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“I love you, Daphne. I’m not ever letting you get away again.”
“I was never lost,” she said.
He fucked her hard, kissing her lips, and when he came, he plundered to the hilt within her, holding her steady as he filled her tight pussy. Once she’d milked the last of his release, he collapsed against her, pressing his face against her neck. He flicked over her neck and tried to catch his breath.
Suddenly remembering that she was pregnant, he pulled away. “Shit, are we supposed to have sex?”
She chuckled. “Yes, we can have sex.”
He pulled out of her and placed a hand to her stomach. “How do you feel?”
“Other than the sickness and my sensitive breasts, no different.” She put a hand to her stomach, covering his with hers. “I … I don’t know whose this is.”
Micah and Dean came toward her, each of them putting a hand on her stomach.
“We don’t care about that,” Micah said.
“The baby you carry is all of ours. There’s no room for you to worry about anything else.”
She smiled and Eric saw tears in her eyes. “You know when I saw your reservation, I was so angry. I didn’t want you in my bed-and-breakfast. I was so tempted to cancel. I tried to find any excuse, but I couldn’t find a single one.”
“And now?” Eric asked.
“I’m so pleased I didn’t. I never expected to fall in love with you all. I know this is so fast, but I can’t think of my life without any of you.”
Dean chuckled. “Nothing is ever too fast, baby. All that matters is how we feel.”
Eric agreed with his friend. They all had each other. That was all that mattered.
“I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m up for round two,” Micah said.
“Seriously, we’re having a heart-to-heart here, and you want more sex?”
Daphne lifted up. “Actually, I’m more than ready for round two.”
Eric looked down at her.
She smiled. “What? I haven’t had sex in thirty years. I’ve got a lot to make up for, and besides, I’ve got to get used to satisfying three men. I don’t intend to let you guys out of my sight.”
****
Micah sat on the steps outside of the bed-and-breakfast, waiting for Eric to arrive. Dean and he had lost the bet to take Daphne to the doctor. He wasn’t happy about losing, but they’d agreed. If they couldn’t come to an agreement, then they had to rock, paper, scissors for the pleasure.
He’d lost to Dean, then Dean had lost to Eric. To satisfy his own needs, Eric had also competed with him, and he’d lost.
Tapping his fingers together, he watched as Dean did some work on his cell phone.
“Are you not nervous?”
“She’s in good hands.”
“I don’t mean about Daphne. The baby. What if Eric decides to take her away? Kidnap her?”
Dean frowned and turned toward him. “You’ve watched way too many movies. Eric wouldn’t do that.”
“Wouldn’t you?”
Dean smirked. “I would do it if I thought Daphne would be happier. She wouldn’t.”
“You’re right. I’m being stupid.”
“What you’re being is nervous about the outcome of the baby. It’s understandable.”
“I don’t feel like anything I’m doing right now is understandable. Did you know I ironed the same shirt three times?”
Daphne had each of them on different chores to prove that they could take on the role of helping her run this bed-and-breakfast. The news looked hopeful that they might be able to open with tighter restrictions.
She missed having this place full with customers. They’d even sat down and talked about ways of improving some of the features. Of course, Dean had proven to put the most thought into his ideas, while he and Eric were looking at more a city spa than a country getaway. Daphne had agreed to a pool, providing they could get the planning permission to build it.
His steam room, she hadn’t agreed to.
Eric’s massage room had also been a room she’d said no to.
All of them had been part of a city spa. She’d explained to them in detail what made her country retreat different. The relaxation was getting away from all the outside crap.
Still, he could iron the shit out of a style of shirt. At least he had that to offer and of course, there was his unending charm.
“You need to learn to relax. With a baby on the way, you don’t want Daphne thinking you’re freaking out at the smallest thing.”
Micah agreed. He tapped his thigh, waiting. The moment he saw the car, he tensed up.
Eric and Daphne had arrived.
Dean put his cell phone away and Micah got to his feet.
The car seemed to take forever to park.
She climbed out of the car and came toward them. “I’m pregnant.”
“We know,” Micah said, frowning.
“It has been confirmed, ass,” Eric said. “The doctor likes to confirm everything.”
Daphne held up a black and white picture. “Here is our baby.”
