by Chloe Lang
Her clit fired white-hot and her body exploded into a rush of sensations that spread through her, searing every cell, every nerve, everything.
She closed her eyes and moaned into Justin’s cock, tightening her ass on Alex’s shaft and clenching her pussy on Brandon’s dick. These are my Doms. Mine.
Pleasure shot through her, up and down her body like wildfire. She writhed between her Champion men. This was where she belonged.
“Coming,” Justin said, grabbing her by the head.
She sucked until her cheeks hollowed out, draining him of all his man cream.
“Fuuuck,” Alex growled, and she felt his climax in her ass.
Brandon’s body stiffened. His eyes narrowed to slits but never shut. He shook as he sent his seed into her pussy.
Her shivers continued for some time as her Doms kept their dicks inside her, caressing and kissing her into a deeper state of submission.
Chapter Twenty
Shelby could not believe how wonderful her life had turned out in such a short time. It was so much better than anything she’d ever imagined. Her men, her Doms, her very life had become something she would read in a fairy tale, but it was real. All of it. She was so in love with each of them and she knew they loved her.
No one could ask for more.
But she’d gotten more, thankfully. Her mom and dads had arrived back in Wilde yesterday. Dad Joe and Papa Bill were talking to Brandon and his dad by the grill. She could smell the aroma of the steaks, which was a sign it wouldn’t be too long before they’d all be sitting down to eat. With all the sides ready to go for the big shindig her mother had magically put together somehow in less than twenty-four hours after arriving back in the States, Shelby had a chance to relax on her front porch and enjoy a glass of iced tea.
“Go long,” Justin yelled to Alex. They were playing football with her two brothers, Adam and Bane, in the front yard. Her twin brothers were on a two-week leave from their tours in the military in Africa. Another twelve months was all they had left to serve. They both told her they were coming back to Wilde once they were done.
Per usual, Carolyn, her sister, was nowhere to be found. She didn’t care for family gatherings.
Shelby needed to make a point to go see her sister. She wanted Carolyn to find happiness, too.
Her mom and Connie came out of her house.
“Charly just called,” Connie said. “She’s running late, but will be here shortly with all her guys.”
“No rush,” Shelby said. “Look at them.” She pointed to the men around the fire. “They’re in no hurry.”
Connie nodded. “Men think women talk too much. What about them? War stories, football stories, old glory days. I’ve never known any woman who can hold a candle to my guy. Wayne’s gift of gab is record breaking. I’ll see if I can light a fire under them,” she said, leaving the porch.
Shelby smiled. “Mom, take a load off. You’ve knocked yourself out today. I can’t believe you’re not suffering from jet lag.”
Her mother sat down beside her. “Not really.”
“Dad and Pop don’t have any signs of it either. You three never cease to amaze me.”
“How’s my sweet daughter today?”
“I’m great, Mom. I’m so glad you are here.”
“Me, too, baby. Me, too.” Her mom reached for her hand and squeezed. “I wish we had never left you alone, sweetheart. If your guys hadn’t been there…to…” A tear streamed down her mother’s cheek. She’d taken the news about what had happened with Lily hard. “Thank God they were there, Shelby. I told your dads we need to sell our place in Australia and move back to Wilde. We even called a realtor.”
She shook her head. “Mom, I’m fine. Look at me. I’ve never been better. Besides, Australia was always your dream.”
“Yes, it was. We’ve done it and loved it, too.” Her mother smiled. “But we have other dreams, sweetheart.”
“Oh?”
“Grandbabies.”
She smiled. “Mom, you’re too much.”
Her mom grinned and stuck out her tongue. “You don’t think I’d make a terrific nana?”
“You’ll make a wonderful grandmother,” she said as Jessie and her hubbies drove up in two trucks. It took at least that many, now that their baby was in the picture and they needed a car seat. “Maybe we can test out your nana skills today with little Carol.”
“Now you’re talking, Shelby.”
Twenty minutes later, all the guests had arrived, which looked to be half of Wilde at least.
Charly, Jessie, and Mackenzie were in the kitchen with her mom swapping tales and tips. All the men, including her dads, were in the yard in the latest hot game of touch football.
Alone on the porch, Shelby held Jessie’s baby in her arms. “Can I trust you to keep a secret, Carol?”
The tiny girl’s blue eyes were wide.
“I think I can. I’m only a day late on my period, but I’m never late. Tonight I’m going to take a pregnancy test. Fingers crossed, Carol. You might have a little friend to play with.”
Jessie’s baby cooed her excitement.
“The truth is I want to see the two pink lines that say I’m going to have my own baby.” She kissed Carol on the forehead.
“Sweetheart,” Brandon said, out of breath from the pass return he’d ran back all the way to the trash cans, which were doubling as the goal line in today’s fierce contest. “You okay? Do you need anything?”
“Not a thing.”
Justin ran up to him. “You were out of bounds, bro. Gotta walk that one back.”
“No way,” Brandon argued. “You’re just saying that because you’re on the other team. I stayed on this side of the sidewalk the whole time.”
Alex joined them. He was the current referee, a position that almost every man had held today at one time or another. “The touchdown was good.”
“Are you three going to argue all day or are you going to play?” Seth Strong asked loudly from the center of her yard, or as they were calling it, the fifty-yard line.
“Chill out, Strong,” Alex said, and then turned to her. “Shelby, how’s baby Carol?”
“She’s wonderful.”
“If she needs changing, I’m your man.” Justin smiled.
Brandon smirked. “Like you’ve ever changed a diaper in your life.”
“None of us have, but I’m willing to get some practice in for when we have our own bundle of joy one day.”
“Damn, I hadn’t thought of that,” Alex said. “Shelby, when Carol is ready for Uncle Alex to change her, just let me know.”
“I’ll be the one changing her, not you two fools.” Brandon sent her a wink. “Honey, tell them who your favorite is. You would trust me with diaper duty, right?”
“You’ve lost your mind.” Justin laughed. “Everyone knows I’m her favorite.”
“No way.” Alex shook his head. “I’m her number one guy.”
“You’re all my favorites. Now, get out of here and go play.”
As her three men walked back to the other players on the field, they continued their argument of who was going to be the best diaper changer.
Her three guys were going to make amazing fathers.
She looked down at little Carol, who had fallen asleep in her arms.
Jessie came out to the porch. “You ready for me to take her off your hands?”
Shelby shook her head. “I’m enjoying holding her, Jess. Do you mind?”
“No,” the new mother said, sitting down in the same chair her own mother had been in earlier. “Something is up with you, Shel. I can see it in your eyes.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Jessie leaned forward and stared hard at her, making her giggle. “Oh my God, you’re pregnant, too. Just like Charly.”
“I don’t know that yet. I haven’t taken the test.”
“Key word is ‘yet.’ How late are you?”
Why could Jessie always see right
through her so easily? “Only a day. You’re going to think I’m crazy, but I think I am.”
“You are. I can see it all over you. You’re glowing.”
“When did you know?”
“Right away,” Jessie said. “I’m not sure if that happens to all women, but it did for me. And now it has for you, too.”
“Stop it. You just want Carol to have playmates.”
“Yes, I do.”
Charly joined them, carrying a fresh pitcher of tea. “What are you two talking about?”
Shelby smiled as Jess brought her hand to her mouth.
“No you don’t,” Charly said, glaring down at both of them. Her baby bump was just starting to show. “Details.”
“Swear you won’t tell a soul?” she asked her.
“Oh my God. Shelby, you’re pregnant.”
“See, Shelby.” Jessie turned to Charly. “That’s what I just told her. A woman knows her body. When did you know you were having a baby?”
Charly answered, “I was a day late on my period.”
“I’m never late.” Shelby felt happy tears welling up in her eyes. She would take the test tonight, but she now knew what it would reveal. “I’m going to have a baby.”
THE END
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Chloe Lang began devouring romance novels during summers between college semesters as a respite to the rigors of her studies. Soon, her lifelong addiction was born, and to this day, she typically reads three or four books every week.
For years, the very shy Chloe tried her hand at writing romance stories, but shared them with no one. After many months of prodding by an author friend, Sophie Oak, she finally relented and let Sophie read one. As the prodding turned to gentle shoves, Chloe ultimately did submit something to Siren-BookStrand. The thrill of a life happened for her when she got the word that her book would be published.
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