“You know, Hannah,” Rowan murmurs against the shell of my ear. “When it comes time to breed your pretty pussy, we’ll keep you full of our cock after we come to make sure you don’t lose a single drop.”
A moan escapes my throat, and my aching heat clenches around him, dragging a groan from him as well.
“Seems our girl has a bit of a breeding kink,” Asher murmurs, brushing his fingers down my jaw.
“And I thought she couldn’t be any more perfect for us.” Rowan presses kisses along my shoulder. “You feel too good in my arms, Little One.”
My eyes drift closed again. There’s a unique safety I find in their arms that, even after such a short time with them, feels a little like home.
“Uh-uh,” Asher tuts.
Before I have a chance to open my eyes, I’m plucked from Rowan’s lap. The loss of his cock pulls a whimper from my throat, immediately before our mixed releases drip down my thigh.
“Hold her for a second.” He leans forward in his seat, gathers the cum that’s escaped, before pushing it back inside me.
“Oh my god,” I murmur, burying my face in Asher’s chest to hide the mortification.
Will being with two men ever feel normal? Or am I going to constantly feel like I’m in over my head?
“Just want to keep you full of me for a little bit longer,” Rowan says, pressing a gentle kiss to my thigh.
Asher turns and heads toward the bathroom. He doesn’t bother closing the door and carefully lowers me to the toilet before taking a step back.
I stare at him for long seconds, waiting for him to make a move to leave, but he never does. Instead, he crosses his arms across his chest and cocks a brow at me.
“You okay, Little Doe?”
“Aren’t you going to leave?”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
“But I need to pee!”
“I’m aware.”
“So you can’t stay!”
“Why not?”
“Because…I…you just can’t!”
“That’s not a reason.” He shrugs.
“I’m not going to be able to go while you’re standing three feet away!”
He sighs and turns around so his back is to me. “Better?”
“Barely,” I mutter.
Closing my eyes, I try to push the fact that one of my boyfriends is standing right in front of me from my mind so my bladder can finally let go.
Once I’m done, I clean up, and before I get the chance to stand, I’m back in Asher’s arms.
How can a man as large as he is move so quickly?
“I can walk,” I snap.
“I know.” He flicks the tap on and lowers me enough to wash my hands before carrying me back into the bedroom.
