The bedroom is lit by candles, soft country music playing from the old speaker on the shelf. Rose petals are scattered across the bed, a surprisingly tender touch from my cowboys, proof that behind their grit lies a steady kind of love.
They’re waiting for me, stretched out on the mattress in nothing but jeans. Wade lounges with his hands behind his head, watching me like a wolf savoring its dinner. Caleb sets down a worn paperback on the nightstand, his gaze darkening as I let the towel fall and crawl across the bed toward them.
“Goddamn, pretty girl,” Wade growls, attention locked on my naked body. My breasts are still full and heavy, even though I’m no longer nursing. Once, I’d felt insecure about the changes to my body, wondering if I’d be enough. Not anymore. These men always make sure I know exactly how wanted and worshiped I am.
Last month, I had my IUD removed. We’ve been careful since, but not tonight.
Tonight, we’re not holding back.
Tonight, if everything goes to plan, they’re going to fill me with their child.
I lean into Caleb first, kissing him slowly and deeply, my tongue sliding over his as he moans into my mouth. Wade’s rough palm traces a burning path down my back, skimmingthe curve of my ass until he finds my slick center.
“So wet,” he murmurs. “You’ve been thinkin’ about how we’re gonna fuck you full tonight, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, as Caleb brings my breast to his mouth, tugging gently on my nipple. The sensation is different now, sharper, almost electric, but it still makes my toes curl. “Fill me with your cum,” I whisper, breathlessly. “Put a baby in me.”
“Oh fuck, yeah, sweetheart,” Caleb groans, pushing down his jeans, cock already hard in his hand. “That’s exactly what we’re gonna do. Fill you so deep you won’t know whose baby it is.”
I whimper as Wade kneels behind me, shedding his jeans. He grips the back of my neck, guiding me forward as he presses the thick head of his cock against my entrance. With two hard thrusts, he’s inside me.
“Goddamn, I missed this sweet pussy,” he groans. “All day, I’ve been thinkin’ about fucking you.”
“She feel good?” Caleb asks, stroking himself as I bend to take him in my mouth.
“You want a taste?” Wade replies, voice thick with lust.
“Hell yeah.”
Caleb moves beside his brother, both cowboys looming over me, broad and bare and burning with need. Wade pulls out, letting his brother slide into me. Watching them trade me like this, no shame or hesitation, sends a bolt of heat through my core.
“You’re ours, Joelle,” Wade says, his hand firm on my hip while his brother fucks me. “You hear me.Ours.”
“I’m yours,” I moan, dizzy with pleasure. “Always yours.”
“Flip her,” Wade tells Caleb, and they move me gently.I lie on my back, rose petals clinging to my damp skin. I open my legs for them, unashamed and aching. They take their time with me, tongues and hands, and whispered praise. I’m trembling by the time Wade spreads me open with his fingers as Caleb kisses the inside of my thigh.
When they roll me to my side, it’s with slow care, easing me into the position they crave. Caleb slides into me from the front while Wade presses into me from behind. I’m pinned between their hard bodies, sweat slicked and spread wide, shared between my two cowboys. They’re powerful but gentle, kissing me and touching me as they move inside me, whispering how beautiful I am, how sweet, how perfect. I cling to Caleb’s shoulder as Wade anchors me from behind, keeping us close, keeping me feeling loved as well as claimed. Wade’s hand slides to my throat, anchoring me. Caleb cups my cheek, brushing a thumb over my lip.
Pleasure rises inside me like the tide, swelling with wave after wave of increased sensation until I’m lost, clamping and arching, groaning and twitching between them.
“I’m close,” Caleb gasps.
“Me too,” Wade grits. “On three.”
They don’t count down the seconds, but their rhythm shifts into something deeper and rougher. Their bodies tense, and then they’re spilling into me, their cocks pulsing with release as they fill me with their seed.
“That’s it,” Wade growls, fingers tightening. “Take it, pretty girl. Take it all. Gonna knock you up so good, you’ll be swollen with our baby, and we’ll still want more.”
“Fuck,” Caleb pants. “You feel it? That heat? That’s us. That’s our baby taking root.”
I moan, completely undone, held between them as they pulse inside me. They don’t pull out. Not right away. Westay like that—connected, tangled, complete.
Later, they ease out of me and lie close, one hand on my belly, another wrapped around my waist. Wade strokes my hair. Caleb hums a low, familiar tune, and for a second, I ache for the sweet, quiet days when they’d suckle from me after sex and we’d drift off in each other’s arms.
The room smells like sweat and candle wax, and my body hums with soreness and satisfaction.
I’m not empty. Not anymore.
