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She stood. Xander and Tyler did as well. “I will let you get to that task. You’re newlyweds. You don’t need your mother about, but I am glad you came here. You know the way to your rooms.” She came around and gave me a generous hug, the swirl of soft perfume circling about. She kissed her son, then slid her hand down Xander’s upper arm as she left the room.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Tyler told me. “If it means getting grandchildren, hell, she’ll lock us in the bedroom until our seed takes. One perk of a woman having two husbands like her is that she’s well aware of their needs.” He chuckled.
“You mean fucking,” I replied, glancing between the two of them.
“Hell, yes,” Xander added, running a hand over his beard.
Tyler took a step closer, cupped the back of my head. “As for grandchildren…”
“What if I can’t have any? I… miscarried once and then no success after that.” I worried my lip. What if I couldn’t fulfill the most important role of a wife, for not only one man, but two?
Tyler kissed the top of my head. “I’m sorry to hear that, baby. That must have been very sad for you. Perhaps the problem with making babies wasn’t with you, but Frank. As for making babies with us, well, we’ve fucked you enough to have it be a possibility.”
“Just to be sure, we’re going upstairs right now and we’re going to fill you up with our seed all night long.” Xander didn’t leave any room for confusion.
“Damn straight,” Tyler added. Bending his knees, he tossed me over his shoulder and carried me up the back stairs. If I couldn’t have a baby, it wasn’t going to be for lack of trying.
“But…” I couldn’t say anything more. I tried, but the air kept getting bumped and jostled from me.
TYLER
I dropped Emily onto the large bed. She bounced once and then settled. Her hair was falling from its pins, her eyes wide with surprise and her cheeks flushed. She looked wanton and decadent and I couldn’t wait to get her clothes off so I could touch every part of her. To make her cry out her pleasure.
Fucking in the past had been all about the release, the ability to lose myself in the pleasure of it. With Emily, it was so much more than that. I wanted to please her. It was half the fun of it. Perhaps in about a decade or so we’d discover all the different ways to make her wet. In the meantime, we were going to have fun finding them.
“It’s a good thing your ass isn’t ready yet for our cocks, sweetheart. We want every drop of our seed in that sweet pussy of yours until we give you that baby you want,” I commented as I began to undo the buttons of my shirt.
Xander lit the lantern beside the bed, bathing the room in a soft glow.
“You want children?” she asked, looking between us. Xander stood beside me so we were shoulder to shoulder above her.
“Hell, yes. A little girl who looks just like you,” I said, watching as tears filled her eyes.
Xander flicked a look my way at her unexpected response. “I never thought it would be a possibility. The idea of your belly swelling with our child…” Xander groaned.
To my surprise, Emily rolled off the side of the bed and began pacing the room, crying in earnest.
I looked to Xander, who frowned.
I knew women to be moody sometimes, but this… this was something different. I did know we had to tread lightly. I’d seen my fathers trying to soothe my mother before. It took a gentle hand.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
She shook her head and began to mumble as she cried. I couldn’t understand her, but heard a few words. Liar. Trouble.
I caught her as she walked by us and pulled her into my arms, but she struggled away and leaned forward, covering her face with her hands.
What the hell did we do? Gentle persuasion wasn’t working. Kindness wasn’t working. Shit. I hated crying women. I ran my hand over the back of my neck. “Emily… shh.”
“Stop,” Xander said, his voice booming in the otherwise quiet room.
Emily sucked in a breath and she dropped her hands. She stopped crying. Xander had, perhaps, scared the tears from her, but it had worked. She stared at him, mouth open.
“Take off your clothes,” Xander commanded.
I put a hand on his arm. “What if she’s upset because she doesn’t want to fuck?”
“That’s not it,” he replied. How he could be so sure, I had no idea. “Are you afraid to fuck us, sweetheart?”
