by Lane Hart
If there’s one thing I know about me and Abby, it’s that when we’re together it’s explosive. There’s no fucking way he can top that shit.
Decision made, I finally get out of the truck and climb the steps two at a time to the second floor. My hand shakes when I knock my knuckles on the door; because as many women as I’ve fucked, I’ve never had anyone watch before.
Luke opens the door in nothing but shorts and a smirk. This is becoming a habitual greeting of his that I can’t say I’m real fond of.
“She’s asleep,” he says. “The pregnancy and cancer wear her out early most nights.”
I hang my head in shame. Here I am, showing up to fuck her when she’s growing my baby and getting sicker each day because of it. Someone should kick my ass.
“But she usually wakes up randy because she has these really naughty wet dreams.”
“Um, okay.” I’m not sure what else to say to that. The way Luke knows Abby’s days and nights so well makes me wonder how long he’s been in the picture.
“She’s moaned your name a few times in her sleep since she got back from the beach.”
Damn if that doesn’t make my cock swell.
“Why would you tell me that? Aren’t you pissed?” I ask in confusion. He looks so carefree about Abby wanting someone else that it doesn’t make sense.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he leans a shoulder against the door jam. “Jealousy isn’t really my thing,” he says. “And it’s hard to get mad at someone who’s dying to save her baby. Your baby.”
“I told her she should terminate…”
He shakes his head. “I know. She’s so damn stubborn.”
That’s when I realize exactly why he told me about the doctor’s appointment. He wanted me to find out what was going on and to try to convince her to save herself, because he doesn’t want to lose her. Hell, I don’t either, so I guess that’s one thing we’ve got in common.
“You coming in or not?” he asks when he straightens up and takes a step back.
“But I thought you said she’s asleep?”
“Stay the night, and I promise you’ll be really glad you did in the morning.”
“Are you sure she’s up for…”
“For now,” he answers. “I don’t know for how much longer.”
I nod in understanding.
“She doesn’t have anyone else really,” he says sadly. “Her family is pissed at her, still giving her the silent treatment. All of her friends graduated from ECU and live out of state. Linc’s married now. It’s just her sister, me, and you.”
“Are you trying to guilt trip me into staying, so you can watch us fuck in the morning?” I ask.
“Yes. Is it working?” he asks with a big grin.
“I call all the shots,” I say.
“Hell yes.”
Once I step into the apartment, he shuts the door and locks it behind me.
“You don’t get to touch her unless I say so,” I tell him, following him down the dark hallway.
“Understood.”
When we get to the bedroom, he turns on a bedside lamp, so I can find my way around. He climbs in bed on one side of Abby, so I go around to the other. The king sized mattress has plenty of room for the three of us. I won’t have to touch him or anything. Besides, who knows how much longer I’ll have to be able to share a bed with her. Maybe I can sneak right in and even convince her to change her mind about letting me raise the baby.
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Abby
I wake up warm, without chills, for the first time in…I don’t know how long. In fact, the bed with Luke’s heat feels like an oven. Rolling away from him to cool off, I encounter even more body heat. What the fuck? Squinting my heavy eyelids open, dark, wavy hair is inches from me. I’ll be damned! Luke was right.
Senn’s smooth, tan sculpted back muscles stretch beautifully across his wide frame, looking so tempting. The clock says it’s only six a.m. which is why the room is still mostly dark. I took a twelve-hour nausea pill with my prenatal vitamin last night, so I should have a few more hours…
My greedy fingernails reach out and stroke a path right down Senn’s spine, all the way down to the waistband of his boxer briefs. That wakes him up.
With a sleepy grumble, he rolls to his back. Stretching his arms over his head, he grips the headboard, flexing his biceps while making a damn fine tent under the sheets. My mouth waters just looking at him. His face is soft when our eyes lock and hold in a strangely intimate moment.
Grabbing my hand, he places it over his hard pecs, rubbing across his expansive chest before tracing along the outline of his abs. Unable to resist any longer, he directs our hands lower, following the soft trail of dark hair underneath his boxers until I’m grasping his long, hard cock. He moans at the same time I gasp when a hand touches my waist before slipping down and teasing me lightly between my legs.
Oh God, yes. There are two gorgeous men in my bed. How did I get so lucky? Did I die and go to heaven already? No, that can’t be right because I’m surely destined for hell.
Growing impatient, Senn throws the covers off of us and shoves his boxers down while his chest heaves. Knowing exactly what he wants, I raise up, getting to my knees to lean over and tease him with my mouth. Fisting him at the base, I slowly lick paths up and down the bulging veins of his shaft before wrapping my lips around the thick crown of his cock.
“Fuck,” he moans. “Take more.” His voice is already strained, and I just got started. The dripping, salty precum tells me he’s not gonna last long. So freaking turned on, I reach down and rub my clit with two fingertips before I remember there’s another man here that could to that for me.
“Luke,” I plead. Senn stops breathing and I don’t feel any movement behind me. “Luke?”
“Can I taste her?” the man behind me asks Senn. “She needs some relief.”
“Fine,” Senn grumbles. “Lick her pussy while she sucks me off, but she doesn’t finish until I come.”
“Yes, sir,” Luke responds, making my thighs clench around the emptiness.
Why was that exchange so hot? Two men talking about me like I can’t make decisions for myself. One deferring to the other. Before I can comment, Senn’s enormous hand is on the back of my head, redirecting me to my task.
Lowering my head again, Luke gives me more instructions, “Spread your legs wider and lift your hips for me.”
I quickly do as he asked while covering as much of Senn’s cock as I can with my mouth without gagging. The first gentle touch of Luke’s finger through my wet folds causes me to release a moan around his shaft.
“Fuck, yes,” Senn mutters. “Make her do that again.”
When I feel the stroke of Luke’s tongue in my pussy, I nearly choke and have to pull my mouth off Senn.
“If you stop, he stops,” Senn warns, looking down at me with hungry, hooded eyes. As soon as he says the words, the magic stops. Damn him. Even though I’m internally cursing him, it’s so fucking hot to know Senn’s in control. Luke’s easygoing enough to defer to him, and I have to say, between the two, right this second I want Senn more for being the dominating alpha.
I go back to sucking his cock because I want to please him, and in return have him allow my own pleasure. My eyes close and I whimper when Luke picks up where he left off. Knowing I’m so close to my release, I work harder on Senn. Swallowing as much as I can, I counterstroke his cock in a tight grip. His hips lift off the mattress, pumping into my mouth faster and faster while I squirm under Luke’s talented tongue and fingers in my pussy.
“So close,” Senn hisses between his teeth. His hold tightens in my hair a second before the warm jets of his release pulse down my throat. As soon as his cock slips out of my mouth, Luke’s tongue penetrates me so deeply I feel his nose pressed against me. My body convulses as I shout out with the ecstasy. Before I come all the way back down, Senn drags me gently up his body, so that I’m straddling his waist with my head lying on his sweaty chest.
> Spreading my legs farther apart with his own, Senn tells Luke, “Now you can fuck her.”
“Hell yes,” Luke says before I feel him kneeling behind me. Big hands cup my breasts and knead them while a steel length rams into my sensitive flesh. I brace myself for his thrusts, gripping Senn’s shoulders. Luke drives me up the other man’s body until my face is buried in his neck that I kiss and nip on between the blissful moans. Underneath my belly, I feel Senn’s cock already stirring to life again. The hard pressure of his length against my pelvis is what sends me over the edge.
“Oh God,” I moan when I grab two handfuls of Senn’s hair to hold on as I grind myself on his body while getting fucked from behind.
“Fuck,” Senn groans. “I need to be inside you.”
He reaches between our bodies, and then I feel the tip of his finger…inside me…with Luke’s cock.
Gasping, I push up on his chest. “What are you doing?” I ask. “Uh! Uhh!” I cry out when another finger eases inside me. Luke’s body jerks behind me.
“Does that hurt?” he asks.
I shake my head since Uh is all that I can make come out of my mouth as I look down at his amber eyes that look dark and desperate.
Feeling the same way, I lift my hips and grasp his cock, slowly sinking down on him with our eyes locked.
“Abby,” he groans simultaneous to Luke’s curse. I whimper as my walls stretch to hold two cocks. I don’t have to move after that. Luke’s thrusts do all the work for the three of us.
“You okay?” Senn asks, sweat dripping down his tense face.
“Yes,” I assure him. “Yes! Uhh!” I clamp down tighter on both cocks as my body shakes with release.
“I’ve gotta come,” Luke says right before he stills inside me.
“Fuck,” Senn groans when he also feels the warm, wetness of his release. That’s it for him, too, apparently.
We collapse into a sweaty, gasping pile.
After minutes or hours of silence, Luke says, “I’m just gonna go…yeah,” before he lifts off me and starts for the bathroom. When he stumbles and crashes a shoulder into the wall, he curses, making Senn and I both burst into belly laughs that rock us against each other.
“How’s our girl?” he asks once we’re alone and have stopped giggling. More ice melts from my heart as my boneless body continues to lay draped over Senn’s hard, massive body.
“She’s good. I felt her moving the other day.”
“Really?” he asks. “How does it feel?”
“Um, sort of like bubbles or water slowly shifting around.”
“Have you picked out a name?” he asks.
“No.” Linc and I named Thomas the same week we lost him. This time I’m afraid to give her a name, to get even more attached to her in case I lose her.
“I was thinking of one—” he starts, but I slap a palm over his mouth.
“Don’t. Save it for after she’s born and we hold her.”
“But what if…” he trails off.
“Then you name her.”
“You sure about that?” he asks with a wrinkled Shar Pei forehead. “What if I name her Zena or Blanket?”
“Just stick to names in a baby book and you’ll be okay,” I tell him. Inside my heart warms because he may be serious about this being a father thing after all.
Chapter Thirteen
Senn
I line up a row of storage containers on the kitchen counter and start filling each with the “rabbit food” I just mixed up for the week. My stomach growls, unhappy with the necessary health kick required for the last few weeks before my fight. I only have about six pounds to lose to make weight, and instead of the hard, dehydrating way the day before the official weigh-in, I want to do it gradually over time.
The sudden knock on the door has me ready to pound my fists into the wall. Really, it’s not all that unexpected, just earlier in the night than normal. I mean, it is the first of the month when rent is due.
Grabbing a dish towel, I dry my hands and toss it aside before steeling my spine on the way to the front door. I put my eye up to the peephole just to be sure and gasp in surprise seeing her standing there instead of the giant pain in my ass. She’s sort of a pain in the ass, but I don’t mind since her mouth feels fucking amazing on my cock.
Undoing the chain and deadbolt, I open up.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, and it comes out sounding hostile instead of inquisitive as I intended. Abby’s slumping shoulders suddenly square, and I see the wall come down on her face. Shit. Let me try that again. “I mean, I’m glad you’re here. How did you know where I live?”
“I have my ways,” she says. “Just came by to see if you were still abiding by our deal.”
Our deal? Oh, right, the one where I said I wouldn’t fuck any other women. So she’s here looking for cage cunts.
“You can come in and check my bed if you want,” I tell her, opening the door wider as I eye her short, yellow sundress. The material is so thin I can practically see her dark areolas through it. And actually, now that I think about it, there’s never been a time when I’ve had a slut in my bed since I don’t ever bring them back here. My bed is for sleeping, not fucking or any of that snuggling shit.
“Okay,” Abby says before storming past me and sniffing through my house like a K-9 unit. Not that I would tell her that. She probably wouldn’t appreciate the dog comparison.
Instead of following her around, I go back in the kitchen and finish up on the week’s meals. I’m putting the last container in the fridge when Abby reappears holding a stack of books and a look of disbelief on her face.
“Baby books?” she asks, blinking at me in question.
“Uh-huh,” I reply, grabbing two bottles of water for us from the fridge. “Unless you’re having puppies or kittens? Shit, did I get the wrong ones?” I tease.
Abby follows me silently to the living room where I set our waters on the coffee table and then slouch back into my favorite corner seat on the sofa.
“Have you read them?” she asks, sitting the stack down and taking a seat on the other end of the sectional.
“I’m not a speed reader,” I tell her with an eye roll. “I’ve read maybe half of the first one, right around when it starts talking about bottles or tittyfeeding.”
“Huh,” she mutters, and then the woman with the biggest mouth in the world turns silent as she focuses on the television. I don’t even know what channel I have it on. Some IFC countdown of the best knockouts of all time. Jude’s brother Jax still holds the top spot and record for quickest knockout in the first fifteen seconds of a fight. I wanna try to beat that record someday.
“When’s your next fight?” she asks.
“July twenty-fifth,” I answer.
“Where?”
“Atlantic City.”
“Maybe I’ll come see it,” she says.
“Okay,” I reply trying to sound ambivalent. I won’t get my hopes up because no one except my teammates ever come to watch a fight out of state. Sure, I have fans, so my hotel bed has never been empty before or after a fight; but as far as friends or family go, well, I’ve never had anyone in my corner. Local fights, especially when I was younger, are an entirely different story.
“Are you gonna fuck cage cunts while you’re there?” Abby asks, looking away from the television to scowl at me with narrowed eyes.
“I told you I wouldn’t, right?”
“Like your word means anything,” she responds. Fuck, she’s such a ballbuster.
“Guess that means you’ll have to come up to Atlantic City and check my bed,” I tease; but for whatever reason, I do want her to see me fight.
“Yeah, I guess so,” she answers with a sigh. “Maybe Luke will come with me.”
There is no way to win with this woman. None whatsoever. So what the fuck am I doing with her? I have no damn clue.
“Let me get this straight. You’re gonna travel hundreds of miles to make sure I’m not fucking anyone else, while
the whole time you’ll be fucking someone else?” I ask. “Bit hypocritical, don’t you think?”
I chug half of my bottle of water while she thinks this over, her fingers playing over her long, cock-teasing braid.
“So, you don’t want me to fuck Luke?” she finally asks with a scrunched nose, telling me she’s not a big fan of that idea.
I’m six feet, four inches, two-hundred pounds of hard muscle, but there’s apparently this tiny soft spot hidden somewhere inside me. One with Abby’s name on it. I blame it on the whole tragic, life-threatening cancer and being knocked up by me thing she’s got going on.
“If I can’t fuck anyone else, then you can’t fuck him unless I’m in the room.”
“Fine,” she huffs rather sullenly before she suddenly starts giggling.
“What?” I ask.
“You’re never gonna get rid of him now,” she tells me. “He’ll be like your stray puppy, following you around everywhere; but instead of begging for scraps, he’ll be begging you to let him get laid.” She giggles again, apparently amused by the idea of him being my bitch.
“How do you know he won’t just go out and screw some other girls?” I ask.
“Because he won’t,” she says simply. “He’s honest, unlike you.”
“What the fuck?” I exclaim, tossing the remote in the air. “Have I ever lied to you?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “Not that I know of, but then, I probably wouldn’t know if you were lying, would I?”
“I haven’t and you know it,” I mutter. “Now, are we gonna get naked or what?”
Abby gasps and starts to sputter some sort of attempt at an indignant response.
“You wouldn’t still be here unless you wanted my dick,” I point out with a smirk. Ignoring her weak rebuttal, I slide across the sofa cushions until I’m next to her. Yanking on her braid, I tilt her head backwards, so I can feast on her throat while my hand fondles her titties.
I place a few openmouthed, tongue kisses down to her collarbone and back up the side of her neck, stopping right underneath her ear. When Abby squirms, I grip her jaw to hold her still. She whimpers and shivers when I lift her hair up to kiss a path from her neck to her shoulder again, flicking my tongue underneath the thin strap of her yellow sundress. I shove a hand down her neckline, needing to feel the soft skin of those heavy tits against my palm.