by Loni Ree
After smirking a little, I stop on the side of the bed and grab my little surprise. He blinks a couple of times and reaches for the box when I hold it out to him. "First, I want you to open your wedding present."
He sits up and takes the box, and his cock jumps as he looks over at me and wiggles his eyebrows. "I'd rather have you first then presents after."
"Open your present, please."
He starts opening the box after my plea, and I see the confusion on his face for a second. "Why are there three of everything in the box?" He looks confused.
"One for each baby. It seems you don't do anything like a normal person. You have to be an overachiever even at knocking me up."
His face turns white, and I'm scared he's going to pass out for a second. "Three. Three fucking babies." He keeps repeating the words over and over, and I almost regret telling him before I got my wedding night sex.
He turns his shining eyes toward me and grabs me around my hips. "You have no idea how happy you've made me. Terrified as hell, but so happy." Then he gently lays me across the bed and starts kissing down my chest until he gets to my belly where he stops and starts whispering.
"Hello in there. I'm sure it's getting pretty crowded. Your dad can't wait to meet all of you." Then he gently kisses all around the bump, and goosebumps break out all over my body. "How do I fuck you now, knowing there's three in there? Is it even safe?" he wonders out loud and reaches down to run his hand softly over my tummy.
"The doctor said it was safe for a few more weeks, at least. This will be a high-risk pregnancy, so I'll be taking next semester off, maybe even longer," I tell him as I shrug my shoulder while he looks up at me. With three babies on the way, attending school may or may not happen again in the future, but I know my husband will support me no matter what I choose.
"Are you okay with all of this?" He looks concerned, and I want to reassure my love.
"You have no idea how happy you and our babies have made me." After reassuring him, I pull his face up to mine and kiss him with all the love in my heart.
He slowly lifts my gown up my body, and his cock hardens against my thigh. When he tosses the nightie over his head and growls in the back of his throat, I wrap my leg around his waist and rub my hungry pussy against his pulsating erection. He reaches between us, moves my thong to the side, and slips into my wet core. Slowly, he pumps his hips. The slow movements cause my eyes to roll back in my head, and I hold on to his arms and arch my back to draw him deeper into my wet center.
"Fuck, your little pussy is hotter, tighter than ever," he groans as his thrusts begin to pick up speed.
Before I realize it, he spins, and I'm on top of him, looking down into his adoring eyes while he lifts my hips up and down to meet his careful movements. When his thumb starts rubbing slow circles on my swollen clit, I throw my head back and let the orgasm consume my body. He leans up and devours my nipple as his thrusts grow erratic. His fingers bite into my hips in a bruising grip as he suddenly holds me down to meet his upward jab. The veins stand out in his neck when he throws his head back and shouts as streams of warm cum fill my pussy.
After falling forward to lie on his chest, we both fall back onto the bed. He rubs my back for a few seconds before he suddenly asks, "Fuck, was I too rough, Doll Baby?"
I turn my head and kiss his cheek before reassuring him. "God, no, Daddy A. You were perfect."
"Daddy A?" He looks at me inquiringly.
I smile and explain, "I can't exactly call you Daddy Alphahole in front of everyone, so I shortened it."
"You plan on calling me Daddy A now?" He smirks.
I shrug my shoulder and snuggly reply, "When you tame the King Alphahole, you want to brag."
His expression is shocked for a few seconds before he throws back his head and laughs. "I'll never have a dull moment with you, Doll Baby."
Epilogue
Daddy Alphahole- Six Years Later
Ryan, Alice, and Margaret are getting ready for their first day of Kindergarten. The last six years have flown by, and it's hard to believe these three are already old enough to go to school. Meredith stayed over last night so she could see the triplets off on their first day of school. Since Meredith teaches third grade at their elementary school, she'll be able to see them every day at school, and some of my paternal worry is assuaged.
My Doll Baby had a rough pregnancy with the triplets. We fought the whole way to thirty-weeks, then Tori had to have an emergency cesarean section for Ryan's distress. The babies were in the hospital for several weeks after their birth, but all managed to come home with no complications, except Alice has minor eye problems and wears cute little glasses to correct her vision.
"Daddy, I want pizza and ice cream for dinner, please." My little sweetheart bats her eyelashes behind her round glasses, and she knows I can't resist her pleas. She's a tiny miniature replica of her mother. I have a hard time telling any of my kids no, but especially Alice.
"I'll order pizza tonight after school, Ladybug." She skips away, and I see Ryan high five her as she turns the corner.
"You just got played, Daddy A," Meredith mocks behind me.
"Ya think?" I look over my shoulder and roll my eyes at my laughing sister.
"Daddy, Daddy, I want a new baby for my birthday," my lovely wife asks as she comes up behind me. She wraps her arms around my waist and squeezes. "I just thought I'd ask since you're giving in so easily today." She opens her eyes real wide and waits for me to respond. Since her difficult pregnancy, I've been reluctant to go through all that trauma again.
"If you're a good girl, we can talk about it later." I wink, and she smiles.
As she's walking toward the kids' room, she stops and calls over her shoulder, "My birthday is in eight months. I'll be getting the new baby right about then."
My mouth falls open in shock, and Meredith grabs my arm to steady me as I take a few steps back against the wall for support.
"Boy, I hope she's only having one this time." She looks up at me, and I shake my head to agree.
On my Doll Baby's birthday, Quinn Jacob is born all by himself, thank God.
Copyright
Packaged Love
By: Loni Ree
Copyright © 2019 by Loni Ree
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Chapter 1
Emma
"Yes, I know you need the party favors. I'm going to drop them off to you tomorrow." I roll my eyes and thank God Aunt Maureen can't see me through the phone. I drown out the rest of her yapping and try to get her off of the phone.
"As soon as I get the rest of the little babies to put in the bags, I will get them done." Whoever heard of putting ceramic babies in the gift bags? My aunt has no class at all. Sheesh.
"I have another call coming through. Love you. Bye." After hanging up, I shake my head and look at my dining room table while sighing. It looks like a baby store puked on it. Once the ceramic babies arrive, I can take all of this to Aunt Maureen and forget the "Baby Shower Nightmare."
Urgh, I hate waiting on this stupid package. Aunt Maureen will kill me if I miss it, and no one wants to deal with a pissed off Aunt Maureen. Ever since my cousin Chelsea announced her pregnancy, my aunt has been insane
. I mean absolutely CRAZY. You would think Chels is giving birth to the next King of England the way my aunt is acting. Of course, my mom had to go and volunteer me to make the gift basket and party favors for Chelsea's shower. Way to go, Mom.
After today, I can make the rest of the party favors and get my aunt off of my back, if the package ever arrives. While waiting and scrolling through the available movies, I hear the box drop on my front step and run to grab it. To my absolute horror, it's not my box. The package is addressed to E. L. Wescott, 1216 Oak Lane Drive. I'm E. L. Wolcott, 1216 Oak Land Drive.
Oh my God! E. L. Wescott probably has my ceramic babies. After running to find my phone, I frantically look up Oak Land Drive in my maps app. To my surprise, it's only a few roads away, so I decide to take the wrong package and hopefully make a hostage exchange.
Oh, wow, a couple of roads makes a huge difference. After turning onto the quiet subdivision road, the beautifully manicured lawns and gorgeous modern homes are a pleasant surprise. When I arrive at 1216, I notice a box sitting in front of the impressive two-story house. I park and take the package hoping to make the trade.
A glance at the box by the door confirms my suspicion that my package was delivered here by mistake. Since I don't want to just switch and run, I ring the doorbell several times, but no one answers the door. I figure it's not stealing since I'm leaving their box and taking mine, so I exchange the two packages and head back for my car.
Two steps from my car, my body is slammed to the ground, and my box goes flying. I hear the sound of shattering babies, and my heart drops.
"You little fucker, I bet Bubba's gonna love your soft ass in jail. You shoulda stolen from some other sucker," is grunted in my ear as my head is shoved into the manicured grass.
"You broke my babies," I scream, and all of a sudden, the weight is lifted from me and startled brown eyes are frantically searching my face while the most gorgeous man I've ever seen runs his hands under my hoodie over my stomach.
"Oh my God. How far along are you?" He lays me gently back on the ground and runs his hands through his hair over and over again. "The police are on their way. I'll have them call an ambulance."
"Wait," I shout, realizing his misconception. "I'm not pregnant; you broke my ceramic babies."
After blinking several times, he sits heavily on the ground and stares at me. He opens his mouth to speak but stops and shakes his head.
Sirens blare in the distance, and finally, a cop car pulls into the driveway. The cop who emerges from the vehicle looks amazingly similar to my attacker. "Hey, man, your thief looks really dangerous."
"Fuck you." He isn't any friendlier with the cop.
"Ma'am, are you okay?" The policeman helps me to my feet. When my assailant growls, both of us turn to look at him.
"She had her fucking hood over her head. I thought she was robbing me," he grunts.
After pulling my hands away, I try to explain the situation. "We have similar names and addresses. His package was delivered to my house by accident, and my package was delivered here. I rang the doorbell, and no one answered so I switched them. He went all King Kong and attacked me and smashed my ceramic babies." I ramble on to the cop who looks between us with a smirk on his face.
When the cop signals with his hand for my attacker to give his side of the story, he says, "I was in the shower. By the time I got dressed, I saw someone walking away with my package, so I attacked."
"My package, jerk-face," I correct him.
"Look, I'm sorry…" he starts, but I interrupt.
"You explain that to Aunt Maureen. She's crazy." I put my hands on my hips and try to look as threatening as possible. Well, at five-foot-five, compared to his at least six-foot-five, I’m probably not too threatening.
"Okay, how about this? What if I take you to dinner to apologize and get your babies replaced overnight? Would that make you happy?" After walking over and grabbing my box, I fight to open it to check out the damage. There are five broken babies, but the rest are fine.
Luckily, I way overbought, and the five destroyed dolls don't matter.
"I don't need the five broken babies. Don't worry about it," I tell him, looking over my shoulder. There is no way I'm going on a pity date with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Jerk-Face.
"And dinner. When can I take you out?" He still insists on dinner.
"Just forget it. I need to get home and get this done for my aunt." I wave to the cop before moving away.
I try to leave, but my attacker grabs my arm. "I didn't get your name."
"Oh, I’m Emma.”
"Nice to meet you. I'm Ethan Wescott, and this is my brother, Derek Wescott." He points to the smirking officer.
After waving, I try to back toward my car, but the determined jerk keeps hold of my arm. "I won't take no for an answer. Let me take you to dinner," he persists.
"Okay, after I get past my cousin's shower, I'll call you," I agree, getting his number before I flee with my poor, abused, ceramic babies.
Chapter 2
Ethan
"Man, she’s hot." When my dickhead brother utters those words, I turn and deck him.
"Goddamn it. I could arrest you for assaulting a police officer, you asshole." He rubs his jaw while whining at me.
"Keep your fucking eyes and hands to yourself. She's mine." The feelings racing through me are so unexpected, I'm ready to combust, and dipshit is an easy target so he better watch out. Fuck, when I pulled back the hoodie and saw her for the first time, my heart stalled in my chest while my dick turned to stone in my pants. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
She yelled about babies, and the only thoughts going through my mind was killing the other man. No other man would be the father of her babies. Once I realized it was stupid ceramic dolls, my heart settled back into normal rhythm, but I couldn't form a coherent word to save my life. Now, the love of my life thinks I'm an illiterate moron who tackles women for fun. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Are you listening to anything I'm saying…"
I look over, and Derek is still yammering away. After bending down and grabbing my phone, I head inside with him following me, still running his mouth.
"Grab my package will you." That should give him something to do.
"Looks like Grammy is worried about her baby again." He makes kissing sounds, and the urge to smash his face again runs through me. I settle for flipping him off on my way to the refrigerator for a beer.
He opens the box and starts munching on the chocolate chip cookies inside. "Hey, asshole, leave me a few." After dropping a soda in front of him, I grab the box before all of my prize disappears. "You'll have some waiting at your house."
He shrugs his shoulder and pouts as he opens the soda can then asks me, "So, what's up with Emma?"
I rub the back of my neck and decide there is no use trying to hide the truth from my twin. "No idea. I saw her and BAM! She's the one."
Derek's eyes bulge, and his mouth falls open, allowing the soda to dribble onto my counter. "You're shitting me. Mr. Play the Field has found ‘the one’? Wait 'til the guys at the gym hear this." He laughs while reaching for a paper towel to clean up his mess.
I step in front of him and tell him seriously, "Keep this between us for now."
After Derek leaves, I spend the rest of the weekend waiting for Emma to call. By Monday, my patience has run out and finding her becomes my main priority. I could kick myself for not getting her last name because without it, locating her is impossible.
At the end of the week, my attitude sucks from a combination of sleepless nights and a sore dick. Every night, I fall asleep to memories of Emma's chocolate brown eyes and velvety hair. My dreams are filled with her delectable curves, tempting me as she slowly runs her hands down my body. At the first touch of her pouty lips to my aching cock, my overheated body jerks awake, drenched in sweat and so fucking worked up I grip my rock-hard erection in my fist to relieve the pressure in my goddamn nuts. My fruitless effort to find her has left me frustrated and volatile.
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"Hey, king asshole, great news. A certain beautiful brunette who stole my brother's heart is working out downstairs as we speak." Derek waltzes into my office and drops into the chair.
In my haste to get to my office window, I turn over my chair. The sight of Emma walking through the gym causes my heartbeat to accelerate while my dick turns to steel. Her gorgeous little ass is getting way too much attention from the other gym rats, and I can't contain the possessive growl that escapes my clenched teeth.
"Man, did you just growl?" When I rush the door, Derek steps in front of it and holds me back.
"Move the fuck outa my way." I have no control over my body. A week without Emma has me wanting to crawl out of my skin.
"You scared her off last time. Go out there like this, and she'll run again." As his words sink into my rattled brain, I drop my chin to my chest and take several breaths to calm my raging emotions.
"Okay, I just need to talk to her." He releases my arm, and I race out the door to find my girl. The sight that greets me on the gym floor has the growl tearing out of my throat again. Some asshole has taken it upon himself to assist my girl with her workout. One of his hands is touching her waist while he shows her a piece of equipment. Over my dead body. As several gym regulars watch me stalk over, they try to get the soon to be dead jerk's attention, but he is too intent on Emma.
"Hey, baby. You should have let me know you were coming in." I push between the creep, Tony, and Emma. After wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her snuggly into my side, I turn my glacial eyes toward him. "Emma won't need your help with the machines."