“I’ll have Vesper deal with it. She likes that shit,” Cinder deadpanned. She wasn’t wrong.
“Fuck off. I’m going to get my stuff. I’ll be back,” Vesper huffed. “And FYI, brains are my least favorite thing, thank you.”
“Come on, phoenix, let's get you two home.”
I cringed at the nickname. I both loved and hated when she called me that. It was a word of endearment, but it was also what she called me before we made love. It sounded foreign now. When I heard “phoenix” fall from her lips, I saw her painting my skin with her mouth before giving me the best orgasms of my life. And then two days later, she told me she never loved me and I was just easy. Talk about a punch to the gut. I knew she loved me, but she was pretending not to, just to make her pain easier.
If Babs wasn’t with me, I would have teased her. Call me a shitty person, but she broke my heart, and I wanted her to know what she lost.
“Are you okay?” I asked Babs as she slid into the back.
Her hands were resting on her belly. “Yeah. He didn’t hurt me.”
“Do you want Cher to check you out?”
“I have an appointment with my doctor in a few days, but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have her check.”
“What’s wrong?” Widow asked, glancing at us in the rear-view mirror.
I looked at Babs, waiting for her to take the lead on this one. “I’m pregnant.”
“Congrats. Do you want to go to the hospital or have Cher come to the clubhouse?”
“Does she have an ultrasound machine she can use here?” Babs asked, her hand stroking her belly.
Widow pulled out her phone and called Cher. I think only three Vipers ever had children biologically, and they did everything at the hospital. Of course, the other parent knew and was involved in the process. Babs was new, and I could see that she was scared, especially since she didn’t know how the potential father and friend group would react. Sex was one thing, but a baby was a commitment.
“Cher doesn’t have an ultrasound, but she can keep it under wraps at the ER, if you’d like.”
“I don’t want anyone else to know. I haven’t told the baby’s father yet.”
“Cher will meet you there. Do you want me to come with you?” Widow offered.
“We’ll be okay, but thank you,” Babs told her.
“It looks so tiny,” I said as I looked at the ultrasound of my niece or nephew. “How do you feel?”
Babs was staring at the ultrasound dumbfounded. “It hasn’t hit me yet. I’m supposed to be going to medical school. and I let that slip from my grasp. I know a baby won’t ruin it, but I don’t know who the dad is. I mean, I know it has to be one of three.”
“Do you know who you slept with first? Cher said you were about five weeks.”
She pressed her lips together. “Babe, we had a fivesome roughly however many weeks ago. And I might’ve let my breeding kink win.”
“Wait, so you mean to tell me you had three dicks, one after the other?”
Her cheeks turned bright red. “Try at the same time. Double V plus anal. I was bent like a pretzel but in heaven. Cass was giving me praise while I took all three of them, and then I ate her out.”
I took a moment to process and turn my body in odd positions to see how the hell she had three guys inside her at the same time. It made her smile, even if I embarrassed myself. “How?” After she went into detail about the conception of my nibling, I was mortified. “And that is why I like women.”
Babs tipped her head back, laughing hard. “I like women, too.”
“Does she know?”
Babs smiled. “I cried in her arms when that pregnancy test read positive. She wanted to come, but she had tests she couldn’t miss.”
There were things I wanted to know, but I also didn’t want to pry. Hell, Babs and I told each other our dirty little secrets. “Okay, so I need to ask. Do she and the guys know?”
“No. Cass is a lesbian. I told her she could have another partner outside of our relationship, too, but she only wants me. Like, she’ll touch the guys and dominate the scene, but she won’t do anything with them. She isn’t terrified of a penis, but she won’t fuck them, and I am perfectly fine with that. She fucks me with them, too. I am always in paradise.”