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“Do we know whose…” Owen asks delicately.
“Does it matter?” Silas challenges.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Owen admits. “Well, you can change the diapers. You do like to be in the thick of things, right, Silas?”
Silas claps Owen in a big bear hug, squeezing until I hear his joints cracking.
“I'll take the diapers if you get up at 3 o'clock in the morning every day to feed the little rascal, sound good?”
“No way! You know I need my beauty sleep!”
“Okay, okay, okay,” I say, with my hands up. “There will be enough work for both of you, I promise. But that's up to me. It’s my job. I decide what gets done and who does it. Deal?”
I look at both of them seriously, pointing with my index finger so they know I really mean it.
“Well… no, I don't know —”
“I'm the boss. I'm the woman. And in this, you both answer to me, understand?”
They both dip their heads, going hangdog and obedient. I love it, this feeling of power pulsing through me. They both love me so much. I think they'll do anything to make me happy. And I’ll do anything to make our baby happy.
Silas comes closer to me, stroking my shoulders tenderly.
“Whatever you say, Mother Angel,” he murmurs sweetly. His lips cover mine, kissing me slowly with heartfelt tenderness.
I feel Owen's hands snaking across my belly, cupping around the fullness that's there.
“You can't feel it yet, silly,” I whisper. “It's too early.”
“So, the little guy’s just safe in there? Can't feel anything from out here?”
I raise my eyebrows. “What do you mean, exactly?”
Owen unbuttons the single button at the back of my dress, sliding the silk off my shoulders at letting it puddle on the floor. Silas's eyes widen as he inspects me hungrily, attuned to the tiny differences in me that already show. My breasts are fuller. My waist is slightly thicker. I don't look pregnant yet, but I do look solid.
He runs his thumbs over my nipples, drawing them into peaks. I arch my back into his touch, thrilled to feel goosebumps washing over me in waves.
“I mean, we don't have to be gentle with you or anything, do we?” Owen asks. I hear the smile in his voice.
“You better not!” I smile back. Gentle, with me? No way. I’m tougher than I look.
Ready to take the challenge, Owen sweeps me up off my feet, clasping me to the front of his body before dropping me in the middle of our enormous bed. Silas dives for the other side, coming up next to me with his hands already stroking me, pinching me, exploring me with this new knowledge. I can hear him growling as he bites the top of my neck, his kisses trailing down to my breasts, his tongue circling my nipple hungrily. The snarl that rumbles through his chest is desperate, inspired by the life inside me.
“I want to be inside you, now,” Owen growls. He takes my lips in his, his tongue pushing past my teeth, filling my mouth. I suck at it hungrily, overwhelmed with lust for my men.
Heaving himself to his feet, Owen’s fingers work quickly to unbutton his shirt and he almost tears it off, revealing those perfectly sculpted muscles, lit from behind by the
last rays of sunlight. His pants slide from his narrow hips to the floor, freeing his beautiful, thick manhood.
“Wait for me, brother!” Silas commands him, but Owen pretends not to hear. He pulls my legs open while Silas rushes to disrobe, then leaves close in a messy heap on the floor.
“I can't wait,” Owen sighs, his mouth covering mine again as his cock slides against me. I'm already wet and wanting, ready to be filled with more of him. I spread my legs, angling up onto my side as Silas comes up behind me.
But he does wait. He gives Silas another three seconds so that they can both enter me at the same time. This is what they love, the feeling of their cocks plunging into the center of me at the very same time, one in front and one in back. My body is crushed between them, all of our flesh fitting together like we were formed from the same clay.
I cry out, overwhelmed by this transcendent sensation. My body is rocked back and forth by both of them, thrusting in unison, filling me more than I ever thought that I could be filled. Completing me.
Explosions burst behind my eyelids and I cling desperately to my men, shuddering with wave after wave of bliss that rockets through me, threatening to shatter me into a million pieces. But I don't shatter. Instead, I am made complete.
