by Jess Bentley
“Yeah, I was pretty horny when I was pregnant too. I suppose that’ll show up any day now…” she muses, rolling her eyes dramatically.
“Any day now,” I repeat. “Dahlia, are you pregnant again?”
I see her hop up from her chair and take a step back, revealing her baby bump with a flourish.
“Totally pregnant!” she exclaims. “With twins this time!”
“Oh, wow! Congratulations! And tell August I said way to go!”
“I will! Try to get knocked up again as quickly as possible so we can be pregnant together!”
I laugh until my sides hurt, afraid to tell her that at the moment, I’m thinking about all the fun I’ll have when I’m not pregnant, more than anything else.
I hear the door open behind me and instantly get wet between my legs. Just knowing they’re here and what awaits me makes me crazy.
Leaning forward, I lower my voice to a whisper.
“Dahlia… my dates are here! I gotta go get laid!”
I see her embarrassed flinch just before I hit the button to disconnect the call. I know it’s sort of terrible of me to antagonize her like that, but I figure she has it coming. After all, she didn’t think I could do a regular nanny job, even without becoming a super concubine. If she had known the real details of the deal, she would have done everything in her power to stop it. Well, I really showed her.
“You don’t have to disconnect the call just for us,” Brock purrs, leaning on the back of my chair and running his lips along the side of my neck until goosebumps shoot down my arm.
“Yeah, we would’ve let her watch, even,” Trey adds as he nips at my bare shoulder.
I lean back and stretch luxuriously, letting them lavish with me with attention for a few moments before I answer.
“No, it would make her head explode, and we wouldn’t want to be exploding the head of a pregnant woman.”
“Oh, she’s pregnant?” Brock asks as his fingers trap my nipple, squeezing gently. A tiny, pale yellow drop of liquid oozes from the tip, then instantly vanishes.
“We should try to get you pregnant again as soon as possible so you guys can go through it at the same time.
“That’s what she said!” I object irritably. “But can we please just try to focus on one baby at a time?”
“Whatever you desire, princess. Are you feeling up to this today? Do you want to head for the pool?”
“Oh my God, you read my mind,” I moan as my nipple hardens dramatically. That didn’t used to feel this good, but now it’s amazing.
“You want me to carry you?”
I open one eye and squint at Trey. “It’s very dangerous to mess with me right now, did you know that? I mean, I am a highly volatile substance.”
Brock raises his eyebrows suggestively. “Do you mean that you could just go off? At any second? Without any provocation?"
I gasp as Trey tweaks my other nipple. Secretly I wonder if they’re trying to train me for nursing. I’ve heard that some mothers have a hard time with nipple irritation. Maybe they’re trying to toughen me up.
“I’m afraid he would hurt himself. If you were Sully, I would say yes.”
“Ouch,” Trey pouts. “Well, get your ass in gear and let’s go. I’ve got a woman I have to please! And she is very pregnant and very cranky, so I don’t expect it to be a cakewalk!”
“Oh my God… cake. We can have cake afterward? Please? Strawberries! Chocolate?”
Brock whips his cell phone out, instantly going all business as Trey holds his hands out to me to help me to standing. We head out into the hallway and down the private elevator to our private spa. It didn’t used to be a private spa; it was part of the public areas until they closed it off for our private use.
I love all the little, detailed ways that they make me feel special, in addition to the extravagant gestures. They all interlock to paint a picture of a real dream come true.
“Okay, cake will be here—ladyfingers with strawberries and chocolate.”
“Oh my God, that sounds better than sex.”
“Let me see if I can make the sex comparable, okay?” Trey sighs, opening my dress at what’s left of my waist. “At least let me take a shot at it.”
Since I’ve gotten really big, they’ve all done their best to accommodate my limited mobility. I can’t touch my toes. As a matter of fact, I haven’t even seen them in kind of a while. The woman who does my pedicure says they still look nice. I haven’t been able to trim my bush or anything, and I feel a little different down there. Kind of swollen. I guess my pussy lips got bigger, but the guys all seem to adore every strange and unpredictable inch of me. Even all the crazy noises my stomach makes and the midnight cravings for ice cream and green olives have been met with unquestioning loyalty from my husbands.
“Come this way, Bunny,” Brock suggests, tugging me by my hand toward a plush bench.
I sit on it, relieved to feel how the microfiber gel forms to my ass and lower back immediately. It feels amazing, and tension flows out of my lower spine.
“Oh, yeahhhhhhhh,” I sigh. “How did you know my back’s been bothering me? This is great!”
“Oh, we have a connection at the manufacturer. This is a prototype of a brand-new invention. It has several interesting uses, can you spread your knees for me?”
Dutifully, I open my knees, and Brock unties my panties at the side. It’s another new design. Now when I go to Agnes, I just ask her to make me panties with side closures. It’s working out much better.
His eyes widen as he stares at my pussy. I wish I could see it, but I also like watching him look at it.
“God, you’re beautiful!” he moans. As though overwhelmed with hunger, he dives between my legs, licking my pussy enthusiastically. He makes so much noise, it sounds like he hasn’t eaten food in days.
The cushion shifts as Trey sits behind me, straddling his legs around mine. I can feel his hard cock against the small of my back, and frankly, the counter pressure is magical.
“Yes, Trey, right there feels so good!”
“You want me to take your ass? Right now? Are you sure?”
“No, I mean… Just push your hard dick against the small of my back. It feels like a massage!”
“Anything you want, baby.”
“Yeahyyyyy, unnnnnnhhhhh,” I groan shamelessly as Brock eats my pussy, and Trey massages my back.
The cushion is absolutely perfect, suspending me almost as good as the water. Now I don’t even want to be in the water, I just want to do this for hours and hours. Of course, I generally think that it’s impolite to make somebody eat your pussy until their jaw goes numb, but I am carrying their child. Nobody has complained, at any rate.
I let the sensation build slowly inside me, allowing Trey to hold my thighs open for his brother. He gives me commands and suggestions against the back of my neck, telling me to keep going, telling me how good I’m doing.
But suddenly, I can’t hold back anymore. I need to come. I need to feel that explosion in my clit, let it take me over.
It’s like crossing the top of the hill on a roller coaster, and suddenly I can’t stop. I’m riding the sensation at breakneck speed, all the way to the bottom. Brock eats me so good, I’m coming and coming for a really long time. As soon as I’m done, I feel a shudder and another gush of wetness.
“Wow, you are really juicy today!” Brock says proudly, wiping my come from his chin.
But something feels strange. It felt almost like a shudder inside me. Something new. I shift my bottom a little bit and feel another gush of water.
“No… I think, um, my water just broke. Maybe? Help me up.”
They each take a hand and lift me to standing. When I do, I feel another gush seep between my legs.
“Yes… we are definitely having a baby today,” I announce.
They stare at each other, wide grins on their faces like mirror images.
“Dude, I just ate her pussy until she went into labor! That is so badass!”
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“Hey, I was rubbing her back,” Trey objects. “I was helping. You should appreciate me more.”
But it’s too late, Brock is already on his phone. “Sully? Dude? I totally just ate Bunny’s pussy until she went into labor! We are having a baby!”
“Hey!” I object as the first contraction tears through me. I bend over for a moment, cradling my belly in my hand. It passes in a few seconds, but I realize that’s nowhere near how it’s going to be in a few hours.
“Please don’t be telling everybody that you ate my pussy until I went into labor, Brock,” I scold him. “Honestly, I can’t believe I have to say some of these things out loud.”
He pouts and scoffs. “I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to do that, princess. I’m about to be a dad again! And you know very well that’s exactly what just happened! I’m telling everybody!”
How can I resist? He’s so damn excited, I guess he does deserve to be a little bit naughty.
“Fine, just don’t say that—ooooohhhhhh! Ow!” I yelp. “Shit! This fucking hurts!”
I look up and Spencer is rushing down the hallway toward us. My hospital bag is already slung across his shoulder. He is absolutely fucking prepared. I’m filled with relief.
“Okay, how far apart are these contractions? You think you feel an unusual pressure? Anything? Do you want an ambulance or should I get the car?”
I continue waddling toward the elevator, leaving a trail of puddles behind me with every other step. I sort of want to laugh again, but I’m not sure that’s a really good idea right now.
“This is only like the fourth one, so I don’t know? But my water broke. So that’s the definitive sign, right?”
“Yep, there’s no turning back now,” Spencer nods officially. He knows at least as much as I do about this process. He’s been reading every book there is, and I’m pretty sure he read them for Nina too, so he’s doubled on the information. I wonder if he’s going to add medical doctor to his resume in addition to lawyer.
“And did it all seem normal? No discoloration, no strange odor?”
“No strange odor at all,” Brock chimes in.
Spencer quirks an eyebrow at him.
“Well, I was kind of right there when it happened. That’s all,” he adds, “because I just made her come. Until she went into labor.”
He grins proudly, waiting for his congratulations.
“I am really not enjoying that, Brock! Ow! Ow! Ow!”
“Okay, I am going to get a private ambulance company over here. Should take six minutes, tops. I timed them. They’re on call.”
The three of them lead me through the lobby, fretting over every step that I take. I start doing some deep breathing, humming when the next contraction hits.
It’s a strange feeling, not exactly like a menstrual cramp, but not totally different either. Much more intense, that’s for sure.
When we get to the front door, Royce and Sully are there. Sully picks me up immediately, holding me as he stares through the front door waiting for the ambulance to arrive.
“I probably could’ve picked her up if she asked me to,” Brock pouts.
“Sure you could, little brother,” Sully answers. “I hear you’re the one who put her into labor, so you will always have that to look back on.”
“Seriously, I want people to stop talking about that.”
“Whatever you say, princess!”
The ambulance arrives, and it’s not a long ride to the hospital, but it still feels intense. While everything hurts, I also know it’s finally happening. I’m so excited, I want it to all happen at once so I can get to the end.
I just want to see my baby.
Our private birthing suite is extra large to accommodate all the daddies in the room. The doctors must have coached all the nurses, because no one even dares to raise an eyebrow at us. They all just spring into action, getting me in the bed, getting me some pain relief drugs, making sure that everybody has their instructions. All too soon, I am being told to push. The pain is unimaginable, yet I know there’s nothing to be done but live through it. Keep pushing until our child is with us, soldiering on.
My husbands hold my hands, and hold my knees back. They yell at me to push when the doctor says push, they wipe the sweat off my forehead when it gets too much. Sully feeds me ice chips from his fingertips. Royce keeps my hair out of my eyes. Trey puts little socks on my feet to keep them from getting too cold in the stirrups.
Finally, when I think I simply can’t do any more, they say they’ve got her shoulder. She’s almost here. Just a little bit further.
When I hear that cry, I can’t believe it. It feels like a dream. That’s my baby. That’s our baby. Me and my husbands.
“It’s a girl,” says the nurse after she’s wiped her down and wrapped her in a towel.
She lays this tiny, trembling bundle against my chest and smiles at me.
“Absolutely perfect, well done.”
My husbands crowd around me, alternating between kissing me and kissing the beautiful little life we made together. Sully is crying happy tears, while Trey and Brock bawl like children. It’s a beautiful moment, one that I never could have imagined could be real. And yet here we are, coming to the end of our fairy tale.
“Welcome to the world, little Lindsay,” I whisper to her. “You’re named after your grandma. The most beautiful woman who ever lived. And you are loved more than you’ll ever know.”
It’s the most beautiful moment I’ve ever experienced. It’s just like a fairy tale.
Copyright © 2017 by Jess Bentley
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Contents
1. Preface
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
PREFACE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
EPILOGUE
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
Preface
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
/> Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Extended Epilogue
Deleted Scene
About the Author
Also by Jess Bentley
Prologue
Parrish
Dylan, Montana, 2007
The twinkling fairy lights that have been draped across every inch of McCormick Ranch are creating such sparkle, the whole place looks like it could practically take off and flutter away. I’m one of the only seniors who isn’t part of the “McCormick Clique” to get invited to this graduation party, and my girlfriends have made it more than clear that they are insanely jealous of me. To be honest, I have no idea how I ended up with the invite in my locker. I was sure that it was mistake; I even asked Anna McCormick, the youngest of the brood, if it had been an accident. But she’d assured me that her brother was insistent I get an invitation.