by Mia Ashlinn
Shannon writhed, and she moaned around Randy’s shaft. She arched and she cried. But they kept going. They fucked her, each of her holes being filled, being crowded with cock.
Her orgasm started in her womb then spread, the sensation suffusing every inch of her. She screamed, her voice still muted by the dick face-fucking her, as her channel clenched then went wild. Spasms consumed her pussy, destroying the walls as they shook convulsively.
Defenseless to the lust coalescing with love inside her body, she rode the waves of her ecstasy, savoring their powerful bodies as their untamed thrusts evolved with each drive—pushing her, taking her, possessing her. Groan after groan, the men all tunneled into her. Then they orgasmed together, their cum spurting into her every hole.
Limp and sated, Shannon wilted and collapsed onto Drew. Unable to move, she lay there until Randy lifted her off his brother and Jared cleansed her body. Finally, they settled her into bed, and she sighed.
Something had been different about their lovemaking this time. The determined desperation, the intense intimacy, and the binding connection were all present. But something was…different.
This time their lovemaking had been life-altering. It had been unforgettable, irrefutably flawless. In that moment, she knew she would make a baby with her husbands this time. She didn’t know how she knew, but she did.
“I think we made a baby,” she whispered.
All three men gasped. Jared and Drew bolted upright like tightly wound springs, gawking at her with wide eyes and slackened jaws. Randy, however, didn’t move a muscle. He merely chuckled cockily.
“You can’t know that,” Jared told her.
She wanted to smack Mr. Reasonable. He needed to learn that sometimes things weren’t definable. They didn’t always make sense. And this was one of those things.
Refusing to sully this perfect moment, she bit back a smart-ass comment and shrugged. Predictably, her gesture drew the men’s gazes to her chest. They groaned, and she laughed at their shameless ways. Finally calming herself, she told them, “Sure I can. I do have a woman’s intuition after all. Besides, it is the right time of the month.”
Again, Mr. Reasonable struck with a frown. “Princess, this isn’t the first time we’ve had sex during your most fertile period. Not to mention, Dr. Maddock said that it was highly unlikely you could get pregnant without infertility treatments. Even then, you’ll struggle to conceive.”
Grinning, she agreed with Jared. “No, it isn’t the first time. And yes, Chason said that. But I believe that miracles do happen. I also believe that everything happens for a reason. We needed to have this conversation, just as I needed to deal with those last few stupid issues. Now, I have…no, we have, and I feel closer to you than ever. I feel a little miracle coming our way.”
“For once, I hope your woman’s intuition is right,” Randy declared as he brushed his hand up and down her softly curved abdomen. Ticklish as always, she squirmed and had to swat at his hand to get him to quit. With a gentle pat, he added, “But if not, we’ll always have each other—all four of us.”
Apparently undaunted by her sweaty appearance, Drew caressed her overheated face. With a smile, he said, “Well, I vote we spend the day trying to get you knocked up, munchkin. We can never try too much or too hard. And if we don’t get you pregnant, we’ll have one hell of a time trying. Then we can try again tomorrow”—he paused to punctuate his words with a kiss to her nose—“and the next day”—stopping again, he pecked a kiss to her lips—“and the one after that.”
Jared flicked her nipple unexpectedly, and she jumped. “Miracle or not, baby or not, I’m more than happy to spend every second of every day in bed with you.”
“You’ve got that right, big brother,” Randy announced as he clapped Jared on the back. “I say we just move into the bedroom and give the world the finger while we give our wife something else entirely.”
Oh shit! The girls! I forgot them. Suddenly remembering she still had company that she’d rudely left behind then promptly forgotten, Shannon shoved at her husbands as she attempted to get away. “I have to go.”
“No, you don’t,” Drew declared as he caged her in, blocking her from getting up by pinning her body between his and Randy’s. “You have to stay here—with us.”
God, yes! “But what about the girls?” she asked, forcing the words past her lips when she wanted nothing more than to beg them to take her again.
Jared covered her lips with his callused finger. “Shhh. They’ll be just fine without you.”
Sighing, she softened beneath Drew. Jared was right. Her friends would be fine. God knew they’d understand. They were in the same boat as she was with their own men. Besides, the women were busy cooking up a sweet dish for Leila. Maybe it was time for Shannon to cook a couple sweet dishes of her own—love and a baby. After all, those were the two dishes she truly wanted to cook. Shannon’s desire for what Leila had called the sweetest dish had dimmed the moment her husbands cocooned her in their love, openly accepting and unselfishly forgiving her for her foolish mistakes.
Staring at each of her husbands one at a time, Shannon realized that revenge really wasn’t that sweet. Not enough to trump the perfect touch of her husbands. Not enough to rise above the splendor of love. And it was certainly not enough to overshadow the blessing of a beautiful baby. Those were Shannon’s sweetest dishes. But love was the greatest of them all.
Chapter 8
Relaxing on the floor in Shannon’s makeshift nursery with Ava between her legs and Mason on the play mat next to her, Jaycee made baby faces across the room at Kane. Katie-Anne’s three month-old smiled and gurgled at her silly antics, bringing a goofy grin to her face and prompting an embarrassing rush of babbling from her mouth.
Jaycee’s twins didn’t seem the least bit interested in what she was doing. Ava was too busy admiring the big wooden block in her hand, and Mason seemed absorbed in his battle against the toy hanging above his head.
“Must you do that?” Katie-Anne asked in a teasing tone from where she sat holding Kane. “You’re going to scare the kids.”
Jaycee paused in the middle of her jibber-jabbering and smarted off, “Ha, you’re so full of shit, Katie-Anne. I’ve heard your babbling. It’s far worse than mine.”
Katie-Anne rolled her pretty turquoise eyes. “Well, sorry,” she drawled as she lifted Kane up and gently turned him toward her. Before speaking again, she planted a handful of baby kisses all over his adorable face. “You don’t mind, do you, little man?”
Predictably, the mama’s boy responded enthusiastically to Katie-Anne, pumping his legs and waving his arms as he laughed. Watching her best friend, Jaycee’s smile grew. Despite the shitty morning she’d suffered through, Kane and her own precious babies were perking her up. Of course, that didn’t come as a shock. They always did. That’s one of the reasons she and Katie-Anne had decided to stay at Shannon’s after Sarah, Ella, and Brooklyn had departed. They’d both needed baby time with all three kids—desperately.
Sighing happily, Jaycee patted Mason’s cute, round baby belly. “Do you think we’ll ever see Aunt Shannon again?” she asked him.
Katie-Anne snorted. “Not hardly,” she answered, returning Kane to her lap. “That girl is in for one hell of a ride. Did you see your brothers? Shit, I was scared for her.”
Without glancing away from the face that never failed to remind her of Gray, Jaycee blew Mason a kiss. She smiled down at her oldest child, reveling in the knowledge that this little miracle was created with one of her soul mates. The twins had to be Gray’s biological children. Not that any of them gave a crap whose sperm cells mingled with her eggs. Cade would have plenty of chances. If she had it her way, they’d have a whole houseful of little Grays and Cades. She’d gotten her mini-me. That was enough. Just ask my husbands.
Biting back a horse laugh, Jaycee redirected her attention to her daughter. She smoothed her hand over Ava’s whisper-soft, blonde hair and said, “I wasn’t scared for her. My bro
thers are pussy whipped. They just don’t know it yet.”
“Oh yeah, that’s what it is,” Katie-Anne replied sarcastically, flinging a small stuffed animal at Jaycee’s head. By some miracle, the monkey zoomed past her, just as she looked up and leaned to the side. “Why don’t you enlighten them of their pussy-whipped ways? While you’re at it, why don’t you tell my brother and Cade the same thing? Fuck that, get all the married men in town and have an ‘Our Wives Whipped Our Asses Into Shape Before They Castrated Us For A Lifelike Dildo Then Murdered Us’ convention. Then we’ll see who gets whipped.”
“You’re the only one who would see the end of a whip,” a sultry voice said from the doorway. “My husbands know better.”
Swinging her head to the side, Jaycee laughed at Shannon. Her friend stood just inside the doorway, leaning against the wooden frame, with disastrously mussed hair and disheveled clothes that looked as though she’d put them on quick and in a hurry. Even her makeup was smeared all to hell and back again. “Wow,” Jaycee breathed. “You look—”
“Like I got fucked by three hot men with huge dicks?” Shannon filled in. She strolled into the room with a wicked sway of her curvy hips and a smug grin. “I sure did—more than once.” Winking, she continued her brash bragging. “Shit, I can’t believe I’m still able to walk after that. It was…fan-fucking-tastic.”
“Oh, God,” Katie-Anne murmured. Tossing her shoulder-length, three-toned hair over her shoulder, she pointed at Kane then Mason and finally Ava. “Not in front of the babies.”
“What?” Shannon inquired, plopping down in the open area between Jaycee and Katie-Anne. “They’re only a few months old. I highly doubt they’re going to understand what we’re saying or even care. And it’s not like they’re going to repeat it to the police or something.”
“You never know,” Katie-Anne remarked, punctuating her words with a small kick to Shannon, who dodged her friend’s bare foot easily. “They might. Why else would all our men ride our asses about what we say in front of them? Shit, Shane gave me hell for saying a dirty”—pausing, she air quoted with one hand—“word in front of Kane the other day.” She mumbled something else, but Jaycee couldn’t make it out completely. It sounded like, “Overprotective, arrogant, pain-in-the-ass man.” But she wasn’t positive.
“If my memory serves me correctly, you’ve said at least ten or more bad words since we sat down,” Jaycee reminded her. Not that I should be saying a fucking word. Gray and Cade both give me tongue lashings on a regular basis about my language in front of Ava and Mason. Although, they weren’t concerned about what she said now. They were concerned about what she’d say in the future.
Her husbands kept telling her that she should go through cursing detox now so that it wouldn’t be a problem when the babies could understand. She personally thought they were both dumbasses—and hypocrites, considering they made a sailor’s mouth look sparkling clean and smell minty fresh.
“Bitch,” Katie-Anne spat with a bold wink.
“See, I told you,” Jaycee sassed. Sticking her tongue out, Jaycee did the “I Told You So” dance they’d made up as teens, earning another stuffed animal catapulted at the head. Only this time, it was Shannon doing the throwing, and she didn’t miss. “I hate you.”
“You wish you did,” Shannon retorted then flipped her off. “But you aren’t that lucky, hooker. You love me, and you know it.”
“She’s got you there,” Katie-Anne murmured. “We aren’t that lucky.”
Shannon gasped mockingly as she slapped a hand over her chest and threw her head back with a seriously dramatic flair that should have been reserved for Broadway rather than Serenity. “I’m so wounded,” she said in a too-breathy, theatrical voice before lowering her head again and staring straight at Katie-Anne with annoyed eyes. “You bitches suck.”
Why yes I do. And from what I hear from my husbands, I’m rather good at it.
“Yes, we do suck,” Jaycee agreed, wiggling her eyebrows lewdly. “And blow and fuck and—”
Luckily, Shannon cut Jaycee off before she spent an exorbitant amount of time listing off the things the three of them would do. That would have taken forever. Between the three of them, there weren’t too many things they wouldn’t do.
“What did you all decided while I was busy?”
Jaycee snickered at Shannon. “Is that what you call it these days?”
Turning a ferocious scowl on Jaycee, Shannon snapped, “Shut up, woman. I need to get clued in here. You guys are not leaving me out of this.”
“You? Clued in?” Jaycee’s snickers turned into chuckles. “That’ll happen when dildos fly.”
“I can make a dildo fly,” Shannon commented offhandedly, “at your head.”
Jaycee knew Shannon could, and she would—with pleasure. The crazy former softball star got kicks out of throwing things for fun. She generally enjoyed the weirder products, too. Why she couldn’t just throw something like a real ball, Jaycee would never know. “I think I’ll pass,” she muttered. “I would prefer not to wear a poopy diaper. But thanks for the offer, honey.”
“No problem,” Shannon replied, blowing Jaycee an air kiss. “Now, are you two going to tell me or not?”
Katie-Anne glanced pointedly at Jaycee. “Should we? I mean, she did leave us in our time of need. What kind of head chef walks out of the kitchen without telling their sous chefs how to cook the sweetest dish? She didn’t tell us what ingredients to use or how to even turn on the damn oven. You all know how useless I am in the kitchen.”
Shannon snorted but said nothing, probably realizing that silence would be in her best interest. “Ouch,” Jaycee yelped as a wooden block connected with her right thigh. The collision of the toy to her skin didn’t hurt as much as it surprised her. But that didn’t matter to the children who’d all reacted to her sharp cry. Ava flinched. Mason laughed. And Kane cried.
It took several minutes and all three of them to calm the children. When they did, they quickly returned to the topic at hand. “We need to tell her what we know,” Jaycee told Katie-Anne. “The men will be up here any minute.”
Katie-Anne nodded. “I know.”
“They’re already downstairs,” Shannon informed them. “I passed them on my way in here. So you might want to get on with the juicy stuff.”
Jaycee snorted. “They’ve been here for a while, but they’re giving us space.”
“And we’re ignoring their text messages,” Katie-Anne added with a snicker.
“Oh shit,” Shannon said. “Are you crazy?”
“Not half as crazy as we’re going to make Leila before we boot her ass out of town,” Katie-Anne stated confidently. “Now here’s what we’re going to do.”
* * * *
Nibbling on her lower lip nervously, Jaycee unlocked the doorknob to the farmhouse she shared with her two husbands. Without thinking about the deadbolt, she tossed the keys in the diaper bag she’d slung over her shoulder then gripped the round handle and rotated it to the right. In one swift move, she shifted forward, pushed the cool metal, and rammed face-first into the door with a howled “Motherfucker.”
Out of nowhere, a uniquely musical yet masculine voice appeared. “Need some help?” the man asked.
Immediately, Jaycee recognized Sam Carrington’s voice. The gorgeous bartender’s distinct drawl was rather hard to miss, as was the noticeable amount of amusement in his annoyingly polite question.
Irritated that he was having fun at her expense, Jaycee whirled around and scowled at the cocky man with shaggy hair and mischievous eyes. “No, thank you,” she clipped out. “I can make it just fine.” She tossed her long, curly blonde mane and, with her head held high, spun back to face the door.
Retrieving her keys calmly despite the irritation assailing her, she ignored Sam’s guttural chuckle and unlatched the deadbolt then thrust open the door. Before she had time to reach for the two side-by-side carriers holding the twins, Sam scooped up one baby seat in each hand. “Allow me,” he offere
d.
Gnashing her teeth together, Jaycee pasted a fake smile on her face. “Thank you.” Now please leave so I can blush in peace.
But of course, that didn’t happen. Sam inclined his head respectfully then brushed past her and swept inside the house with her two babies in tow. “Where do you want me to put Ava and Mason?” he asked as he stopped only a few steps into the foyer.
Jaycee continued to grit her teeth at Sam’s kindness. She wanted to be alone so she could process the day from hell. That’s all she needed—a few minutes by herself while Ava and Mason napped, preferably before her husbands got home. She snorted. Not happening.
Glancing at her watch pointedly, Jaycee pretended to check the time and said, “They need to go down for their afternoon nap soon.”
“Okay,” he replied with an easy smile. “How about we take the babies upstairs then you can take care of them? I promise that I’ll come back down here to wait for your husbands.”
Sounds like a damn fine idea to me. Rather than uttering her bitchy words, she instead muttered, “Sure. That’ll work.”
Even though she was miffed he’d been present at one of her numerous klutzy moments, he hadn’t really done anything wrong, and he truly didn’t deserve her ill temper. He’d been perfectly nice to her so she would be to him. It was the right thing to do. Like I’m so good at doing the right thing.
With a sigh, Jaycee circled around the tall man, who had the oddest shade of walnut hair she’d ever seen, and led him up the stairs to the dual nursery. Swinging open the door, she allowed him to enter first. However, he wasn’t having any of that.
“You go first,” he said, indicating she should go on in with a jerk of his head. Preferring not to argue, she preceded him into the room.
“Thank you,” she muttered as she took both baby carriers off his hands. Amazingly, he didn’t fight her. He merely handed the babies over with a charming grin.
