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Epilogue
KAYLA
I pressed my palms to the cold glass as Warren slid into me, taking me from behind. His right arm slid gently around my waist, his hand finding my belly, fingers spread.
“And how’s my boy tonight?” he murmured into my ear. “He kicking and punching yet?”
He squeezed my belly gently, just below my navel. Still screwing my ass back against him, I threw back my head and sighed.
“First of all, how do you know it’s a boy?” I purred.
“I just do.”
His lips found my shoulder, and his kisses sent shivers rocketing along one side of my body. I almost forgot my train of thought.
“Second, how do you know it’syours?”
Normally it would be a weird question for a girlfriend to ask a boyfriend. In our relationship however…
“I just know that too,” he whispered. His grip on my waist tightened, giving him a better angle. I felt him go another inch or two deeper, and the added pleasure had me biting my bottom lip.
“Besides,” he said, “do the math. I obviously got you pregnant that night in the projector room, when you mounted me on that chair.”
It was only seven weeks ago, but I still remembered that rendezvous. Since I went off the pill the guys had been pounding me nonstop, making me constantly horny. I’d found Warren working hard up in the projector room, so sweaty he’d actually made the mistake of taking his shirt off. From there, pushing him onto the chair and mounting him had been a no-brainer.
“I came sodeepthat night,” he murmured, his hand now on my hips. “I filled you so much, too. There’s no doubt about it — the baby is mine.”
His words were turning me on. I sighed, reaching back to clutch at a monster handful of his thick dark hair.
“You could be right,” I allowed, bouncing deliciously against the glass. I had to tease him though. “Or maybe it was one of the others…”
Honestly, my pregnancy was anyone’s guess. We’d narrowed down the conception date to a forty-eight hour span, and within that time frame I’d been nailed no less than a dozen times. I could be pregnant by Luke, who’d been ravenous for me ever since we decided to try for a family. If the baby was his, it undoubtedly happened during our marathon sex session the night Adrian and Warren had both been away, picking up a restoration job down in Eugene, Oregon. He’d filled me at least three times that night alone, and another two before they got back late the next day.
“Besides, she won’t start kicking for atleastanother ten weeks,” I informed him breathlessly. “But when she does, you’ll be the second to know.”
Warren’s hands went tighter, as his thrusts picked up. I knew that at that speed, he wouldn’t last long.
“And how do you know it’s a girl?” he breathed into my ear.
I smiled over my shoulder and kissed him. “I just do.”
The baby could easily belong to Adrian, who’d taken me wherever and whenever he wanted me — sometimes in full view of the others. That led to a little bit of what became known as the ‘pregnancy competition’, of which I was more than happy to be a willing participant.
“Either way,” I added, “whoever got me pregnant it’ll be a double-edged sword.”
“How’s that?”
“Well, once the baby is born and we figure out who the biological father is,” I said, “that person’s going to have to settle for condoms and blowjobs for a while. At least until I’m pregnant again by one of the others.”
It was a stipulation I had once we’d decided to start a family. I wanted three children, and it was only natural to want one from each of them. We could accomplish that easily enough, but it might take some restraint on their part.
“I could definitely live on a steady diet of your amazing blowjobs, but the others better get you pregnant fast when it’s their turn,” Warren whispered into my ear. His voice was low and tight. I knew what was coming. “That way we can all go back tothis.”
He thrust forward one last time, then rolled his body against my ass like he was churning butter. Then I felt it go off; the slow, thunderous explosion deep inside me. Warren growled almost angrily as he came, shooting jet after jet of his thick, hot seed all the way into my womb.
“Fuck that’s hot,” I moaned, pulling tightly on his hair. “So fucking… fucking… ho--”
His orgasm triggered an explosive climax of my own, and one that came on rather unexpectedly. I’d just wanted him to enjoy. I’d placed my hands on the window and bent over seductively when he walked into the room, thinking I could give him something just for him.
