by Marla Monroe
“Fuck me! I can’t stand it.” She thought she was screaming, but in actuality, it came out almost as a whisper, as if there wasn’t enough room for her to draw in a full breath.
Jeff pulled back as Caleb pressed up, and then Caleb pulled back as Jeff pushed deeper. They rocked in and out of her in a slow, sensuous dance that had her breath sawing in and out of her lungs.
“She’s so damn tight. Perfect. I won’t last.” Jeff’s broken sentences would have been amusing if she could have laughed.
“Hot, tight, wet,” Caleb gritted out through clenched teeth. “I won’t last either.”
“Please. Please don’t stop. I need more—faster.” She tried to take over the rhythm that threatened to drive her crazy.
Caleb cursed, and the two men picked up the pace. Her body burned from the inside out. Probably due to the hot, burning blood that boiled in her veins. One man tunneled in her ass while another pulled from her cunt, never leaving her completely empty. Always one of them was with her, holding her, filling her. This was what she needed, to be part of the whole. They were a unit, a family. Together they would survive, and together they would love their child.
Over and over again they moved her between them, moved over and under her. A roaring began to fill her ears as she strained toward that peak that she could see but not quite touch. They thrust faster and deeper, harder and harder, until in a blinding flash of light, her world exploded. Stars filled her sight even as her fractured heart became whole.
First Caleb then Jeff shouted out their orgasms, filling her body with ribbons of white-hot cum, the seal that bound them together. Beverly collapsed between them. Her throat raw from gasping for breath or screaming, she wasn’t sure which. The roaring had prevented her from hearing anything while she jerked over and under them.
They lay like logs for long seconds until Caleb grunted and shifted under her. “Jeff, I’m suffocating down here.”
“Tough. I’m dead. Dead men can’t move.”
If Beverly could have, she would have laughed, but that would mean she could breathe, and that was still not a done deal. Jeff eased out of her, grumbling all the way. She started to sit up to climb off of Caleb, but he growled and held her to him.
“Wait. Jeff will be right back,” he said.
“I know. I’m trying to make my getaway before he attacks again.”
His chuckle did things to her. Plus, it moved his softening cock inside of her. Little aftershocks spiraled out from her womb. Caleb hissed at the tiny spasms that squeezed his newly interested dick.
“Oh, no. Don’t even think about it.” She laughed when he waggled his eyebrows at her.
“Don’t think about what?” Jeff had returned and was cleaning her bottom with a warm, wet cloth.
“Caleb’s little man is trying to wake up again,” she complained.
Jeff died out laughing. “If he can rally for another round after that, I’m in awe. I think you broke me.”
“It’s a halfhearted attempt, believe me,” Caleb said.
They helped her climb off of Caleb, and then the three of them snuggled down after pulling the covers over them. Her heart was full and solid again. While they’d been bound to each other, Beverly had felt them settle there. She held a piece of them that would forever be a part of her. They each got a part of her that would bind her to them in all things. Nothing would be able to come between them now. She felt secure that no matter how they might argue or disagree, they would never break apart.
Whether they said it or not, they loved her and she loved them. Making them happy meant everything to her. She touched her belly and smiled. She couldn’t wait to feel their child move inside of her. From what they’d said about Rachel’s pregnancy, it didn’t last the full nine months. There was so much to do before the baby got there. Worry and anticipation whirled around in her head.
“What are you thinking about so hard, honey?” Caleb squeezed her arm.
“Just thinking about all the work ahead of us.”
“Stop worrying over it. We’ll work it out, baby.” Jeff kissed her shoulder.
Beverly’s stomach growled as loud as a mountain lion, much to her embarrassment. Caleb and Jeff chuckled.
“Sounds like taking care of you will be our first priority.” Jeff scooted to the side of the bed to get up.
“Where are you going?” she asked when cool air hit her back.
“You’re hungry, and I don’t think any of us has eaten anything since breakfast this morning.”
Caleb kissed her on the nose. “Stay here and we’ll fix something to tide us over ’til in the morning.”
She grumbled when he climbed out of bed as well. They tucked her in and left her to go downstairs. Well, she was eating for two. That meant she needed to eat more, and with her having been ill, she hadn’t been doing such a good job starting out. She could hear soft murmurs downstairs as they banged around in the kitchen. A smile filled her face as she relaxed into the knowledge of being pregnant and being able to feel her husbands’ love inside of her. This was what she had hoped for when she had dared to hope back on Earth.
The aroma of something delicious lured her out of the light doze she’d fallen into. Her eyes popped open just as Caleb and Jeff walked through the door with plates of food in their hands. They set them down, and Jeff ran back downstairs.
“Drinks, be right back.”
They ate sitting cross-legged on the bed making plans and talking about getting a new couch and burning the old one. She teased them that she couldn’t be sick for a few days without them trashing her house.
Once they’d finished, Jeff carried their empty plates back to the kitchen, and then they piled up in the bed and held on to each other. She was so happy and full from her stomach to her heart that she ached to tell them that she loved them, but she didn’t want to put pressure on them. Then Jeff rolled over to look down at her. He traced her lips with his finger. She could tell he wanted to say something. She smiled and poured all of her love for him into her eyes.
“Baby. You make me so happy with everything you do. I love you, Beverly, with all my heart.” He bent down and kissed her, a quick brush of lips against hers.
“I love you, Jeff. You make me very happy.”
Caleb nudged Jeff over and kissed her. “You’re my everything, Bev. I love you so much it scares me sometimes.”
Beverly touched his lips with her finger. “I love you, too, Caleb. Making you both happy makes me happy.”
She squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears when they both hugged her tightly between them. This was everything that life should be. Love and happiness completed their family, and together they completed each other.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Marla Monroe has been writing professionally for about ten years now. Her first book with Siren was published in January of 2011. She loves to write and spends every spare minute either at the keyboard or reading another Siren author. She writes everything from sizzling hot contemporary cowboys, to science fiction ménages with the occasional bad-ass biker thrown in for good measure.
Marla lives in the southern US and works full time at a busy hospital. When not writing, she loves to travel, spend time with her cats, and read. She’s always eager to try something new and especially enjoys the research for her books. She loves to hear from readers about what they are looking for next. You can reach Marla at [email protected] or visit her website at www.marlamonroe.com
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