“I can never be a dad, not a biological one,” he clarified, as if the doctor by his side might not understand that part.
“And being a dad doesn’t have much to do with biology, if you ask me. A dad is so much more than a vessel who gave birth.” His eyes met mine, his stare intent. “A dad is someone who loves his children, who provides what his children need more than just material possessions, who is there for them. You can and will be a better dad than most biological fathers on this planet. Of that I am sure.”
“Look at me ruining naked fun.” He wiped his eyes and sniffled again. “All because…I don’t know what got into me.”
“I know I want to.” Linc winked. “Sounds like a good time to me.”
Pace and I both began to laugh. I loved that Linc could bring the laughter out of us, especially when things had been so intense only seconds earlier.
“I wonder where Pace should put this then.” I cupped his cock. “If only there were a place designed for one of these.”
Pace rolled his eyes, and we were on much more fun topics. At least our lower brains were. I didn’t know about the other two, but my upper brain had shut off and was out of business, my entire being focused on the two men in my bed, neither of which was completely naked yet. That needed to happen. Stat.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Pace
We stripped. All of us down to our birthday suits, the sexual tension had been building, unspoken, almost since the first day surging to the forefront. We’d cleared all the impediments so easily, I didn’t even know where to go with it. Well, I did. At least for tonight.
When everyone was bare skin and jutting dicks, we stood facing each other. I licked my lips, nervous. “Have you two ever…? Is, has there…? I mean…”
Adam grinned at me. “Are you asking if we’ve ever taken a third into our marital bed?”
I nodded.
“No,” Lincoln finished for him. “We haven’t. We’ve never even wanted to until now.”
My cheeks flushed hot. “I’m honored, then.” Because that was the logical and not-at-all awkward thing to say.
Linc reached out and grabbed us both, drawing us in for a three-way hug. “This is what it’s all about, Pace. We never had a three-way because we only have sex with people we really care about. Enough to offer to share our lives.” He bent and kissed me, long and slow, pressing my lips open with the tip of his tongue to deepen the contact. When he moved back, Adam did the same.
The whole time, our dicks were clashing down below, and my fingers were tightening on the shoulders of both men. When the kissing stopped, Lincoln gave me a light push, and I plopped back onto the bed. Adam sat beside me, and Linc on the other side. Both their fists closed around my cock, and, because I totally wanted to touch them, I took one of theirs in each hand. They stroked me with a rhythm I tried to copy.
After a few minutes, Linc stopped moving, and we did as well. “Gentlemen, unless we want to end the whole thing with a triple laptop fountain, I have another idea.”
He moved to sit against the headboard and tugged Adam by the hand to kneel between his legs. He cupped his omega’s head and brought it down to his lap. Adam parted his lips, swollen from our kisses, and engulfed him, his ass high in the air. “You behind him, Pace.”
I froze. I hadn’t topped anyone since college and then only a couple of times fooling around with another omega. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, aren’t we, Adam?”
Adam’s head was already bobbing up and down, but I chose to consider him nodding as well. His groan when I slid my fingers through his slick certainly was no protest. He wiggled his ass, and parted his legs to give me better access.
So close just from watching, I fitted the head of my dick to his slick hole and thrust forward, my cock instantly encompassed by the heat and squeeze of his body. I loved being fucked and wanted Linc up my ass, but it occurred to me this could happen at the same time. How had I ever thought sex was good before?
I drove in and pulled out almost all the way, over and over, out of control, jerking wildly into his ass, clutching his hips tight and panting, fighting not to come almost from the first second I was inside.
Then, my balls were tightening when Linc reached out and put a hand on my chest. “Stop a minute, Pace.”
I whimpered.
But I obeyed, and he urged Adam off his dick and tucked a pillow under his husband’s head before sliding out and around behind me. He moved in close and stroked my hole with a fingertip, slipping it inside.
“You’re slick and ready, too, omega. Let’s do this.” And his cock replaced his finger. Despite my readiness, he had to work his way in. It had been a while. “So tight, Pace. Tell me if I hurt you.”
I grunted, rocking my hips forward to skewer Adam as Linc moved in and out of me, a little deeper, stretching to accommodate his more-than-generous size. The slight pain eased as he fully seated himself, balls slapping against my ass and sending a tingle up my spine. Between my cock embedded in Adam and Linc embedded in me, I’d never felt anything so exquisite. Never even dreamed it possible. I closed my eyes to concentrate then opened them because I couldn’t stand not seeing the omega arching his back under me. He took advantage of my supporting his hips to slip one hand under him, elbow sliding back and forth doing what I didn’t have to be a psychic to guess.
Our breathing grew harsh, nothing but moans and groans, the creaking of the bed under our combined weight breaking the silence until, with a shout, Linc shot his load into my body. The heat and stimulation set my orgasm off. Shuddering, I spurted into Adam, my knot swelling, and he groaned, his arm moving faster then stopping.
Filled and still embedded in Adam, I collapsed forward, shaking, barely managing to prop some of my weight on my arms on either side of him. Linc came with me, his knot attaching him to me and there we lay in a tumble, recovering out breathing.
I was nearly asleep when Adam said, “Linc? Pace? I love you guys, but you’re squashing me, and I’m lying in a puddle of my own making. It’s sticky down here.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Lincoln
After a quick power nap and eating our sandwiches, I sat back in my chair, satisfied in all the ways possible.
I now had two omegas.
And beyond my own comprehension, I loved them equally.
“I’d better go pick up Beau, and Penny will be back from school soon.” Pace got up and filled his water bottle before grabbing his keys. He looked torn, so I answered his unspoken question.
“What? You aren’t going to kiss your mates before you leave? Shameful.” I ended the sentence with a smile on my lips.
“It’s just new,” Pace answered and bent to kiss me while Adam waited his turn. “I’ll be back.”
As soon as the door closed, Adam came to sit on my lap. “That was incredible. I knew it would be.”
I pulled him sideways to sit more comfortably while he laid his head on my bare chest. I hadn’t even bothered putting a shirt back on.
He made a noise but then groaned.
“What’s the noise about?” I asked, cocking my head to see his face.
“It’s a delicious soreness.” He waggled his eyebrows.
I thought about our “nap” and instantly grew hard. That little session hadn’t done much to quell my need for our new mate. “He’s ours now. We have to work out some logistics, but he belongs with us.”
Adam nodded. “He does. Is it wrong I hope he got pregnant after all? I’ve heard of things like that happening, where the doctors are wrong. Like we don’t have enough worries on our plates already. But still, a little tiny Pace around here? Gods that would be beautiful.”
Apparently, we loved the chaos, inviting more of it every day.
Pace came in shortly afterward with Beau and Penny in tow. I ran upstairs to put on a shirt and walked in a few minutes later to Penny working on something with glue and scissors, which scared me, and Beau in the high chair, splattering more than eating yogurt.
Adam and Pace were working together on dinner. Adam cut up a rotisserie chicken while Pace bustled around, taking out frozen vegetables and a pie crust—the makings of chicken pot pie.
“Can I do anything?” I asked, and, as I passed him, Pace grazed his hands over my ass. My dick bobbed at my thought of round two.
“Oh, um, did you want to make dessert?” My newest omega’s face bloomed with a blush so lovely and perfect I reached out to stroke it.
I should’ve known it wouldn’t go unnoticed.
“Daddy Linc, do you love Pace?”
Every grown-up head whipped around to look at Penny. Well, this would solve the issue of telling the kids for sure.
“Do you love Pace, Penny?” I countered.
She crossed her little arms over her chest. “Not the question I asked, sucka. You touched his face, and you’re always looking at him like this.” She perched her folded hands under her chin and tilted her head a little. She wasn’t wrong. But I did not make that glamour shots pose—I didn’t think, at least.
Adam laughed but then tried to turn it into a cough—and failed.
I’d have to address not calling your father “sucka” later. “I do love Pace, and I love Daddy as well. Now, answer my question.”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course I do. Is he gonna be my other, other daddy?”
Sigh. I should’ve known her questions would be swift and to the point. “Do you want him to be?”
She shrugged. “Dude, he kind of already is. He takes care of us and makes us food and tucks us into bed.”
Again, the little tyke wasn’t wrong.
Pace had stopped all activity and was now staring between Penny and me with tears streaming down his face. I couldn’t take it. I pulled him into my embrace and whispered all the loving things I could think of into his ear.
Things I meant.
Things I had known since the man moved into our lives.
I chuckled. “Well, that settles it. Papa number three.”
Pace nodded and kissed the side of my neck and then Adam’s who had joined our hug fest. “I love you both so much.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Adam
“You look awful.” Linc stood behind me in the bathroom, his eyes glued to mine through the mirror.
“I feel awful, but Pace has a lot on his plate today. He doesn’t need to add dad duty to it. I’m fine.” I leaned back into him and immediately noticed my error when the movement conjured the nausea that had brought me to the bathroom in the first place.
“I can stay home,” he offered just as I bolted to the toilet.
I felt better after emptying my stomach of the little in it. At least for a second or two. That was all I got the last time. I couldn’t let Linc see, though. He and Pace were going to meet with a surgeon who might have some hope for Pace’s father, and I wasn’t going to ruin that by wallowing in bed.
Penny had school, and Beau would be fine with a low-key day—or he’d get into mischief and I’d end up cleaning the carpet or the walls or something—it would be fine. Pace’s dad had already outlived all estimates by the doctors, so they’d finally begun to look for serious treatment. Linc often talked about how doctors didn’t treat seniors as vigorously either because they didn’t think they could take it or because their lifespan was at its end anyway. He did not share my opinion, and as an advocate could represent in a better way with the new doctor than Pace could alone.
“Absolutely not. Pace needs you. Go.” I stomped my foot, channeling my inner Penny when she was being extra stubborn.
“He’ll understand,” Linc assured me, and that was the thing…he could understand and be all gracious and kind about it. Didn’t mean it was what he needed. Pace had been caretaking to the max, even after we fired him and he became part of our family.
“What will I understand?”
I turned my hack a bit too quickly. Yeah, the feeling better didn’t last too long.
“Nothing,” Linc and I both lied at the same time. This was important, and the meeting had taken Lincoln calling in a ton of favors and pulling strings even I didn’t know he had owed to him. More important than some visits to the porcelain throne. It was nice to see Linc was finally in agreement on that.
“Looks very much not like nothing. Adam, are you all right?” He rushed halfway over than froze as if second-guessing himself.
“I’m fine.” My nose was growing by the second. “I just ate something that didn’t agree with me.” Or picked up something from one of the kids at school during drop-offs or I didn’t know. Except I did know and just wasn’t willing to face it yet so excuses and fibs it was—especially to myself.
“You saying my dinner did this to you?” Lincoln crossed his arms at his silly comment. He’d cooked the night before, a wonderful shrimp-and-rice dish. It was not the dinner.
“Maybe I caught something?” I offered, leaning back against the cool bathroom sink.
“Then I’ll stay home.” Linc’s voice faltered as disappointment flashed quickly over Pace’s face. He schooled his expression quickly, but not quickly enough. We both saw it. Pace needed Linc to go with him and me to watch the kids, and I’d be damned if we didn’t give him what he needed. This was the first sign of hope his father had seen, and if he needed help navigating things, we were going to make that happen. Possibly after I puked again, but we’d make it happen.
“And leave Pace to deal with deciphering medical gobbledygook? Heck no.” I turned to the sink to splash water on my face and rinse my mouth wanting to give them a couple of seconds to process what I just said and to gather enough strength to look fine. From past experience, if my inkling was correct, I had one more tossing of the cookies and the day would be okay. Sleepy but not this, so I’d take it. “You guys go. See? I’m already better.”
“Pace is standing right here.” Pace rolled his eyes. In the bedroom, he enjoyed when we discussed what we would do with him in front of him. That didn’t travel over into other aspects of our life, apparently. “He lies.” Pace directed his words to Linc, doing the same exact thing he’d just teased us about doing. I loved this omega.
“He does,” Linc agreed, taking my hand in his. “I’d punish him if he didn’t look so wretched.”
“I heard that.” I rolled my eyes.
“You were meant to.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek.
“We can leave Beau at Parents’ Day Out after we drop Penny off at school. We have time.” Pace went into full-on Manny mode.
“I’m—”
He held up a hand to stop me.
“This will work. Marcus, who runs the day out, is wanting to make this more of a steady income so we are helping him out and you can rest. Done.” He stepped out of the way of the bath back to our room. “Now, back to bed with you.”
And obey him I did, after one last trip to the throne. I was able to get in a good nap and woke up feeling less sick to my stomach and just as tired as when I’d laid down. It was time to face the music and head to the pharmacy for a stick to pee on. I’d seen little signs for the past week, ignoring every last one of them. I was exhausted all the time. My concentration as I tried to tweak my cover letters for my job applications waned after only an hour; the smell of coffee repulsed me. And now I got the flashing signal I could no longer ignore—nausea. The ten-dollar test I was about to pick up was nothing but a formality.
I was pregnant.
It should’ve been impossible. I was on suppressants—99.7 percent effective or so the package touted.
The package lied. Two lines showed up almost instantly when I peed on it an hour later only reaffirmed.
I was going to have a baby.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Pace
We had planned on having lunch after the appointment, but with Adam feeling like hell, we decided to go by the soup-and-salad place for takeout. Chicken noodle might be just the thing fo
r Adam’s stomach, and Beau would for sure love it heated up for supper. Penny would like the salad we bought her. We chatted along the way about Dad’s new medical team and their strategy for if not curing him giving him back some quality of life and maybe some good months or, optimistically, years. With some time left before the kids needed to be picked up, we headed home to check on Adam.
As we pulled into the driveway, we had to squeeze by the other car. “Was he parked this close when we left?” I asked, opening the door just wide enough to get out. “He wasn’t, right?”
“No. I wonder why he moved it. I hope he didn’t have to go pick up one of the kids. Maybe his stomach bug is contagious.” Linc started for the front door, keys in hand. “Damn. I’m a doctor. I should have considered keeping them home.”
“They looked fine,” I reassured him. “I’m sure it’s all okay.” I wasn’t, but there was no reason to get worried until we knew what to be worried about. Manny training was big on keeping situations calm.
When we got inside, Linc called out, “Adam, we’re home.” I set the bags with our lunch on the counter and followed him upstairs. “Adam?” He paused on the landing. “I hope he’s okay.”
I did too. “Well, I…”
“Linc? Pace? I’m in the bedroom.”
I nearly knocked Linc down on the way in to see him. So much for calm. “Adam, are you all right? Where did you go? Why didn’t you call us?”
I entered the room to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, a little pale but certainly not at death’s door.
“Hi,” he said. “How did the meeting go? Any good news?”
“Very well.” Linc’s voice came from behind me, the calm tone I associated with him, now that he could see Adam was still alive. We’d managed to wind each other up, I realized, but we were together and all was good again. “We brought you soup for lunch. Think you can come down and have a bowl while we tell you what we learned?”
He stood and slipped something into his pocket. “Sure. What kind of soup?”
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