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“You feel so good, baby,” he says, holding onto her thighs as he grinds into her.
Raewyn moans, pulling me up so I can kiss her. She finds my hand, bringing it to her pussy so I can play with her clit more. Her hand finds my cock, stroking me slowly, almost playfully.
“I’m going to come,” Forge says, his voice raspy.
“Mhmm,” she moans, her lips still on mine.
He grunts, spilling inside her and quickly pulling out.
“You,” she says. “I want you.”
She pulls me closer, and I get behind her, so we’re both on our sides, and I slide my cock into her soaked pussy.
Raewyn groans as I bottom out.
I make eye contact with Forge as I fuck our omega slowly. He smirks, then leans down to kiss her as I fuck her. It doesn’t take long for me to come, because that’s juts what she does to me.
She’s asleep almost instantly.
I get a towel to clean us all up. She doesn’t even wake up through it, so we cover her with the blankets and head into the kitchen to figure out what we’re doing for dinner.
Forge has been cooking more often because Raewyn said standing on her feet for too long is uncomfortable. I feel bad, because everything is uncomfortable lately. I wish there was something I could do to help her.
“What are we thinking?” I ask.
“Soup.”
“What kind?”
“Chicken and rice?” he asks.
I shrug. “Sounds good to me.”
Forge
Pierce and I work together to cook dinner. This isn’t something we did until Raewyn came along, but it’s something we now love and enjoy.
Rae loves cooking, and she loves seeing us enjoying her food. We get that, because it’s the same for us. The smile on her face when she sees what we whipped up is priceless. It’s why we’re so eager to cook for her half the time. We’d be fine ordering something, but she’s always so happy when she knows we worked together to make her food.
Pierce cuts up the chicken while I cut up the vegetables and get them cooking. When he’s done, he works on the stock. We go back and forth like we’re running a Michelin Star kitchen.
It’s dark by the time the soup is done, and Raewyn is still sleeping. We let her because she needs it. Honestly, we all do, because in a month, none of us will be getting much sleep with a new baby in the house.
“Can you believe we’re going to be fathers?” I ask, dropping onto the couch with a beer.
“No the fuck I cannot,” Pierce says, sitting beside me.
“Best thing to ever happen to us though,” I say.
“Damn right it is,” he agrees.
I find a movie to watch and it’s just getting started with Raewyn shuffles out of the bedroom, rubbing her eyes. She squishes between the two of us, getting comfortable.
I kiss the top of her head.
“We made soup.”
She hums a sound of acknowledgment, but she sounds like she’s going back to sleep.
