The Baby Arrangement (A Winston Brother's Novel #1)

by J. L. Beck

  I could barely hear their own grunts, what all of this was doing to them, far beyond what a normal girl would be giving them. That I was able to take this without erupting into a bloody mess, well, I suddenly felt a whole lot more special, as if I was some sort of sexual super-heroine.

  In and out, pumping from both sides. I was losing it so damn fast. I fought it, wanting to be aware of everything that was happening and being overpowered with orgasms was not how that was done.

  They were pushing me closer and closer to the edge, essentially just dangling me off the cliff at this point.

  "Say it," Julian whispered into my ear. "Tell us you want it."

  "Want—want what?" I somehow managed to spit out.

  "You want us to fill you with cum. Fill you from both sides with our seed. You don't care about the risks. You want to have our child, Cassie. You want all of us."

  I was shaking in place, my mind a fog. I didn't want to think about the present, the problems, my anxieties, or anything like that.

  Julian and Jack had slowed to a point, though, where I wouldn't be coming unless I gave them an answer. Unless I told them what they wanted.

  Unless I accepted my fate as their slut, as the mother of their children.

  In the state I was in, I didn't have the brainpower to overanalyze things. All I could do was say what I wanted at the basest part of my being.

  "Yes, please, fuck me, please, fill me up, give me it all!" I screamed out, the torture of being right on the edge too much to cope with any longer.

  They had permission. They had my wishes.

  They took full advantage.

  Faster than ever before, they went back to pushing me to my absolute limits as a woman, pumping in and out of me, sending me screaming past what I would have once called a climax.

  I was lost, plunging into the sea of ecstatic orgasm.

  My entire body was pulsating with it, every little nerve there was writing with need and desire. I was screaming for them, but I couldn't hear my voice. I was just far too overloaded to properly comprehend it.

  Even in that over-stimulated haze, though, I could feel them quivering inside me. Their cocks pulsing, the cum rushing through them and exploding out and into me.

  Into my ass, where it felt so weird yet so wonderful. The warmth back there? It was wrong, but it was the right kind of wrong, if such a thing could be said.

  Then Julian unleashed himself as well. Blast after blast of his cum running into where nature intended it. This just felt the right kind of right. Warmth emanating from deep within my core. It was spreading through my entire body, so blissful, so great.

  "Fuck, she's just too good to be true, man," Jack said, his breath ragged and rough.

  "She is true. She's good. She's ours, brother."

  They both let me go, freeing my body from the blissful tyranny of their cocks and letting me rest in between them, feeling copious amounts of seed leak out of both of my holes.

  Disgusting yet wonderful.

  They held me close between them. God, this was perfect.

  I had finally made my decision, and I doubted I could have possibly made a better one.

  "Cassie," that youthful, curious voice asked me as she helped me mix things for dinner, "can I ask you a question?"

  "What's going on, Tiff?"

  "Are you pregant?" She pointed to my slightly swelling gut that was now poking through my T-shirt.

  I paused and looked down at her. I always thought that was a rude question to ask someone. At least a lot of my friends thought so. Given she was an eight-year-old girl, though, she didn't have a full grasp of proper etiquette around such a thing.

  "First, it's pregnant. There's an 'n' in there. Second, you should be careful who you ask that in the future, okay? Three, yes. Yes, I am."

  "You are? You're having a baby?" Her eyes lit up, like she was more excited about the prospect than I was.

  "That's what being pregnant means, Tiff."

  "Wow. So you're going to be a mommy?"

  I nodded. "And you're going to be an auntie."

  "I am? But I'm not old enough to be an auntie."

  "What do you think aunts are, Tiff?"

  "Um...these old women who hang around Mommy?"

  I shook my head. I supposed I could teach her something. "No, no. Those can be aunts, but an aunt is your parents’ sibling. You can be an aunt just fine."

  She scratched her head. "How am I going to be an auntie then?"

  "Your brothers are going to be daddies. That means you are the sibling of this child's parents. You're going to be an aunt, Tiff."

  "Oh, I see. Can I do aunt things with the baby when it's born?"

  "Depends on what you think aunt things are."

  She shrugged. Which was fine, because I didn’t know what she thought she was going to do.

  The penthouse was a warm place now. I did my part in taking care of Tiff, but the whole professional babysitter thing at this point was just excess, something that I could put on my resume in the future.

  I'd still pursue that, yes. I'd take it as it came. I had ensnared two fine men and was already building a family. Why not embrace it while it was sitting right there? There was no way I was ever going to find anything better.

  Even as I cooked, though, I had to deal with the predatory glares of Jack and Julian.

  They knew they couldn't take me right now. Not with Tiff watching.

  As soon as she wasn't, though?

  God, my nights were never boring, even less so since they found out I was pregnant. I always heard that pregnancy hormones would make you horny, yet the only thing I'd noticed so far was that it made the two of them even hornier.

  Which really was surprising because I didn't think that should be possible.

  Our lust was quickly morphing into love, too. Sure, we went about the whole relationship thing in terribly the wrong order. You got to know someone a lot through pillow talk, and we'd even arranged for Isabella to watch Tiff every so often—for a nice bonus—so we could go out and on a proper date.

  A tour of the city, more sights and sounds than I had ever dreamed of seeing, and even some dirty time in places that were hardly appropriate for us to be dirty in.

  I carried the dish over to the oven and slid it in, turning back around to catch Julian licking his lips my way. There was no doubt in my mind that it wasn't for food, just letting me know what was I in for.

  I set the timer for the oven, and it also reminded me that I had time where I didn't need to show full attention to the dish.

  "Tiff, why don't you go play with your Xbox for a bit?"

  "Okay, Cassie." She happily ran off, pleased to have permission to go sit in front of the TV like a potato for a change.

  I walked over to Julian, who proceeded to pull me into the room and closed the door.

  He immediately embraced me, a deep kiss and a hand on the small of my back. "You can't wait until tonight, can you?" I shot him a playful glare.

  "Tiff isn't in bed for almost four hours. What do you think I am, some sort of machine who can resist you for that long?"

  "I thought we agreed that we would hold back, as long as she's awake."

  "Yeah, but, um... I sort of want you now."

  "You're lucky that what I'm cooking takes an hour in the oven, you know."

  "The only oven I care about is this one." He placed a hand on my abdomen, massaging it gently.

  "You got your wish. Fuck me enough times like you two do, and it's bound to happen."

  "Whelp, you were worried about getting pregnant. The way I see it is you don't have to worry about it for another half year now."

  "Ah yes, the birth control of pregnancy. Brilliant."

  "I know, isn't it?"

  His hands had wormed under my pants and into my panties.

  The door to the room opened.

  "Am I hearing adult activities happening early in here?"

  It was Jack.

  "I'm trying to convince her to hav
e some fun with us."

  "You two are insatiable man-sluts, you know that?" I murmured.

  "Ah, but we're you're insatiable man sluts."

  They led me to the bed. I wasn’t getting out of this one.

  Not that I would want to.

  "Just a quickie. I am technically cooking right now," I pointed out.

  "Sure, sure. Everyone gets to have a grand ol' orgasm," Julian said, rubbing me through my jeans and wasting little time digging deeper to get to the fruit he truly wanted.

  "What, we both can't fuck her?" Jack added.

  "Maybe later. For now, we have to be practical guys. Jesus."

  I cupped both of them in the crotch. My duty as their lover was a daunting one, but I was committed to seeing it through. They were going to come for me. Again and again. I was going to keep both sets of their balls drained and dry, whether it be through mouth, pussy, or...other methods.

  Jack's words from a while ago echoed through my head. This was a hardly typical life, but it was mine, and it was wonderful. I was going to enjoy it to its absolute fullest.

  J.L. Beck is a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind. She play's mother and wife by day, and lets all her dirty fantasies come out at night. Her heart belongs to alpha males who love to take charge, and sassy heroines that give said alphas a run for their money.

  She's addicted to coffee, is constantly swearing, and has a rather expensive obsession with makeup. If she's not writing then you can probably find her chilling in her sweatpants, and t-shirt watching some crappy reality tv.

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  Stacey is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author of Second Chances, Shadows of the Past (co-authored with H.M. Ward), the Nashville Secrets series, and the Nashville U series.

  She’s also the single mom of three amazingly crazy boys and since she’s a transplanted Yankee, considers herself a big city girl living in a small town. Because she can’t live in the cities she loves – Nashville, New York, Chicago – she writes about people who do instead. When she isn’t writing, you can usually find her curled up with a sexy book, or more accurately, scrolling through Tumblr. She also isn’t afraid to admit her favorite addictions: Tumblr GIF’s, social media, Spotify, Dr. Pepper, and of course, dirty books. Hunky heroes with control issues and strong heroines who stand up to them are her weakness. She loves to talk books – not just her own – with anyone, so send her a message!

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