get sick. We’ll be extra careful with her.”
“You can’t prevent colic, Benton. It’s just something that happens sometimes. I’ve read all over the books we have, and nothing really cures it. Rubbing her belly and walking her helps, but it doesn’t always.” She sighed and changed baby Grace to her other breast.
Benton took a soft cloth and patted her nipple then held it there for a few seconds to absorb the leakage. When she looked over at him, he waggled his brows suggestively.
“Pervert.”
“Can’t help it. You’ve got great big boobs now. They’re a man’s fondest wish.”
“I might even get to keep them once I finish breastfeeding,” she told him.
“I can only pray.”
Gail giggled then quieted when baby Grace’s eyes opened to stare up at her. She adjusted her in the crook of her arm and sighed with contentment. She was so lucky to have this perfect little person as well as her amazing men. They were doing everything they could to make all of it easy on her when they still had the garden to take care of. For the last five weeks, they’d catered to her as she’d negotiated the world of taking care of an infant.
The baby slept in the baby bed in their room with the men taking turns getting up with her to help Gail feed her then putting her back to bed after burping her. It gave the other man time to rest before his turn. During the day, one of them would carry baby Grace downstairs while the other one would help her down. They’d set up a car seat that she could carry around by the handle when she wanted to move from one room to the other. They hadn’t allowed her to carry anything for the first few weeks, but after she’d thrown a super temper tantrum, they’d relented and allowed her to cart the seat with her.
Now she spent the day taking care of and feeding Grace while making flatbread or making sandwiches for the men. She kept their tea pitchers full and rested in between. She wanted to sit out on the back porch, but they said it wasn’t a good idea for the baby to be outside yet. She didn’t argue.
One of the things she truly enjoyed was dressing her little girl up in one of the hundreds of outfits she had that fit. She’d gone through the dresser and removed all the little boy clothes and filled it with baby girl outfits. Each drawer held a different size. Right now, she was still in the infant sizes as she’d been a tiny little girl when she’d been born. They hadn’t had scales to weigh her, but she was sure she was a little early since she’d only been sixteen inches in length.
It didn’t matter. She was perfect in every way. Gail kept her with her no matter where she went. If she was in the kitchen, she had Grace on one of the upturned chairs in the baby carrier slash car seat. It fit perfectly between the chair legs and kept her off the floor. Gail was afraid to leave her on the table in case she moved and the carrier rocked off it.
The wolves split their time between her and the baby when Gail was busy working in the kitchen. Two would sit or lay on either side of the baby, and two would follow her as she puttered around doing little things that made her feel productive while the men were working so hard outside.
One of them would check on her about every hour. She poured them tea for him to carry out with him, then the other one would show up with the empty glasses an hour later.
“You know the wolves will let you know if something’s wrong, Travis,” she told him the next time he walked inside. “You don’t need to come in every few minutes.”
“We don’t come in that often. Besides, how can they get out to let us know you need us?” he asked.
Gail looked over at Wolfie. “Go on outside, Wolfie.”
The largest of the four stood and padded over to the back door. He stood up and used his paws to turn the knob then walked out on the porch before nudging open the screen door. He barked once. Gail grinned over at the gaping Travis.
“Come on back in, boy. You were great.”
Travis’s eyes widened as the wolf nosed the screen door open, walked back inside, and closed the back door by himself. He lay down at the door as if guarding it. Gail knew Travis had thought the wolves were well trained, but he really hadn’t paid much attention to just how well trained they really were.
“That’s amazing. I won’t worry nearly as much now. Can’t wait to tell Benton about this. He still isn’t convinced they’re not completely wild and have you fooled,” Travis said.
“They’ll protect me and Grace with their lives, Travis. I know it deep in my heart. They see us all as a pack, and Grace is the baby in it. You’ll see. One day they’ll prove their loyalty to us.”
“As much as I hope you’re right. I don’t want there to ever come a day where we have to depend on them to do that.” Travis kissed her soundly on the mouth. “Stay safe, babe. I’m going back outside to the garden. Send one of the wolves if you need us.”
“Wait. Take another glass of tea out with you. I’m sure Benton will be thirsty by now.” Gail poured two glasses.
Travis downed his and handed the empty one back to her before carrying the other with him. Wolfie stood and moved out of the man’s way then returned to his place guarding the door.
“You’re all perfectly good wolves. Don’t let either man bother you. They’re just overprotective of me and Grace. They like you, too.” Gail gave each of them a good head rub then caught sight of Grace waking up and squelching up her face as if she were about to cry.
She reached over and pulled little Grace from the seat and checked her diaper. She needed a change, then it would be time to feed her again. Gail carried her to the couch where she kept all the supplies she needed so that she didn’t have to take a chance climbing the stairs with the men outside. She changed Grace on the soft towel she kept on one end of the couch and tied up the dirty diaper in a bag for the men to carry out and bury later. Then she sat with baby Grace and fed her. This was her special time with her little girl. She loved watching her as she fed, and brushed her knuckles lightly across her tiny cheek.
“I love you so much, little Grace. The guys love you, too. They get all gooey eyed when they hold you. It’s so cute. I try to keep them from making baby talk to you, but they can’t help it. I want them to talk adult with you so you’ll know how to talk sooner. Can’t break them of the habit though. You’ll just have to learn from me and ignore them.”
Gail smiled down at her tiny angel until she was finished eating then burped her and rocked her to sleep before slipping her back in the carrier. Then she began making pot pies for supper. She couldn’t wait until they had corn to give her something different to make their bread from. The flatbread out of flax and other plants had gotten old fast. She prayed the corn would produce enough for them to grind into grain.
The one thing she wished they had but didn’t were cows. When Grace grew up past breastfeeding, she would need milk to grow strong bones. Maybe they’d find a cow wandering around. Hell, she’d settle for a goat, though goat’s milk tasted funny. She remembered that from living on the farm before she’d found Benton and Travis.
By the time the men had returned, Gail had the pies ready and was holding Grace after having changed her. She couldn’t wait for bath time. She loved sponging her off with the guys helping. It proved to be a bonding time for the three of them. Grace’s pretty blue eyes followed them as they leaned over her. So far, she had light blue eyes with a dark tuft of hair on the top of her head.
Benton had wanted to put a bow on it, but she’d refused until Grace was older. She didn’t want any chance the bow would hurt her soft spot. Benton had agreed, and that was the end of that for now. She had no doubt her poor baby would end up wearing bows as soon as she’d let the man put one on her. They adored her nearly as much as she did.
“How is the garden doing?” she asked.
“Damn good, but so is the grass. We’re going to have to really work this thing until the ground freezes, or we’ll end up with tons of it again next year. I’m hoping we can slowly work it so that in a few years we don’t have nearly
the trouble we’re having now,” Travis said.
“I hate that you’re having to do it all by yourself. I want to help,” she said.
“You can help some once we get ready to harvest. You’ll have so much to do putting everything up, you should rest and enjoy your free time for now. We’ll probably have to help you with the baby by then so you can get everything canned and whatever you need to do to it,” Benton told her.
“The baby will be a good eight or nine weeks by the time you get the early part of the harvest. We’ll just get a few tomatoes, some okra, and some squash to begin with,” Travis said. “Then, by mid-July, it will really start coming in.”
“I can’t wait. I want to do something besides walk around entertaining myself while Grace is asleep,” she told them.
“Don’t worry. It won’t be long now.” Benton peered over at Grace who’d been watching them as they’d talked over her. “How is my little butterbean?”
“She’s not a butterbean,” Travis said. “She’s a buttercup.”
“She’s a baby who doesn’t need to hear your baby talk.” Gail bent over and kissed her on the forehead. “Do you, Grace?”
Grace bubbled out a noise that didn’t mean much of anything, but Gail chose to hear it as agreement. She nodded at the men.
“What?” Travis asked.
“She agreed.”
“No, she did not. She burped,” Benton said.
“She just gurgled,” Travis added.
“Neither one of you have been around her as much as I have. She agreed with me. I know her baby talk.” Gail smiled then pushed past them to finish setting the table. “Go wash up. It’s time to eat.”
The two men growled, rubbing their bellies, and disappeared into the living room. She poured tea then set the pies on a potholder after getting them out of the oven where she’d left them to keep the bugs off them. Even though it didn’t work, it was good for storing food so that flies and gnats weren’t flying around it.
The sound of stomping feet on the stairs alerted her that the men were on their way back down. Grace started cooing as if knowing her dads were close by. Gail walked over and kissed the baby.
“Crap, did we wake her up? We’ve got to learn not to be so noisy on the stairs,” Benton said.
“No, she was already awake. However, you do need to learn to watch your mouth around her before she gets old enough to mimic you.” Gail planted her hands on her hips. “And learn to walk softer for when she is sleeping.”
“Goes both ways, babe. You can have a potty mouth when you’re riled up,” Travis pointed out.
“I’m working on it. I’ve learned to change ‘damn’ into ‘drat’ most times. Supper’s ready. Let’s eat. I’m starved.” Gail sat next to Grace so she could watch her while she ate. Benton sat on the other side and Travis next to Gail.
They talked about the garden and what was about ready to pull or pick. Gail had cut up two tomatoes for them to eat with their meal that night. They tasted amazing. She couldn’t wait for more to get ready. They’d have them every night. She’d already decided to cook squash and onions when there was enough squash for a meal.
After they’d finished eating and Gail had cleaned the kitchen, they sat in the living room talking until time for bed. The men took turns tending to baby Grace, enjoying the one-on-one time with her. It gave Gail a little time to just relax and not be on constant Grace duty for a couple of hours.
That night when they’d gotten Grace to sleep, Gail ran one hand down Benton’s shaft then squeezed it at the base.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, stilling her hand with his.
“Seeing if you were interested in messing around. I want to make love, Benton.”
“Babe, it’s only been a little over five weeks. You’re still healing,” Travis said as he climbed into bed.
“Most doctors allow sex after six weeks. It’s nearly that now. I want you and Benton. It’s been long enough.” She knew her lips were poked out in an exaggerated pout, but she couldn’t help it.
First it had been because she was so far along. Now it was because she wasn’t far enough along. They were killing her. She’d never have believed that they would willingly hold back on sex.
“Gail. Just a few more days. We don’t want to hurt you,” Benton said.
“You’re hurting me now. I want to have sex. I want my men inside of me, making me feel like a sexy woman instead of a fat mommy.” She finally got out what was really bothering her.
She felt fat and not the least bit sexy anymore. She had stretch marks and a flabby belly. Though her boobs were huge and heavy, the rest of her lacked sex appeal, and the men being reluctant to fuck her only made her feel even more undesirable.
“Oh, baby. You’re not fat, and you’re the sexiest woman alive. Don’t think like that. Having our baby made you even more desirable to us. It takes time for your body to heal, and with all the work you have ahead of you with harvest and taking care of Grace, you’ll lose whatever weight you’re worried about in no time,” Travis told her then kissed her lightly across the mouth.
“I don’t care if you don’t lose weight. I still love you just like you are, hon. You’re even more special to us now that you’ve given us a special little girl to love and raise. Stop beating yourself up,” Benton said.
“I need you. Please don’t make me beg like this. We can be careful if you’re worried about hurting me. I’ll tell you if you do.” Gail wasn’t taking no for an answer. She wanted them.
“On one condition,” Travis said, despite Benton’s shaking head.
The other man cursed then huffed out a breath. Gail could tell he wasn’t at all happy with Travis.
“What?” she asked, relief leaving her almost giddy.
“You let us set the pace, and only one of us will actually fuck you this time. One round of sex is more than enough for so soon after you’ve given birth.” Travis motioned to Benton. “You take care of her. I’ll help.”
“What about you?” Gail asked.
“I’m going to jerk off to the sight of my woman and my best friend fucking. Next best thing to the real thing,” he said.
“You could come in my mouth,” she told him, unsure of why he wouldn’t want a blow job.
“I know, but this way I get to watch without losing myself in your mouth. You always rob me of all control when you suck my dick, babe. This time is for you. I’ll get my turn tomorrow or the next day.”
“I love you, Travis.”
“Back at you, babe.”
Chapter Ten
Gail nearly screamed at the first touch of Benton’s mouth on her sex. It had been so long since they’d even touched her down there. Her pussy was super sensitive with need and soaking wet at the idea of finally having one of her men inside of her.
“Easy, honey. Just let me make sure you’re ready.” Benton licked her slit again. “Hell, you’re wet enough to soak through the bed sheets.”
“I’ve been horny for nearly a week, Benton. I finally couldn’t stand it any longer,” she told him.
She sighed when he licked her clit while entering her with one finger. It wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy her, but she bit her tongue to keep from demanding more. She would be patient so that they didn’t stop altogether.
Gail looked over to where Travis knelt back on his heels and pulled at his swollen cock with one hand held tightly around the shaft. She reached out to touch him. She could barely brush her fingertips over his tight balls.
“Easy, Gail. I don’t want to come until you’re ready. I’m barely holding on as it is,” Travis said.
“Honey. Do you think you’re ready for me? You’re soaking wet,” Benton said.
“Yes. I’m ready, Benton. Don’t make me wait. Fill me up.” Gail reached with both hands toward him.
“Damn, you’re hot. I love how you want me like this, all desperate and needy.” Benton guided his cock to her slick slit before slowly entering her while holding himself
off her with one hand planted on the bed.
Gail sighed when he was seated all the way inside of her. It seemed like it had taken hours instead of mere seconds for him to completely fill her with his cock. She moaned when he slowly pulled back then pushed back in again.
“Faster, Benton. Don’t tease me like this.”
“Calm down, hon. I’m going to go faster once I’m ready. You need to be patient.”
Gail huffed out a breath and reached out to Travis. She raked her nails lightly over his balls again. She needed something, and neither man was willing to give it to her right then. She watched as Travis squeezed the base of his dick then pulled on it until his fist covered the tip of him and rolled over the drop of pre-cum that gathered at the slit. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
“You want a taste?” Travis asked.
“Please. Just a little on my tongue,” she said.
He swiped his finger across the tip then fed his finger to her. She licked at it and sucked it deep into her mouth. Perfect. He was salty and a little bitter, but he was Travis, one of her men. She liked every part of him.
“Was that good, hon? Did you like sucking Travis’s cum?” Benton asked as he entered her a little harder this time.
“Yes,” she wheezed out before arching her back to meet Benton’s thrusts. “It was so good. This is so good.”
“I love seeing you suck his dick. Maybe in a few days you can suck mine while he fucks you. Would you like that, Gail?” Benton asked.
“Yes! I want to suck your cock, Benton. I want Travis deep inside of me when I do. I can’t wait until we can do double again. I’ve missed having you both in me at one time.”
“It won’t be long now, babe,” Travis said. “Just another month or two. That’s too hard on you so soon after you’ve had a baby. Let everything get back to normal inside of you first.”
“Months? God, Travis. I can’t wait that long.” Gail gasped when Benton thrust deep and hard inside of her. “Oh, yes. That feels so good, Benton.”
