by Lea Bronsen
His words caused her chest to constrict. She understood his distress.
“Fuck.” He scratched his head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Then”—he took a deep breath and looked up to the ceiling—“then do it quick before I change my mind.”
What? With a squeal, she jumped into his arms and wrapped hers around his neck. “Merci, merci, merci!”
Hazel eyes tense, he took her face in his hands and kissed her. “I have no idea what the hell I’m embarking on, but at least you know how much I love you.”
“Yes, yes, I do.” She returned the kiss, pressing her lips against his with a fierceness and warmth she had seldom experienced with him. His bighearted decision made her love him even more, and the secrets he had kept from her were all forgiven.
“Okay, you crazy one.” He gently held her at arm’s length. “And with whom would we do it?”
Her mind raced. The most important point was agreed upon, now on to the next, the “inseminator.” But she wanted him to be the one that suggested Mica, not her. “I have no idea. It could be anyone. It doesn’t have to be someone we know.”
“Hmm. A guy who wouldn’t be around too much afterwards and interfere in the upbringing, ya know what I mean.”
“One of the tenants, maybe?”
His brows shot up. “Yup. Chances are he wouldn’t come back.”
“Exactly.” Her chest tightened. Mica was going to live with Todd in another country and probably not return here. She would never see him again. And with Todd searching for a new bed and breakfast, the moment to say good-bye was coming fast. They would leave as soon as Mica felt strong enough for a bike ride.
“But there’s no one here, now.”
She clenched her fists. They were getting near, so near. “The bicyclists.”
Oh, she had said it, mentioned the very thing she’d waited for all this time, since the day the guys arrived on their bikes and Mica so mischievously fixed her with his smoldering black gaze.
Brian stared, eyes wide, then snorted. “C’mon, they’re gay. They would never want to sleep with you.”
If you knew….
She nodded. “Micaela has a son. So we know he can”—Brian’s silent stare forced out the next words—“have a child.”
He blinked. “He does? He’s had a girlfriend?”
God, why did he have to spell it out? Jealousy stung in her chest. Mica not only had a lover now, but he had slept with and loved another woman in the past, too.
She swallowed and held his gaze. “Yes.”
“Well, I’ll be damned.”
“Hmm.” She blew out a slow breath and tried to keep her features placid.
“Okay. You…um….” He cleared his throat. “I think you know the boys better than me. Wanna ask them? This whole thing makes me really uncomfortable, and the less I have to deal with it, the better.”
“Sure.” She made an inward sigh of relief. How lucky that he let her handle this. It was crucial that he didn’t come with her, in case Todd still resented her and mentioned what happened between her and Mica in the kitchen.
“Go, then.” He smiled. “Go, babe, before I change my mind.”
She hugged him one last time, slipped out of his embrace, and exited the room. Achieving this hadn’t been easy, but the next part wouldn’t be any easier. Her pulse hammered so hard in her ears, it drowned all other sounds.
Chapter Eighteen
Anne stood in the hall facing the boys’ room and hesitated. Low voices sounded through the door. She clenched and unclenched her fists. There was no guarantee her plan would succeed, because Todd had every right to refuse.
Her stomach knotted so painfully, she thought she was going to throw up.
Mon Dieu. Get a grip.
She braced herself, took a couple of deep breaths, and knocked twice on the door.
After a short silence, Todd’s voice came from the other side. “Yeah?”
She pressed the handle, and the door opened quietly, smoothly, as if in a dream. Bright light from a lamp in the ceiling flowed into the hall. She resisted the impulse to look up and check out the hole.
Don’t. Keep cool.
“What do you want, Anne?” Todd asked from the window. He leaned cross-armed against the frame, emerald eyes as dark as earlier and a frown marring his forehead.
She stepped inside, her knees trembling, close to buckling.
Mica lay slumped in bed, his back resting against a couple of pillows, glass of water in hand and a pill in the other. He glanced at her before tossing the pill into his mouth, swallowing it with a sip of water.
She held her breath. “I have to ask a big favor. From the both of you.” She gazed from one to the other, their eyes fixed on her. “Brian and I have wanted a baby for a long time, but it seems we need help from another person. Another man. We—” Her throat tightened, and she swallowed to fight back a rush of hot tears. “We don’t know if it’s him or me, but we have to try. We’re desperate.”
Todd stared at her. “Lemme get this straight. You want one of us to sleep with you? Preferably Micaela, hmm?”
God, this was difficult. She gave a faint nod. It seemed her lungs couldn’t get enough air. Her heartbeat pounded in her head, deafening and dizzying. She waited, petrified, expecting Todd’s anger to explode with the same intensity as earlier.
But he stood silently, staring at her.
She sucked in a breath. “After what happened this morning, I understand.”
“You know.” He gave a deep sigh. “I'll allow it, because I can relate.”
Oh! Mouth agape, she stared back without a word.
He sent Mica a glance. “You see, he’s told me what happened, how you were so devastated by this problem, he wanted to console you. And it got a little…out of hand. I can understand that. It’s okay to fail. We’re only human. As long as you’re honest about it.”
Blood pulsed in her ears as his words penetrated her foggy mind. She didn’t dare look at Mica, but sent him a silent, gigantic thank you for so cleverly saving both their asses.
Todd nodded. “When I said I can relate, it’s ’cause he’s suffering a lot from the loss of his son, and that touches me, too. Ennio should be a son to me, but his mother’s refusal to cooperate makes it so hard to….” Gaze fixed on her, he spread his hands.
The pain in his emerald eyes was evident. She wasn’t the only one hurting.
He glanced again at Mica, who stared at the empty glass in his hands, biting his lips. “He and I will obviously never have a kid, so we’re in this shit together, and we’ll grow old and lonely. But what I’m thinkin’ now is if he had a kid with you, it would be mine, too, indirectly. That would solve our problem. The only thing I’d ask for”—Todd looked back at her—“is that you allow me to be present during the…uh…conception. And that we get to see the kid afterwards. That you allow us to be reserve daddies.”
The last point wasn’t exactly according to Brian’s idea, but she could only agree to Todd’s legitimate terms. She gave a small nod.
“If this works, if you do get pregnant, don’t shut us off from the kid’s life.”
“I won’t, I promise.” She tried to ignore the pounding in her chest. “So, when do you want to…uh…do it?” She gazed from one to the other.
Black diamonds shimmering, Mica looked up and lifted questioning brows in Todd’s direction.
Todd sent him a long, intense look. “Whenever you’re ready, Mica. I’m okay with it.”
After an eternal moment of returning his stare, Mica’s voice came out as a croak. “Any time.”
They both turned to her, and the tension in her chest evaporated. She breathed out her relief. “Oh. I don’t know what to say.”
Todd shrugged with a smile. “Just get ready.”
“Yes.”
“How about we meet up in ten? Is that enough time for you?”
She nodded, tears filling her eyes as she gave both guys long stares of gratitude.
“That’s great.” H
e grinned. “Can’t wait to see how that goes, actually. It should be pretty exciting. We’ll see you in your room.”
She gave Mica a last glance.
He was looking at her with a warm smile.
Ecstatic, she left the room and danced on her way to the main bathroom.
She couldn’t believe how fast things had changed. This new situation was surreal, like the craziest dream where she could have anything she asked for. In a few minutes, the four of them would have group sex—something she had never experienced before—to make a baby. And better yet, Mica would sleep with her!
“Thank you, thank you.” She sang the words as she hurried to take off her clothes.
After a quick shower, she redid her hair and makeup, tied a towel around her body, and ran to hers and Brian’s bedroom.
He still sat on their bed, gazing expectantly as she closed the door behind her. From the flickering in his hazel eyes, he was nervous.
Not as much as I am.
“So, tell me.” Voice thin, he extended his arms to welcome her.
She approached the bed and slid in between his large, warm thighs, pressing her knees against his crotch. “Lie down. The fun’s about to start.”
His eyes widened. “What? Did they say yes?”
With a mysterious smile, she placed a palm on his solid chest and pushed him backward until he rested on the sheets and his thighs spread wider. “Move up a bit, and close your eyes.”
When he obeyed, she turned around, opened the closet, and chose her shortest skirt and most transparent white blouse. A moment later, everything was in place, molding her curves and flattering her femininity. She wore no panties. Just the thought of what awaited in the next minute had her pussy juices running, and a sharp inner contraction of lust made her suck in a breath.
Hips swinging, she brought a black scarf back to the bed, straddled Brian’s thighs, and tied the cloth around his eyes.
“Hmm.” He grinned, displaying his front teeth. “That’s kinky, baby.”
Yes, but she blindfolded him to spare him the view of another man going at it with her.
She crawled back a bit before leaning over his lower body with her ass in the air. With years of expertise, she unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, thumb and index finger encircling the soft shaft, and stroked it to life.
“Aw, baby.” His organ thickened and lengthened in her hand.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh, yeah.”
The door opened behind her and two distinct pairs of shoes stepped on the wooden floor, heading toward the bed.
She didn’t turn her head to greet the guys. In order to not disrespect Brian, she would avoid all exchange with them. As much as the idea of having group sex excited her, there would be no eye contact, no sensual touch, no sex talk. This wasn’t going to be a full-on orgy, but an act of necessity to make a baby. A seed would be planted, and that would have to suffice.
Mica’s labored breathing reached her. She closed her eyes and pictured him watching the scene. What a turn-off it must be to see the woman he courted masturbate her husband! She felt sorry for him and hoped he would still get aroused enough to penetrate her. What if the proud Italian in him decided this was too much to ask and he left without even trying? It was possible. Then she would never become pregnant, and all she’d done to make it happen would be for nothing. Her chest squeezed. So much at stake.
The mattress moved. Thank God. Mica knelt behind her, his knees spreading her thighs farther apart. The soft cotton of his sweatpants brushed her skin and tickled her. Warmth emanated from his legs. She arched her back, pointing her ass toward his crotch while concentrating on massaging Brian’s cock to the best of her ability. She wanted everyone to be at ease, but at the same time, the job had to be done; she needed Mica’s semen inside.
Two hot palms landed on her thighs, stroking from the curved insides of her knees up to her cheeks beneath the short skirt and down again, sending sparks of want to her pussy. Her inner muscles contracted and wetness glided out of her. At least he wouldn’t need to pry her open.
His fingers lifted the skirt over her ass, baring her nudity, and chilly air brushed the engorged lips of her vagina. The hands moved aside to grab her buttocks, and, seconds later, the hard head of a cock poked at her entrance. Oh, so soon!
He’s ready, he’s going to penetrate me. I can’t believe it.
She held back a gasp of lust. This was it, the moment they had both been waiting for. He went in, filling her all the way, and slid out. Sizzling heat rushed through her, and in an attempt to stifle a gasp of delight, she took Brian’s cock in her mouth.
“Oh!” Brian chuckled, bringing eager hands to her head and entwining his fingers in her hair.
Encouraged, she swallowed his thick length as deep in her throat as possible, while meeting Mica’s thrusts with her wide-open pussy in a slow, delicious rhythm.
At the sound of a cracked wrapper, Mica paused before suddenly jerking his hips forward with a grunt, his cock gliding fast into her wet tunnel with the movement. His warm stomach and torso cupped her back, and long locks of hair brushed her shoulder blades. She conjured up images of Todd inserting fingers into Mica’s ass before slowly penetrating him with his erection.
Another jerk and a low grunt in her ear, similar to a groan of pain, confirmed Mica was being fucked, too. They were linked together, and the guys behind her started moving in time, heavy breathing and small, insistent slaps filling the room as two pairs of thighs met two pairs of butt cheeks in a quick, perfectly choreographed dance.
She didn’t know how much Brian understood, if he realized a gay sex scene was happening in his own bedroom—a ménage à quatre, actually—but he groaned so loud from the expert ministrations of her wet tongue and hungry lips around his shaft, he probably couldn’t hear, and he would come any moment.
Mica’s thick cock slid in and out of her with an amazing heat-building intensity, sweaty thighs slapping and hands stroking the exposed skin of her ass, but she couldn’t relax enough to fully enjoy. The situation was far too serious. Against all odds, her plan had succeeded, but in a few minutes their copulation would end, a baby would or would not be conceived, and then her wonderful seducer would leave with his lover forever.
Brian’s hands clutched her head hard, and he came with a sudden, bestial growl, spraying long rushes of hot, salty semen down her throat. She swallowed, let his cock slip out of her mouth to rest on his glistening stomach, and licked her lips.
In the next moment, a succession of loud groans escaped Todd.
Mica tensed in between them, fingers digging into the skin of her butt, and he banged her one last time. In silence. Maybe he didn’t want her husband to hear him come and make things worse for him. His hard length jerked against the sides of her tunnel and ejaculated, hot wetness reaching the farthest recesses of her vagina.
As agreed, as planned.
Chapter Nineteen
The next morning, Anne lay staring at the ceiling. After spending the night recapping, conjuring, and enduring while Brian snored peacefully at her side, she was too tired to even have breakfast downstairs.
One by one, vivid images from the past few days flew through her head like the infamous life movie of a dying person. She had played every scene with Mica continuously, concentrating on sense-heightening details. She feared that if she didn’t, the pictures might slip from her mind and disappear.
She had kept to herself in the bedroom since the foursome, complaining of exhaustion from the ordeals in the storm. Brian was understanding and sweet. Maybe the thought of her being pregnant made him want her to be calm and take no risks. He might even tell her to stay in bed for the next nine months.
With the improving weather, new guests arrived during the day and filled the bed and breakfast. Brian took care of the household and cooking. Every now and then, he brought her food and drinks, a cute, secretive grin lifting the corners of his moustache.
Today should be one of
the happiest days of her life. According to her monthly schedule, there was a good chance her biggest wish had come true and a little special someone had been conceived. Just the thought should have made her squeal and dance from euphoric happiness.
But what if none of the mini Micaelas made it to their goal and she remained childless?
When Brian came up after breakfast, he told her the bicyclists were preparing to leave and went back to assist them.
Apparently, there would be no other opportunity to make a baby.
She couldn’t help wincing at the memory of their copulation, as she liked to call it. It had been too quick, too mechanical and cold. An automated act they performed to make a baby, not because they wanted to enjoy each other’s intimacy. What a disappointment. Mica’s numerous advances had promised so much more sensuality and excitement! Would that five-minute-long impersonal banging remain the last memory they shared and kept before separating?
And if that wasn’t bad enough, the notion of never seeing him again shattered her heart into a thousand glass shards.
God. Her choked gasp filled the quiet room, and she closed her eyes to stop the threatening tears. Still, drops as hot as molten iron squeezed past her lids and rolled to the sides, trailing a burning path to her ears. The tightening of her chest and throat provoked gasp after gasp. Soon, she wept like a hopelessly crushing teenager, writhing, clawing at the sheets, almost crying out his name.
Footsteps sounded at the bottom of the stairs.
Brian.
She couldn’t let him see her tears. He would understand the reason and have a fit. She had to hide.
The attic.
Wearing only panties and a T-shirt, she jumped out of bed, opened her door discreetly, and ran into the hall. When she pressed the handle of the attic door and opened it wide, it didn’t creak. She dove into the chilly darkness and spun around to close the door. At the same time, footsteps reached the landing.
Thank God she’d made it. She clenched hands at her sides and held her breath, standing behind the hard wood that separated her from Brian.