Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
And then I come home and we all fuck like animals in a nest. Our woman, already fat and pregnant, certainly feels like she’s in heat.
She can’t get enough of us.
And I’ve never been so hungry for a woman in my life.
When I get home tonight, she’s already got dried cum on her chest and wet cum spilling out of her pussy onto her inner thigh as I find her lazily curled between Milo and Leander in the back bed.
Unlike before, it doesn’t make me mad to be left out.
It makes me smile.
My family.
She had needs, and my brothers saw to them.
Losing her, for even a month, put shit into perspective for me.
And when she smiles back at me, it’s like the sun dawning even though that won’t happen for at least another half hour.
She’s my sun and my moon, and I’m so gone for her.
She blinks up at me as I come in.
“Janus,” she whispers happily.
“Hey, baby,” I say, coming in to sit on the bottom of the bed. “You still tired or you wanna come get cleaned up with me?”
Her smile broadens. “I’d love to get clean.”
I hold out a hand to her and she reaches for me. I try to memorize the image in my mind. My woman, swollen with my babies, reaching out for me with that light twinkling in her eyes.
I’m awash—like a damn physical sensation—with gratitude.
She’s such a gift to us. She always has been.
Milo shifts when she does. He’s become much more attuned to her movements since she’s become so extremely pregnant.
His eyes dart around in confusion as he wakes up, but then he sees me and immediately starts to help Hope as she awkwardly shifts to get out of bed.
Leander continues snoring on. Dumb bastard. Well, he already got his.
And with just Milo and me, we can focus better on Hope without the shower getting too crowded.
Hope glows even as her face scrunches and she grabs her back with one hand and her belly in another. The babies have gotten so big, I know it’s a constant strain on her body. At least she’s taking the right vitamins now so she won’t fucking pass out. I was so pissed when Leander told me about it. It’s unspoken, but I know none of us are interested in letting her out of our sight again. Nope. Not happening.
I come to her other side and start massaging her shoulders while Milo takes her arm to guide her from the dark bedroom.
I can feel her rolling her eyes at us.
She thinks we baby her too much.
But if a woman about to burst forth with two babies doesn’t deserve it, I don’t know who does.
HOPE
I blinked awake, on my side in bed with one warm body in front of me in the dark and another one behind.
And I was wet.
There was a hand caressing down my bare hip. Oh, fuck. That was Milo. I knew because he was the one who liked to tease like that and find little spots up and down my leg. Especially right there on the outside of my knee—
I exhaled a little squeak. God, I never knew so many places on my body were connected straight to my—
My back arched in pleasure, my belly shoving into the man in front of me—in the darkness I couldn’t see who it was—my ass shoving back against the hard-on ready to grind up against me from behind.
“That’s right, honey,” growled a deep voice from behind my ear as a second pair of hands joined my body, clutching my hips. It was Janus. Janus was behind me, and Milo in front.
My breath hitched as I squirmed between them, a sweat already breaking out on my brow. “Yes,” I whimpered.
Dear God, I’d never been as… as freaking horny in my life as I’d been the last week since I’d been back. If I wasn’t sleeping or eating, and sometimes even during the latter, we had our hands all over one another. I’d decided to just give in to what my body obviously wanted. Wasn’t that what the advice books were always saying? Listen to your gut?
Well, at the moment my gut wanted me to get fucked. Um… like a lot.
Janus’s fingertips dug into my thigh as his cock nudged at my ass.
He was slippery.
Which meant he’d already lubed himself up.
Holy shit, that was hot. Why was that hot? Oh God, and now he was pushing in—
“Milo,” called Leander’s voice from the darkness below as he grabbed my foot and started massaging. “Get her ready for you while Janus plays.”
I mewled, my toes flexing and pointing in Leander’s firm hands.
Milo’s strong, slender fingers began to part my wet folds. “Fuck, she’s wet for us,” he hissed. “Can I stick my cock in her yet, Leander?”
“Not yet,” Leander barked. “Just your fingers in her first. I don’t just want her slick. I want her gushing.”