“Doesn’t matter. They’re infants,” Rowan says automatically. “Infants don’t care about Christmas.”
“See, that’s your problem, Rowan,” Sean responds, standing from the couch to walk over to Rowan and bother him, poking his chest. “You’re not forward thinking, you’re not. What does an infant turn into? A child. And childrendocare about Christmas.”
“See, that’syourproblem, Sean,” Rowan replies, pushing up off the counter and shoving his sleeves up over his forearms. My eyes linger on the muscles and veins there, the fine dark hair. “You think too far ahead, so far ahead you forgot about the present. Who knows what could be happening by the time the babies are kids? Right now, we’re talking about babies.” He flicks the hair in Sean’s eyes back off his head. “They should obviously stay here with Willow and her family.”
They start bickering lightly about sleep schedules, bottle prep, baby monitors. I watch them, the easy way they move around each other now, the unspoken rhythm of something that’s no longer chaos but a kind of family.
When Declan starts mapping out holidays on a napkin, Sean interrupts him with a grin. “You’re making this sound like a custody agreement.”
“It’s called planning,” Declan replies.
“It’s called neurosis,” Sean counters.
Declan sets his pen down. “We should talk boundaries too. Co-parenting logistics. Decision-making. It’s important.”
I nod, though my throat feels thick. “You’re right.”
Rowan’s voice cuts softer. “You’re scared we’ll leave.” It isn’t a question.
“I just meant if one of us is present and the others aren’t,” Declan says, defending himself. “I didn’t mean if?—”
“It’s okay,” I cut him off. “I might have been scared about that before, but I’m not anymore.” I shrug. “I’m here. You’re here.”
Declan exhales, long and slow, as Rowan reaches for my fingers, and I feel a tremor move through my body. Rowan says, “I’m definitely here, Willow. I’m more afraid to lose you and the babies than anything. I don’t care about any of that. You can make all the rules. Just give me this.” He moves away from Sean and toward me. Sean’s hand slides to my waist, grounding me, and I hear the chair under Declan move as he stands to cross the space between us. The three of them surround me—heat, breath, heartbeats.
It isn’t frantic. They move together, not competing, not claiming. Justbeing.Sean’s hands are on my back, and Rowan’s mouth finds mine—slow and aching. His tongue dances out and taps mine, and I sink into him, my arms around his neck and my knees buckling. I feel him smirk against my mouth, and he pulls back to whisper, “You like that?” as Sean’s hands unbuckle my jeans. His knuckles brush the sensitive skin of my pelvis, and I gasp, my mouth opening wide.
Rowan’s hands clamp around my throat and he kisses my neck, whispering, “Oh, youreallylike when he touches you there.” He looks down at Sean as he fiddles with the triple buttons on my pants and tells him, “Touch her there again.”
Sean’s grin is devilish and boyish somehow, like someone who finally got permission to give in to his base desires. His fingers stroke along my skin again, just the pads, so gentle I could cry, and he laughs when my skin jumps.
Declan can’t take the waiting anymore, and he pulls up at the hem of my shirt, exposing my skin to the cold air of the autumn day. Rowan helps him, backing away and pulling the shirt upover my head, smoothing my hair back down as he tosses it to the side. Declan’s fingers work on the fastening of my bra as Sean pulls my pants down, his strong hands holding my legs to keep me steady. Rowan holds me up by the waist. All the hands on me, working to undress me like I’m the prize, have my pussy clenching and unclenching with anticipation and lust.
I turn to take Declan’s shirt off, revealing the chiseled abs below it, the square body, the downy ginger hair on his pecs, the happy trail leading into his pants like it’s beckoning me. I twist away from him and try to unbutton Rowan’s shirt with trembling fingers. His fingers cover mine, and when I look up at him, his dark eyes are sparkling. “You’re excited, aren’t you?” he asks me, and my cheeks flush, burning at how easily he sees through me.
The sensation of Sean’s tongue—wet and warm—plunging into my waiting tunnel tears through me, and I let out a gasp as I stumble backward. Declan catches me and chides, “Be careful with her!” I feel safe against his strong frame, and I lean back for a moment, taking in the warmth of his body on mine.
“Hey, Declan, how about you stop trying to be Willow’s hero and fuck her instead?” Rowan snaps back. Sean laughs against my pussy, a small burst of air, and his tongue keeps working inside me, sending shock waves through my stomach.
“Ignore them,” I tell Declan, twisting back to kiss him, my hands wrapping in his auburn curls.
Rowan pulls me away by the chin, his eyes on mine, a hint of cruelty in them. “No, I’m serious.” And then he makes me melt, running his fingers over my nipples and pinching them. “Willow, honey, you want to be fucked, don’t you? Don’t you want to suck cock with a cock in you?”
His words strangle me from the inside, like he’s stuffed his fist into my mouth. I can’t talk, filled with lust and embarrassment all at once. I look down at his long fingers on my nipples, at the crop of blond hair on Sean’s head between my legs, and I feel that clenching again in my pussy.
“Mmm, her beautiful pussy says yes,” Sean moans between my thighs, lapping at my juices hungrily.
“All you have to do is nod,” Rowan whispers, sliding one of his hands from my nipple and up my chest, over my shoulder, intertwining his fingers in my hair. “Just nod for me if you want your holes filled,pet.”
I nod, and he smiles gently at me. “Sean, make some room for Declan. Lick her clit instead,” Rowan commands, that fire in his eyes burning even brighter before he gets a tighter grip on my hair and pulls my head down so I’m bent over.
Rowan’s cock is still firmly in his pants, and he doesn’t move to unbuckle, just nuzzles my face against the cloth over his zipper. Even from outside his pants, I can smell the precum dripping from his head, and I can feel his erection against my cheek as he rubs my face against his manhood.
Declan’s hands are cold on my ass cheeks at first, and I yelp, but he spreads them gently, and soon I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, pushing inside me. Once he gets the head wet, he pulls back and then presses inside me again, further this time. He does that for a while, pulling back and pressing back inside me, and a cold rush rips through me every time he enters me. I reach for something to hold and end up holding Rowan around the legs.
When Declan has his rhythm down, Sean laps at my clit from underneath us and I feel like I might explode. Finally, Rowan pulls his erection out, taps me on the face with it then feeds it to me. Gravity forces me to deepthroat him, and he holds my hair to pull me off him and give me relief. I breathe heavily and nod, and he lets me take it all again. My breasts swing, and Sean reaches up and plays with my nipples. Hands are on me everywhere—hands in my hair and on my back, on my waist, on my nipples.
Sean’s tongue works on my clit, focused and pointed, bringing all that heat to the hood, and he gets curious and wedges a finger inside me, so that I’m even fuller. The fullness starts to become too much, too good, and I feel my muscles spasming around Declan’s girth and Sean’s digits. “Declan, she’s close. Give it to her, then.”
