His features soften. The corners of his mouth tilt slightly.
“I guess we’re having a baby,” he deduces.
“Maybe,” I stress. “I could also be losing my mind.”
“Oh, you are absolutely having our baby,” Dom assures, slipping up behind me and splaying his big hands across mybelly. His palms glide over and along the tiniest bump I’ve been chalking up to bloating. “Should have fucking seen it sooner.”
The blanket is pulled off my shoulders and I’m made to stand naked between them while they take in all the tiny changes. The miniscule bump. The fuller breasts. I don’t see a change in my hips, but Dom swears he does.
“I’ve been feeling so anxious,” I confess. “Everything felt so overwhelming and…”
“You should have come to us,” Nick murmurs, dropping to his knees and nuzzling the place just above my navel. “You promised, Isla.”
I nod. “I know, but it wasn’t the feeling of running away. It was just... everything.”
His pale eyes lift up to my face while his lips skim my skin. “That’s exactly when you should have come to us. You never have to go through anything alone, especially when you’re feeling anxious.”
“I guess I thought I could deal with it. Plus, I was about to call Dr. Langford before you guys got home.”
“That’s good,” Nick praises, drifting downward, trailing kisses along the underside of my belly. “You’re not in trouble this time because of that, but next time, you also come to us. That’s what we’re here for. Now, sit back down. I wasn’t done eating.”
And for the first time in what feels like days, I laugh and it feels so good. So light and pure. I let my boys coddle me and celebrate the tiny life we created.
I fist Nick’s hair and ride his beautiful face while Dom lightly palms my breasts. Over Nick’s head, New York continues on. The sky blooms the purple of a fresh bruise. The world settles in a soft, murky dusk.
But all my focus is on the two I would give my life up for. The men who are far more than I ever deserved.
“Get the lube, Nicky,” I pant, biting back the approaching climax inches away. “I want you to do that thing you did the other night.”
Both men pause.
Glances are exchanged and I get their hesitation.
“I was pregnant then, too,” I remind them. “And I still came hard enough that you made me squirt... twice.”
Dom’s arms tighten as if remembering it all too clearly. Under my ass, his hard bulge twitches in agreement, but it’s Nick I have to convince.
“We can’t just do—”
“Last time,” I semi lie. “Please?”
His expression is unmoving, but he heaves a sigh and pushes to his feet.
“Last time, and we go slow.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes at his concern. Twenty-four hours ago, they had me folded like a lawn chair, ankles at my ears, taking turns using both holes to dump into. This is hardly more strenuous than that.
But I smile sweetly up at him and watch as he ambles into the bedroom.
“Get naked, Daddy,” I tell Dom, planting a kiss to the side of his jaw. “I want you in my pussy.”
I roll off and wait and watch as he chucks his clothes off. His erection extends up from his center. Thick, head glossy with precum. The sight of it has me crawling back and taking him deep down my throat. I clean the head, loving the salty tang across my tongue.
“Slow down, baby,” he warns, voice tight. “If you want this to happen…”
I do want this to happen, so I pull back. I push up onto my knees on the cushion and reach for his mouth. My hands splay across his chest, bracing my weight as I straddle him.
I’m stretched to the hilt when Nick returns, naked and fisting a bottle of lube in one hand and a towel in the other. His expression is all thunderclouds and disgruntled annoyance that makes me laugh.
