by Jade West
Crutches made it easier to see Samson, easier to do everything, especially as my broken leg became more weight-bearing. Ten percent at first, then twenty. Fifty seemed to take an age, and then one day I was back up to full capacity. I could stand.
Only then I had to learn to walk again, and it was harder than you’d think. So much harder.
Learning to fuck again came a lot more organically.
I don’t think my muscles ever let me forget that.
Even when my leg was still useless, back when I’d be propped up in bed with no inclination to move, even then, in my darkest moments, when everything felt like shit, I still wanted those beautiful guys.
I couldn’t have them, but I wanted them.
I just had to make do with watching them have each other.
Such hardship. Such terrible hardship. Life sure sucks sometimes, right?
There’s one real thing that struck me most about the whole sorry reality of my accident, through all of it — all the pain and the humiliation of being unable to do anything for myself — those two incredible men didn’t once falter, didn’t once grumble or snap, or call time out.
They didn’t once look at me as though I was anything less than the girl they’d fallen in love with.
They didn’t love me any less, they didn’t want me any less.
And they didn’t take me any less. Not once I was up to it. Slowly, very slowly, but surely.
And maybe that’s what began to change everything for me.
We were into winter when I first felt the reluctance to pop my contraceptive pill in the morning. I tossed the thought aside and took it anyway, figured it was a stupid hormonal blip and the urge would pass right by again.
But it didn’t.
It really didn’t.
Maybe it was largely circumstantial. A hole in the timeline of my dreams. An enforced hiatus while I got better and Samson took his pasture rest. I mean, I had no interest in filling my yard with new horses, no interest in replacing Samson with another, even if I could have. My dreams for a riding school were strong, but far away, just for the time being, and maybe that had something to do with the reason I first thought seriously about babies.
Maybe it had a little to do with my changing relationships with my own family. My own thoughts about family, and how it could have been for me under different circumstances. What life could have been like. What life was becoming like with both a mum and dad I could believe in, without any lies festering under the surface. With a sister and two brothers that I was coming to know just a little, just a tiny bit better every day.
But mainly I think it had everything to do with Carl and Rick.
To do with the way they were there for me, the way they loved me, and cared for me, and came through for me when I needed them.
Maybe it was to do with the way they always put me before themselves, my schedule before their own.
Maybe it was the way they were so strong. The way Carl had come through for Samson when I couldn’t, stayed at his side when I couldn’t, the way Rick had held my hand so tight in the ambulance and hadn’t let go, not once.
Maybe it was because Carl’s birthday was looming, and I knew, I knew how much he wanted a family, knew how badly the clock inside was ticking for him. Knew how much it meant to him.
I’m certain it was to do with the way he held me tight when his birthday finally arrived, told me I meant more than any of it and had done for some time, more than his dream, more than being a dad at forty, and being young enough to enjoy all the things that younger dads do.
The way he told me we were in it for the long haul, the three of us, baby or no.
Me before his dream.
He put me before his dream.
It made it so easy to want to put him before the tattered remnants of mine.
But despite all of this, all this pondering, all the reasons that could have contributed to why, I think it was really quite simple when it came down to it.
I have a body and a heart and a mind, and at least two of the three of those overruled my decision to avoid babies my entire life.
At least two of those three wanted Carl’s baby. Rick’s, too, and the other part, my stickler of a mind? Well, that came round, too.
My ovaries began to combust every time they’d walk in the room, every time they’d smile and laugh, and tell me this was it, that we were it. For keeps.
Forever.
I’d feel an ache in my belly at the thought of holding their baby in my arms, my baby. Our baby.
At the thought of being a family of our very own.
So one day I didn’t pop that contraceptive pill in the morning. I put it right back in the box, and I didn’t take one again.
I kept an eye on my periods and plotted one of those fertility planners out on my phone, and kept quiet until I was ready to talk about it.
Until my leg was up to it, to taking them both, at just the right time.
I slapped Rick’s hand aside as he tried to help me upstairs.
“I can do it,” I said, and poked my tongue out. “I’m back on my feet now.”
“Busted,” he said. “It was just an excuse to grab a feel, you know that.”
“Sure it was.”
Carl was already in the en suite, already naked for bed, his cock already at half-mast as we stepped into the bedroom. He gave us a smile as he brushed his teeth, and my belly did a weird little flutter. I joined him in the bathroom, and so did Rick, washing up happily in silence as the tension thrummed between us.
I cast aside my clothes, and raised my leg carefully, examined the fading scar as I did every evening.
But Rick and Carl weren’t looking at that, they were looking at me, their eyes all over me.
“How are you feeling?” Carl asked, and it was pointed.
I smiled. “I’m good. I’m well. Same as I’ve been well enough the last twenty times you’ve asked me.”
“Just wanting to be sure,” he said. He washed his face and towelled dry, and I was waiting, my hands on his waist as he turned.
“Both of you,” I said. I looked at Rick, at his easy grin. “I want both of you, at once. Like we used to do.”
“Used to do?” Rick said. “I thought we’d been doing plenty of that.”
I shook my head. “Not one by one, not turns, both at once.”
“You’re sure you’re up to that?” Carl asked.
“I’m sure.” I took them by the hand, both of them, led them through to the bedroom where I grabbed my phone. I called up my app and my palms were clammy, heart racing.
I held up my calendar, and it took them a moment. Carl looked at me, and then at Rick, reached out for the handset and stared at my little notes on screen.
“You mean you…”
“A baby,” I said. “I want a baby.”
I thought he’d faint, thought they’d both faint. A beautiful moment of shock as the realisation set in.
Carl sat down on the bed, pulled me down next to him, and I knew what was coming.
“You don’t have to do this, Katie, like we said. This isn’t a condition, we’re past all that. I’m past all that.”
I shook my head. “This isn’t just about you,” I said. “It’s about me, too. It’s what I want.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You want this?”
I nodded. “I’ve thought it through, for ages and ages, this isn’t some whim… I’m sure, I made sure I was sure, definitely sure, before I said anything…”
“You want to have a baby, for real?” Rick asked, and he was grinning. “We’re really gonna do this?”
“Really,” I said. “Really really. Really really really.”
“I don’t know what to say…” Carl said.
“So don’t.” I kissed him. “Don’t say anything.” I smiled. “Just give me a baby.”
I hitched myself up carefully, making sure not to jolt my leg, and the two of them just stared awhile, long enough to make me blush and giggle.
&
nbsp; “Come on,” I laughed. “I’m only fertile for like three days tops, I’m never going to get pregnant if you two just gawp at me.”
Carl looked at Rick, and Rick shrugged. He came to my side, and he was already hard. His gorgeous pierced cock was against my hip, his mouth hot against my neck as he slipped his fingers between my thighs.
“She’s not joking,” he said to Carl. “Believe me, she’s all in. Pussy doesn’t lie, and this one’s absolutely beautifully fucking sopping.” He pulled my pussy lips apart, slipped two fingers inside, and I moaned for him, looked right at Carl as Rick hooked his fingers and found the spot.
“Please,” I said. “Come on, Carl.”
He moved slowly, until his eyes focused, snapped into life as they fixed on mine. “I won’t need asking again,” he said.
He took position on my other side, pressing himself so carefully against me, so tenderly against my leg, but I was fine, I hooked my knee over him, pulled him closer.
I took a cock in each hand, worked them slowly, loving the way they felt, loving the way they moved back at me, the way they thrust in my grip.
I was smiling as they kissed me, one by one, wet kisses, until they were blurred, all three of us together, hot mouths and breath as Carl’s fingers joined Rick’s in my pussy.
It made me groan, made me work those dicks harder, faster, made the bed creak under us as we all shunted for more.
Carl pulled his fingers from me, and they were wet. He squeezed my tit, flicked at the nipple, then lowered his head and sucked me in.
“Fuck yeah,” Rick said, and took Carl’s hair in his hand, and then he whispered, he whispered such filthy words. “Suck and imagine those big milky tits she’s gonna have, won’t that really be something? That’ll be fucking something, Carl.” He climbed down the bed, until his breath was against my pussy. “Gonna fill you up,” he hissed and his voice was so filthy. “Gonna put a baby in your belly, Katie. Gonna watch you get all swollen and big, and you’ll be so beautiful, you’ll be so fucking beautiful. Everything we ever wanted.”
I couldn’t find words, just breath, just quick shallow breaths.
Carl licked up from my nipple, right the way to my open mouth. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. He reached down for Rick, pinned his neck as he sucked on my pussy. “Both of you. You’re so beautiful.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, and I wanted him, wanted both of them. Wanted them to take me and fill me up with cum and give me a baby. Their baby.
“Please,” I said. “Make me ready.”
I groaned as Rick slipped another finger inside, then two, then more.
“Relax,” he said, and Carl handed him the lube. A squelch and cold, and then such wet noises. I felt the stretch and I groaned again, spread myself wider.
Carl’s hand was on my stomach. “I can’t wait to see you grow,” he said. “It will be the most beautiful thing.”
And I couldn’t wait either. My belly tickled and lurched, hormones exploding.
“Give me a baby,” I said.
Carl nodded. He squeezed my fingers around his cock, and he was so big, so fucking big.
I kept hold of him as Rick picked up the pressure, his tongue on my clit as my pussy squelched around his hand. I felt so full, so wet, and it felt amazing. Felt perfect.
The pressure built, and my breath turned ragged. I moaned against Carl’s mouth as he kissed me, as he tugged at my nipples.
I came with my fingers around Carl’s dick, jerking him as I squirmed, letting out little squeals as Rick stretched me wide.
They didn’t waste any time. There was a fervour in them, a hunger in their eyes.
Rick lay on his back, and between them they guided me, carefully, helping me up onto Rick’s waiting cock. I shuddered as he slipped inside me, smiling as he wrapped his arms around my waist and eased me back, my head against his shoulder, his chest to my back. He thrust underneath me, circled his hips, pushing deep, so deep.
And there was Carl, my beautiful Carl, his big thick cock in his hand as he positioned himself between my legs. He slipped his fingers into me first, alongside Rick’s dick, and it felt so good. Rick felt it, too.
“That’s nice,” he grunted. “That’s so fucking nice, Carl.”
“Not as nice as this,” Carl said, and he eased my legs up, careful to keep them steady. I felt the head of him against my pussy and I held my breath, waited for the stretch, and when it came I groaned, my body rigid until I adjusted to the sensation.
He sank in so slowly, all the way, and I’d forgotten how this felt, how full it made me feel, forgotten how sweet the sensation was of being pinned between two gorgeous men, my two gorgeous men.
“Together,” I whispered. “Come together.”
Carl nodded. “Don’t you worry about that.”
He shifted his hips and thrust, and I squealed. “Yes!” I hissed. “Like that! Fuck me!”
“Fuck,” Rick groaned. “Oh fuck yes.” He bucked from underneath, and his breath was in my ear. “Gonna fill your sweet cunt up with cum, all the fucking way, don’t you worry.”
Carl thrust against him, and I could hear their balls slapping, feel Carl’s flesh slapping mine.
“Yes! Give it to me!” I cried. “I want it all!”
God, how they fucked me. They stretched me and filled me and fucked me deep, grunting and thrusting and holding me tight. And I knew what they were thinking, knew what we were all thinking, three people focused on making us a beautiful baby.
The thought made me heady, almost feral.
And they were feral, too, all instinct. Primal drive to spill their seed, cocks thrusting and twitching until they were on the edge.
Carl tipped me as he exploded, rocked me back so my pussy was open and ready to take that cum. Rick was rigid underneath me, muscles tense as he unloaded, too.
“Don’t move,” I rasped. “Don’t pull out, I need it all.”
They held firm, all the way inside me as they unloaded. I felt them twitching, knowing I was full of them, full of their cum as they gave me what I wanted, what we all wanted.
They pulled out carefully, and slipped me from Rick so gently, and Carl grabbed some pillows, propped them under my ass.
“Stay still,” he said. “Give it the best chance.”
I could hardly breathe, praying they would give me a baby.
They fucked me slowly, all night long. Filling me up, the words unspoken. Carl first, as Rick grabbed some sleep, coming deep inside before he slipped his hand over to Rick’s side of the bed, took his cock in hand.
Rick groaned and shifted in his sleep, his eyes fluttering open as he began to thrust into Carl’s hand.
He didn’t need prompting, taking Carl’s position as soon as Carl pulled out, and Rick took me next, crying out as Carl pushed his fingers in his ass.
I was lost, delirious in the sensations, taking everything they had to give me, everything they could give me, my pussy clenching tight as I spiralled towards another climax of my own.
I couldn’t stop smiling as Rick came, couldn’t stop the euphoria as my pussy took a fresh load of cum.
I pulled them both close as we caught our breath, and they were smiling too, I could feel it.
“I wonder,” Rick said, his fingers on my tummy. “I wonder if it’s happening.”
“Time will tell,” Carl said. “But we can hope.”
“Screw that,” I laughed. “We’ve got another forty-eight hour window. We’ll be going again in the morning.”
There wasn’t any argument from their side.
It took me four months to conceive. Four months of trying. Of popping the vitamins and checking the dates, and waiting with bated breath.
Oh, and four blissful months of taking cock. Lots of cock.
I didn’t tell them at first, and they didn’t ask. They didn’t voice the obvious, our wall calendar making it perfectly clear for everyone to see without tempting fate.
One day late, two days la
te, three days late.
I took out the pregnancy test, placed it on the kitchen island after dinner.
“It’s time,” I said.
You could have cut the tension with a knife.
“Fuck,” Rick said. He held up his hands. “I’m shaking, I’m shaking so fucking bad.”
Carl took his fingers in his, kissed them. “What will be will be,” he said. “We keep trying if not, no big deal.” He looked at me. “No big deal, Katie, if it’s not… if you’re not…”
I nodded. “I know.”
I put my hand on my belly, hoping, just hoping my instincts were right. The sickness, the tiredness, the weird flutters.
“Let’s do this,” I said, and set off for the bathroom.
Carl stood so still as I pissed on the stick, but Rick was pacing, twitchy.
I took a deep breath, and my fingers were shaking as I held that test, waiting for the result to show up.
My God, the tension was palpable. I had to laugh just to break the atmosphere.
“Shit,” I said. “I can hardly stand it. My heart!”
“Mine, too,” Carl said.
“And mine,” Rick added.
I closed my eyes, and I couldn’t look, couldn’t look as the time came. I had to force myself, heart pounding as I looked at the result.
A gasp, and a sharp breath, and the strangest feeling, the strangest shock.
“What?” Carl said. “Is it? Are you? Are we?”
“We are, aren’t we?” Rick asked. “Oh my God, we are.”
I nodded, and I couldn’t stop smiling, couldn’t stop the tears pricking my eyes.
I turned the test result to face them, two solid blue lines.
“Congratulations, guys,” I said. “You’re going to be daddies.”
Epilogue
Katie
I waved to Jack as we passed him in the Range, but Rick and Carl hardly noticed him, they were too busy looking at the yard beyond. Happy birthday, he mouthed, and I gave him a thumbs-up.
