Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 63(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 42(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 63(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 42(@300wpm)
“I’m…” I can’t get the word coming out of my mouth before it happens. My pussy bears down so tightly that Nathan pauses his thrusts, moving slower and shallower, soaking up my pleasure. His hand brushes my spine again, as though he’s soothing a skittish mare.
“Baby,” he whispers.
“Baby,” Ethan repeats.
All my words have been stolen as I tumble into oblivion.
I’m weak limbed and loose brained when Nathan begins to move again, but it doesn’t matter. My body is a vessel for their pleasure now, and feeling them come together inside me is the ultimate high. Four hands grasp my hips and waist, two mouths find my skin and suck hard, leaving marks that will take weeks to heal, but I don’t care. They can mark me forever and I’d take it all.
“Fuck,” Nathan mutters, and I know he’s speaking through gritted teeth because it doesn’t sound like him.
“Give it to her,” Ethan says, with a similar growl to his twin. “Fill her up.”
Nathan groans, seizing inside me, his cock pulsing as he does exactly what his brother ordered, and Ethan isn’t far behind, taking over and thrusting until he releases too.
The sound of our shared panting is ridiculous, the weight of Nathan overbearing, the heat of Ethan like a raging furnace. But none of that matters because I’m so damned happy. A bubble of laughter drifts through me, until it escapes, and I’m laughing and panting and perfectly content.
And just as I’m about to tell them how good they did, there’s a bang on the wall. “Keep it down, you guys,” Harrison yells and even through the wall, I can tell he’s laughing.
“I guess we got our own back,” Ethan laughs.
“They won’t be able to look at us over breakfast,” I say, cringing even as I find it hilarious.
4
NATHAN
It’s Christmas morning, and Carrie and Ethan are still sleeping soundly. I slide out of bed to check on the twins. They’re earlier risers and have been known to get up to mischief when left unattended. The last thing we need to deal with this morning is a bathroom covered in creams or an entire bag of makeup ruined.
Surprisingly, Abbey, Emma, and Natalie are all still sleeping. I guess they must have stayed up playing and overslept. I don’t think I’ve ever known a kid sleep after seven am on Christmas morning.
In the kitchen, I find Harrison at the table, sipping on a steaming cup of coffee.
“Happy Christmas, dude.”
“Back at you.” He waves his hand in the direction of the coffee pot. “Fix yourself some coffee. We’re going to need it.”
He’s right. With so many kids between us all, today is going to be filled with the best kind of chaos. I search out a mug from a high cupboard and fix myself coffee with cream and sugar. Harrison watches me with a smirk. “Are you not sweet enough already?”
“Don’t knock it until you try it. These days, it’s my only vice.”
“I don’t know.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Sounded like a lot of vice-like behavior coming from your room last night.”
I slump into an oak chair at the kitchen table. “I’ll tell you what. I won’t bring up your sex noises if you don’t bring up mine.”
“Sounds like a good plan, dude.”
We both sip our drinks in companionable silence. It’s been a while since we met up and the unfamiliarity that time brings isn’t welcome. Life is busy, but I miss my friend.
“Tell me what’s big in your life right now,” I say.
Harrison raises his eyebrows, studying me like I just asked for the length and girth of his cock. I guess men don’t talk this way as a rule, but we should.
“You want me to get deep and meaningful?”
“I want to know what’s going on in your life rather than hearing it from Jenna via Carrie.”
He snorts, rubbing his neck again. “I bought Jenna an eternity ring and gave it to her last night.”
“Nice.” I smile at the way sharing even that information seems too much for Harrison.
“It’s nice to finally be in a financial position to give her the ring she deserves.”
“You know Jenna doesn’t care about any of that,” I say. “You give him the man she deserves every day. That’s what counts.”
My friend smiles at me and nods. “I think that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Yeah, don’t get fucking used to it.”
“We’ve been trying for another baby,” he says, his eyes focused on the wooden fruit bowl in the middle of the table. “Since Abbey was a year old.”
“Have you seen a doctor?” I ask.
“Nah. Jenna doesn’t want to. She wants to leave it in the hands of fate.”
“And you?”
“I’m happy with our family as it is. But I’m worried Jenna might regret not giving IVF a chance. I’ve been saving a little every month in case she changes her mind.”