“Okay, lass, ye’ve played long enough. ’Tis time ta get serious,” Liam panted.
He slid his right hand down her back to press down the valley between her ass cheeks until he pressed against her puckered star, causing her to suck a breath around his cock. With a nod, Suz worked her mouth up and down his shaft faster, sucking and swallowing with each descent, knowing by his breathing and the way his hips were jerking up to meet her that he was getting close.
“Lass, I’m goin’ ta come.”
Liam grabbed one ass cheek and squeezed as his other hand came up to ruffle her hair. Cupping his balls, Suz felt them tighten at the same time his cock seemed to grow bigger. Increasing her suction around his shaft, she took him even deeper.
A moment later, just as she tasted the first spurts of his juices across her tongue, she reached between her legs. Touching one finger to her clit, she sucked a quick breath through her nose as she followed him over the edge. Liam growled deep in his throat as his hips surged up from the seat one last time and his seed filled her mouth.
Once finished he relaxed back into his seat with a gasp and panting sigh. As he caught his breath, he began to stroke his fingers through her hair as if that was all the energy he had left. Suz continued to hold his cock in her mouth as it softened, as always happy that she was able to bring her man pleasure.
When he finally settled with a final deep breath released on a sigh, she gently pulled her lips from around his cock and sat up. “Feel better?”
“Oh, lass, ye hae nae idea, but how are ye feeling? Yer the one who needed something to suck on.” Liam released his seat belt and pulled his jeans back into place.
“I’m hungry, but otherwise fine,” she said, her stomach growling again.
“Not feeling a bit horny from sucking me off?”
Suz smiled as she shook her head. “You know me. I always want you, but no more than usual right now. I’m more hungry than I am horny.”
“Then let’s get some food in ye before I drag ye ta all the shops looking for some sassy, sexy maternity dresses for ye ta wear,” Liam said before leaning across the center of the truck and kissing her long and deep.
When he pulled away, she was breathing hard and wondering what he would do if she changed her mind and demand he do something about her itchy clit. At that instant, her stomach overrode the urge for being stripped and played with in the front seat of the truck. Besides, they were in the middle of a busy mall parking lot in the middle of the day. Surely if they continued playing like this, someone would catch them, and then who knows what kind of trouble would come down on them.
Taking a deep breath to try to calm herself, she said, “All right, McKenzie, let’s go shopping.”
Three hours later, Suz put her foot down and demanded they go home. Liam had bought her more than enough clothes to get through the next few months, if not the entire summer. He had been so thorough in her wardrobe refurbishing that he even encouraged her to buy several new bras in a larger, more comfortable size and several matching nightgown and robe outfits.
As he pulled into the driveway closest to the house, Suz stared at the old farmhouse from under heavy eyelids. She smiled as her heart once again lifted at the soul-deep recognition that this was Dreamer’s Dell. This was home, now and forevermore.
The farmhouse was two and a half stories tall with a porch that went all the way around it. The wood siding was a creamy yellow. The deep red front door held a stained glass window in the center that her great-grandmother Ruth had traded a summer of room and board for. Real, working black shutters guarded each window in case a hurricane came calling up the East Coast. The porch floor and steps leading to it had been repainted the slate gray they had always been. It had been but one of the many renovations that had been accomplished while they were in Scotland.
In another month she and Jubilee would shop for the pots of ferns that hung just above the railing and bring the dozens of pots holding herbs or flowers or medicinal plants out from the glassed-in back porch where they were currently struggling for their lives. Suz had never been known to have a green thumb, but like everything else at Dreamer’s Dell, she was willing to try. The furniture that had been in storage all winter had been brought out, cleaned, and repainted as well, and now decorated the porch with several cozy seating areas.
As they climbed the five steps that led to the porch, the third step gave a loud squeak as it always did whenever anyone stepped it. And, as usual, she giggled in response. The step had squeaked like that for as long as anyone, including Ruth, could remember. New wood or old, nailed in or screwed, it did not matter, the third step always squeaked. She had decided years ago that the squeak was the house’s way of saying welcome.
She smiled tiredly as the house gave its usual squeaky greeting as she slowly climbed the stairs, leaning heavily on the handrail. Exhaustion had swept over her on the twenty-minute drive home from the mall, and now all she wanted was to get to a comfortable flat surface and take a nap.
Before she could touch the doorknob, the door swung inward. A smiling Penn stood just inside as if he had been waiting for them. Then he took a look at her and his smile melted away as his gaze shifted over her shoulder to his brother.
“You wore her out,” he accused.
“I’m fine,” Suz said just before she tripped over the doorjamb.
Penn caught her before she could fall, easily sweeping her into his arms. “No, yer not, luv. Now ye just relax and I’ll take ye upstairs ta bed. We can take a wee rest while the shopaholic sees ta dinner.”
Suz laid her head on Penn’s chest. “Okay,” she agreed.
The last of her energy seeped away on the next two breaths. She ignored the whispered argument going on around her as the sandman carried her off.
Chapter 3
Instead of carrying her upstairs, Penn turned and headed to the screened-in back porch just off the living room. The daybed there was big enough for the two of them, as long as they snuggled close together. First though, he would help Liam bring in the booty he was sure filled the back of his brother’s truck.
But Liam apparently had everything under control, he discovered as he stepped out onto the front porch. His lookalike carried a number of large bags in both hands with one dangling from his mouth. Once again Penn saw the man had gone overboard when it came to shopping for their woman. It looked like the time Liam had taken Suz to buy a few pairs of new underwear to replace the ones they had ripped off her body. They had returned home with two dozen of the sexiest, skimpiest panties Liam could find, most of which they had destroyed in the past five months. But Suz had not demanded they replace them again. Instead she teased them by running around the farm bare-assed under the long, full skirts she preferred to wear when weaving.
He did not mind one way or the other. Sometimes he got hard just thinking about how accessible her pussy was. On more than one occasion both he and Liam had surprised her by bending her over a couch or table, flipping her skirt up, and taking her fast and hard.
Suz never complained.
“You need any help with those?” Penn asked, holding the door open wide.
Liam shook his head, but when he stepped into the house, he opened his mouth and dropped the bag held in his teeth. “I’ve got these, but put that one in the rocking chair. I’m not sure where she’s going to want it.”
Penn looked down at the bag, which had hit the floor and fallen over, spilling out several skeins of yarn. “She bought yarn? Does she no’ realize she owns one of the finest yarn-producin’ companies in the world?”
“I pointed that out, but she said for what she’d be makin’ she needed acrylic and not wool,” Liam said with a shrug of his broad shoulders.
Penn frowned but did not question his brother further, for he knew Liam would explain if he knew. They kept no secrets from one another, especially when it came to Suz and her welfare. They had learned years ago that to successfully share a woman, any woman but especially their Dream Weaver, they h
ad to share everything.
“Go sleep with our woman. I’m goin’ to put these things away and then see ta dinner,” Liam said turning to the staircase.
“Thanks, I think I will.”
After dropping the bag of yarn in the rocking chair that Suz loved to sit in while she knit or crocheted or did any of the other needlework she did in the evenings, he went back to the screened porch. Leaving the door open, he slipped off his shoes, socks, and belt then crossed to the daybed where Suz lay sleeping soundly.
She had curled in a ball, probably feeling a bit chilled, but he would take care of that. He settled down next to her with his head on the pillow. He then rearranged her so his arm was around her back and her head was on his chest. He smiled when she sighed and snuggled into his side, seeking both heat and comfort from his presence.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, not planning on actually sleeping, but just resting a bit while holding the beautiful woman who held his heart in her hand and was now carrying their babies. In just a few minutes, he relaxed fully and joined Suz in blessed oblivion.
* * * *
Suz woke slowly, feeling warm, rested, and content. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes and smiled. Penn was next to her, one arm wrapped around her back holding her securely to his side while the hand of the other held her forearm to his chest in a way that meant she could not move without him knowing about it.
She relaxed for a moment, until her body demanded she get up and pee. Moving slowly, carefully, she tried to extricate herself, but, as he always did, Penn woke as soon as she moved.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice deep and gravelly.
“Go back to sleep. I just need to pee,” she said as she crawled over his big body.
“Lose the clothes on your way back,” he suggested with a sleepy, sexy grin, patting her ass as she stood up.
“I’ll think about it,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him and winking.
After using the tiny half-bath under the stairs, she returned to the porch. Though Penn was in the exact same position as when she had left, he was now naked. Looking at his big, brawny body sprawled across the bed, her gaze centered on his cock. The long, thick erection woke Suz’s hormones up with an electric charge so big she had to stop and pull a deep breath as her pussy clenched tight and her nipples leapt to attention.
For the first time since the ultrasound, her thoughts moved away from the shock of having twins and onto how she could get Penn to give her the good, hard fucking she needed. Since they had found out about the pregnancy, her men had been loving her just as often but always at a gentle pace that was wonderful, but at that moment, Suz needed more. She needed fast and hard, not slow and easy.
Walking to the windows that looked over the backyard and her weaving studio, she pulled the curtains closed. No need for anyone else to know what was happening.
Then she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on a chair. As she stripped off her clothes, Suz decided she would take matters into her own hands to get what she really wanted.
Her men were dominant and in charge, both in bed and out, which fed her own submissive needs to a T. All she had to do was say the word and they would give her anything she wanted, though she had more than a sneaking suspicion that Penn would refuse her this request.
So she would just have to take it.
She felt only a moment’s guilt, but then placated her conscience with the knowledge that one cannot rape the willing. So far in the months they had been together, neither of her men had yet to turn down any opportunity to be with her no matter how kinky or how public. Lately, though, their methods of appeasing her demanding libido had left her boneless from her release but still wanting something more.
“Feel better, luv?”
She smiled as she strolled toward the bed, putting an extra sway to her hips as she did.
“Not really,” she said in a soft, low, breathless voice that she had never used before and wondered only for a second where it came from.
“Oh? Tell me what’s wrong and I’ll see about fixin’ it.”
Penn turned only his head as she came to a stop right next to the bed. He smiled up at her, a wicked grin that told her he knew exactly what her problem was.
“I’m horny,” she murmured.
She ran her palms up her body to cup her tits. Brushing her thumbs over the hard nipples, she sucked a small breath as the muscles down her belly tightened.
“Oh, well I think we can definitely deal with that.”
When he shifted to make room for her on the bed, Suz dropped one hand to the center of his chest, holding him in place. “Don’t move,” she ordered gently.
“Oh?”
“I want to ride my Scottish stud,” she said with a wink.
Penn grinned in response and lifted his hands to slid the behind his head. “Then by all means climb aboard, cowgirl.”
Suz climbed on the bed then swung one leg over and settled so she straddled his hips. Her pussy lips spread, and by arching her back just a little, she was able to press her clit against his long, thick cock. Penn’s breathing stopped for a second and he gave a little gasp as she shifted forward and back, rubbing her wet pussy up and down the underside with a soft moan.
“Och, that feels wonderful, luv,” he said, his voice dropping even deeper than usual.
Suz’s smile was so wide, the muscles across the back of her skull felt tight. She shifted her hips again, her heart fluttering as he responded in the same way.
“Just wait,” she whispered. “It will feel even better in a minute.”
Though her clit was pulling tighter and tighter, sending a warning that she was about to come, she forced herself to lift off the hot shaft. Reaching down, she lifted his cock until it stood straight up then fit the broad head to her wide-open cunt.
“Now, don’t move,” she murmured, pausing with just the top two inches inside her.
She waited as he blinked and processed her order before nodding. Planting her hands on his muscular chest for balance, she allowed her legs to go lax and slammed her hot, wet cunt down around Penn’s erection. She did not stop until she had taken his full length inside and the head was pressing against her cervix in a way that sent both pleasure and pain shivering through her body.
Penn’s hands came out from under his head, but before he could do anything with them, she reached out and grabbed them. Using just her legs, she lifted and lowered her body over his at a fast, furious pace that felt soooooo good.
“Suz, luv, take it easy,” Penn ordered, his voice carrying the thread of steel he used when they played their Master/Master/slave-girl games.
Suz ignored him. Lifting herself, she slammed down again, gasping as her orgasm wrapped around her, begging for more, faster, harder. Unable to speak for she was breathing too hard, Suz continued pounding herself on Penn’s cock, the feeling of need and want finally subsiding. She screamed on her next descent as her orgasm exploded, yanking her under between one heartbeat and the next.
She moved up and down Penn’s shaft several more times as the orgasm roared through her. Her muscles tightened in ripples around Penn’s shaft, making it feel even bigger as it filled her again and again.
Finally her muscles went lax, and she melted down to rest over Penn’s chest. He pulled his hands from hers and wrapped his arms around her back. She heard him murmuring as his hands ran up and down her back, soothing her. The buzzing in her ears was so loud she did not make out his words, though the tone was one of love.
Once her mind regained control of her body, she lifted her head and looked up at Penn.
“Better?”
“Uh-huh. I needed that. Thank you. Now, what are we going to do about you?” She squeezed her cunt muscles around his cock, eliciting a gasp from the man beneath her.
“Oh, I have a few ideas about that, luv.” The smile that crossed his face sent a shiver of fear through her even though she knew he would never do anything to harm her. Turning
his head, he shouted, “Liam!”
Suz heard heavy footsteps running through the house.
“You bellowed?” Liam raced through the door and stopped.
“Get naked and get over here. Our little Dream Weaver seems ta be in need of some serious lovin’. And maybe a spankin’ fer her naughtiness.”
Suz gave a squeak of surprise when Penn moved suddenly. He logrolled and shifted them so she was on her back in the same spot he had been just a moment before. His cock never left her cunt as he moved, and once he was crouched over her, he pulled one of her knees up and then the other, positioning them so her thighs rested against her chest, leaving her unable to move.
Suz watched as Liam threw off his clothes until he was as naked as they were.
“What did she do?” he asked as he slowly approached. One hand wrapped around his half-hard cock, slowly stroking it. She watched as it grew to full length and thickness in a matter of seconds.
“Topping from the bottom,” Penn said, pulling his cock slowly out of her until only the tip remained inside.
“I hate to argue, but technically I was on top,” Suz pointed out with a giggle.
“Hush. No one asked you anything.” Penn cut her a frown as he spoke in a growling, not happy voice.
Though her arousal was returning in full force, a thread of fear slipped through her as well. They had not punished her in weeks, not since finding out she was pregnant. Had she messed up by taking what she needed from her man?
“What’s the punishment?” Liam asked, coming to stand by the bed with his cock just inches from her head.
She turned her head to see Penn still frowning as he lifted his gaze from studying her to look across the room at a basket where they had started keeping a few of the sex toys the men loved to use on her.
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