by SC Daiko
Gabe’s cock brushes against my thigh, and I break my gaze with his to glance down at it. His thickness is hard and ready for me. “Fuck me, Gabe. I want you inside my pussy.”
“Your ass is stretched full of Luke,” he grunts. “It might hurt.”
“I can take it. Please, fuck me. Both holes. I want you both at once.”
“Our little girl is becoming demanding,” Luke chuckles. “I fucking love it.”
Gabe brings his chest down onto mine and inches his cock into me. I grit my teeth at the stretch… it aches, it aches so bad. I yelp as Luke pushes from below and Gabe from above.
Gabe’s hot breath fans my forehead. “Are you alright, sweetheart? Do you want us to stop?”
“No. Don’t stop!” I want this. Sandwiched between the two of them, Gabe’s hard pecs against my tits, Luke’s long dick in my ass, makes me feel like a part of them… makes me feel whole.
They fuck me slowly, alternating strokes, one in one out. “Ready for more?” Luke grunts.
And I am. “Faster, fuck me faster!”
They change their timing and thrust together, in together and out together, grunting as they slam their cocks into me. They pant into my ears and kiss me, Gabe kissing my lips, Luke my nape. I turn my head a fraction, and they’re kissing not just me but each other, Luke nipping at Gabe’s bottom lip, hard masculine kisses that make me quiver from top to toe.
Gabe pulls back from Luke and reclaims my mouth again. The mingled taste of Gabe and Luke explodes on my tongue, and the flavour is delicious. Gabe’s fingers reach down and find my clit. A sharp tingle goes through me and I start to tremble. I’m desperate for release; the sparks are building. “I’m gonna come,” I cry out. “Please, I want you both to come with me.”
“With absolute pleasure,” Gabe growls.
Luke bites and sucks on the skin at the back of my neck. “You’re so fucking tight, babe, can’t stop myself. Need to fucking come.”
“Do it,” I hiss. My whole body is shaking; I don’t know where I begin and they end. I lift my hands to Gabe’s face, locking my gaze with his. Whiteness flashes before my eyes and I let out a high-pitched shriek. My ass and my pussy clench tight around them and we come together, in a chorus of grunts and moans. My head spins with the intensity; it’s like we are one, the three of us. They hold me and I hold them as our breathing stills, warm sweaty skin against skin and the scent of sex in the air.
Gabe rolls off me and flops back against the pillows. “Thank you both,” he says, turning his head and smiling. “I feel as if I’ve just died and gone to heaven.”
Luke moves me off him into the space between us, hooking a leg over mine. “Fuck, that was beautiful,” he says, dimpling.
My ass feels empty and sore, but I don’t care. I reach for their hands and kiss their fingers, sucking on them. I wanna tell them I love them, but I can’t. Love wasn’t in the agreement I signed. Love is what they feel for each other, not for me; I’m just their nanny. Unshed tears fill my throat and I swallow, hard.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ELERI
I’M STANDING AT the iron gate to the railings surrounding the entrance to the Montessori Nursery School, Jack in his stroller, Rosie next to me waiting for George to come out with Matty. They both started in the reception class just over two months ago. A cold November wind whips around us, making our eyes water. Baby Alice is asleep in her buggy, all tucked up in a padded onesie, but Jack is whining to be unbuckled from his safety harness. “Wanna walk,” he grumbles.
“You can when we set off back home, poppet,” I say, reaching into my bag for a picture book to distract him. Rosie is filling me in on the plot of a soap opera she follows on TV, but I’m only half-listening. The past few weeks have been rammed with a roller-coaster ride of emotions, and my mind is a jumble of thoughts.
When I studied music at school, I learnt to play the guitar. The teacher Gabe found for me, after we returned from the holiday weekend, has been training me to use my voice to the best effect accompanied by that instrument. In the evenings, I practise in front of the guys and I’ve been growing in confidence every day. It was my birthday in mid-September; I’m a typical Virgo in that I hate taking centre-stage, except they gave me the most gorgeous Yamaha acoustic, and I’m overcoming my shyness by performing for them. I’m strictly an Adele wannabe; but I’m writing my own songs and, as soon as I feel confident enough, I’ll showcase them with Luke and Gabe. It means everything to me to have the two men I love enjoy my routines.
I sigh to myself. If anyone had told me before I started this job that I’d fall in love with two men at the same time, I would never have believed it. But I have fallen in love with them. I love Gabe for his intensity and Luke for his light-heartedness; they’re like two halves of a whole. The sex they’ve taught me is hot; the life I live with them is amazing. Sudden tears prickle in the corners of my eyes, and my chest pangs. All this could be about to end.
Shortly after my birthday I got sick. I came down with food poisoning after eating a chicken mayo sandwich I’d bought and had left too long in the fridge. I couldn’t take care of the boys I was so ill, and Luke had to miss work to look after them. A week later, I felt better… but he had to work overtime to catch up on the film shots he was working on, and he became tired and grumpy. I overheard him having a tiff with Gabe, who had an important case on and couldn’t take time off. “You always consider your work more important than mine,” Luke had growled. I’d felt horrible and had tried to make amends by cooking their favourite dishes… even though the smell of food was making me feel nauseated.
That nausea has been going on for weeks now, and the penny has finally dropped. I looked up online about becoming pregnant while on the pill. I always take mine in the mornings, right after breakfast. That time when I’d been car sick on the way to Aldridge was in the two-hour window when it would still have been in my stomach; I must have puked it up. I’ve been fooled by still having my periods, albeit much lighter than before. But my breasts are tender now and I’m so scared I can’t think straight. If I really am pregnant, what the hell am I gonna do? I touch my hand to my pocket and feel for the test kit... I’ll use it when I get home. My heart stutters against my ribs and I try to distract myself from my fear by focusing on Rosie, who’s still going on about her favourite soap.
“So,” she smiles brightly. “Do you watch EastEnders?”
It’s televised at the same time as when I have dinner with Luke and Gabe, but I can’t tell her of course. “Maybe I’ll give it a go,” I say, and leave it at that.
The school doors open and a river of kids comes streaming down the steps. Matty rushes up to me holding a picture he’s made from stickers. “Oh, that’s really good,” I praise him, and the proud expression on his face warms my heart.
“I’m hungry,” he whines. “Have you got any chocolate?”
At the mention of chocolate, I’m reminded Sharon will be stopping by almost as soon as we walk through the front door. We’ll need to rush if I’m to have time to do that test.
“Sharon will have a Milky Way bar for you, I’m sure.” And he and Jack will eat the candy and not want any supper.
I wave Rosie off and lift Jack from his buggy so he can walk, but his slow pace means we take forever… even though it’s only around the corner. Finally, we get home; I settle him and Matty in front of children’s TV, and go to the bathroom to use the kit. I place my hand on my belly. God, I hope I’m not pregnant. I so hope I’m not pregnant. Yet, at the same time, a tiny part of me hopes that I am. Becoming pregnant to Gabe and Luke would give me a child to love when they send me packing. And they’re bound to do that; there’s no way they’ll keep me with them when they find out I’m having a baby. Why would they? I’m their nanny, not their girlfriend. And I signed an agreement for sex, not motherhood.
I pee on the stick and take a deep breath. With shaking hands, I place it on the edge of the basin. My heart pounds, and I stare at the little timer symbol while
I wait. Slowly, but unmistakably a plus sign appears. My heart skips a beat and I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. But I don’t have time to do either. The freaking doorbell sounds. Shit, Sharon!
I run downstairs and let her in. “The boys are watching TV,” I say. “I’ll make us both a cup of tea and bring it up. Won’t be a minute.”
After switching on the kettle, I sit at the table and put my head in my hands. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I need time on my own to think things through; I can’t help smiling, though. I’m having a baby! Whatever happens, this child will be loved, and I’ll do my best for him or her. Maybe it won’t be so bad? Luke and Gabe are good guys; they’ll do what they can to help, I’m sure. From a distance, of course.
The kettle boils and I pour the water into two mugs with the teabags; I put the mugs on a tray with a plate of cookies and some juice for the boys. No doubt they’ll already be munching on their chocolate bars.
I climb the four flights of stairs to the boys’ floor. Sharon is sitting in an armchair, but she leaps to her feet as soon as I come into the room. Her face is contorted by rage, for some reason. “You and I need to talk,” she spits.
She takes the tray from me, puts it down, grips my arm and marches me into the boys’ bedroom opposite. She smiles a vile smirk. “Can you tell me what the hell is going on?”
“What do you mean?” I have no clue what’s caused this sudden reaction.
“On my way up the stairs, I couldn’t resist popping into Gabe and Luke’s room. You can imagine my surprise when I saw a bra draped over the back of a chair in there.”
I fold my arms. “That’s snooping. You had no right to be in there.”
She glares at me. “And you do?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I lie.
“Oh, I think you know full well. I didn’t put two and two together. Not until I went into the bathroom and saw the pregnancy testing kit you thoughtlessly left by the basin.”
My heart practically beats out of my chest. “It’s none of your business, Sharon.”
She hisses at me. “My sons are my business. If they’re being corrupted by a slut it’s my business. And only a slut would allow herself to be used by two men at the same time.”
“I’m not being ‘used’. It’s a mutual arrangement,” I snap.
“Ah, you admit to it, then?” Her cheeks have gone bright red. “I never imagined Gabe and Luke would be interested in a girl. And such a slutty little girl like you.”
I clench my hands into fists, anger fizzing through me. “I. AM. NOT. A. SLUT!”
“Keep your voice down,” she sneers, jabbing her finger at me. “We don’t want the boys to hear.”
“There’s no point in discussing this any further,” I say, turning to leave the room.
I’m about to storm out, but Sharon loses it. She snarls and grabs my hair with strong fingers, wrenching my ponytail loose and dragging me across the room.
“What are you doing?” I yelp.
She’s freaking lost her mind!!!
I try to push her away, but she slaps me and slams me into the wall; I hit my head. All the breath leaves my body. I fall to the carpet and wrap my arms across my stomach to protect the baby.
She gives me a withering look, turns on her heel, and, ohmygod, goes out the door, turning the key.
My heart thuds, and I stumble to my feet. A picture of the boys has fallen to the floor. My freaking head hurts. I feel a sticky wetness between my legs. Jesus, no! I touch my hand to my knickers. Red with blood. Fear pierces me. I rattle the doorknob. I’m well and truly locked in. Locked in while the boys are screaming, “We don’t wanna go with you, Sharon.” Locked in while I lose my precious baby.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
LUKE
I open the front door, calling out, “I’m home.”
Matty and Jack don’t rush up to hug me like they usually do.
Strange.
I go into the kitchen; normally, there’s an aroma of something nice Eleri has made for the boys.
Nothing.
Just a faint whiff of washing up liquid.
I look around… two used tea bags by the sink, and the cookie jar has been left on the table.
“Eleri?”
Silence.
Weird silence.
My skin prickles.
The cat flap rattles and Oreo steps into the room. He sits by his bowl and gives me an expectant look. “Do you know where they are, little fella?” I ask.
He blinks. Once.
I scrape the contents of a can of cat tuna into his dish, then run upstairs to the playroom.
No one.
I spot a tray with cold cups of tea and untouched cookies. My heart thuds.
I take in a breath, try to still my beating heart. Maybe they went out for a walk? No. It’s cold and dark outside. Matty and Jack will be hungry, tired and ready for their baths.
A faint sound, coming from the boys’ bedroom.
What the fuck?
I go out onto the landing.
“Who’s there?”
Eleri’s voice.
“It’s Luke. Where are you?”
“I’m locked in the boys’ room.” Her voice is panic-stricken. “Hurry!”
The key has been left on the outside, and I turn it.
She staggers into my arms. “I’m sorry,” she wails. “Sharon has taken the boys, and I think I’m losing the baby.”
It’s like she’s talking Arabic. My mind can make no sense of her words. I stand back, holding her shoulders, and stare into her eyes. They’re fucking terrified. Fuck!
“Please repeat what you just said, babe. Slowly.” And she does.
My heart hammers in my chest.
“Where has Sharon taken them?” I ask, shock wheeling through me. “And what baby?”
“My baby. Our baby,” Eleri cries, clutching at her tummy.
“You’re pregnant? Wow!”
My face breaks into a smile.
She pulls back and nods, but her expression is filled with fear, her face pale and beaded with sweat. She wriggles from my hold, and points to the blood on her inner thighs.
Shit! Fucking shit!
I’m so stunned I can’t fucking think straight. “What happened?”
Between heart-wrenching sobs Eleri gives me the run-down about how she’d taken a pregnancy test. How she’d left it in the bathroom when Sharon had arrived for her weekly visit. How Sharon had snooped around, found Eleri’s bra and the test result. How Sharon then accused her of being a slut, had attacked her and locked her in the bedroom. Fucking unbelievable!
I cradle Eleri in my arms, trying to soothe her. “Shh, love. We’ll get this sorted.” I pull out my phone. “I’m calling an Uber to take us to casualty, and then I’m ringing Gabe.”
Uber say they’ll be here in five. Gabe picks up right away, and I tell him everything.
“Do all you can to help Eleri.” He pauses, and I wait for him to continue. “It hasn’t sunk in yet, but a new life is always to be celebrated. I’ll handle Sharon.”
We sign off. Fuck, I’m scared. Scared for the boys. Scared for Eleri. Scared for the baby. Christ, the baby! I still can’t get my fucking head around it. I stare at the blood on her leg. Shit! Shit! Shit!
I hold her close and kiss the top of her head. “Hang in there, little girl. The baby needs you to be calm.”
“I’m trying, Luke,” she nestles against my chest, and a sob catches in her throat. “I hope you’re not upset I’m pregnant?”
“I can think of nothing I’d like better than for you to have our child. And I’m sure Gabe feels the same.” I kiss her again, think about what to say next. “We’re incredibly proud of you, Eleri. And we’ll stand by you, no worries.”
She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.
Gabe rings back and explains Sharon isn’t picking up her phone. He’ll go straight over to her place. Fuck!
“Maybe we should call the police?” I suggest.
“Hop
efully it won’t come to that. How’s Eleri?” I hear the concern in his voice.
“She’s being incredibly brave and trying to stay calm.” There’s a knock at the door. “The Uber is here,” I say. “Call me when you get to Sharon’s.”
My arm around Eleri, I half carry her downstairs where I help her into her coat. The ride to the hospital is filled with tension and worry, as I sit with my arm around her in the back of the car. Rather than staying calm, she keeps repeating how horrible Sharon was, and how the boys had been crying their little hearts out when she’d forced them to leave with her. I try to reassure her that Gabe will find Sharon and get the boys back. Fuck, when I next see that bitch I’ll fucking throttle her. I know she’s the mother of our sons, but she was way outta line…
At the Chelsea and Westminster Hospital, I put Eleri in a wheelchair and push her into the emergency department. The triage nurse records her details, and then we wait. I take Eleri’s hand. “How are you feeling?”
“Scared,” her breath hitches. “I don’t wanna lose the baby.”
I lean in and, carefully brushing the hair back from her sweet face, press a kiss to her lovely lips. “Does it hurt?”
She shakes her head. “No.” And I take that as a good sign. She goes on to explain how she’s been taking her pills faithfully, but thinks it was when she puked on the way to Aldridge that the pill she took that morning became a missed one. “I’m sorry,” she adds. “I wish I’d realized.”
“Hey, not your fault.” I squeeze her hand, and a warm feeling comes over me. I love her. I love this sweet little girl so fucking much. Please, God, let her be okay.
A middle-aged nurse approaches to take her to the treatment area.
“What is your relationship to the patient?” she asks in a bossy tone when I start to follow.