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“Are you saying we don’t make you come hard, though?” Shane arches an eyebrow at me, a wicked grin on his face.
“I don’t remember.” I sniff. “It’s been so long.”
“Yeah. A whole fucking twelve hours. We should be ashamed of ourselves,” he replies.
“You should,” I agree. “I mean I’m pregnant and everything. I’m growing two human beings as we speak. I need taking care of.”
Mikey jumps up and spins around until he’s on all fours. “I have no idea why we’re not fucking our wife right now. I came out here and you were all watching a movie so I thought that was the vibe, but seems like our girl wants to be fucked and I’m all about that.” He arches an eyebrow at me.
“For fuck’s sake,” Shane sighs but then he climbs off the bed and starts taking off his clothes, swiftly followed by Conor and Liam.
“You wanna be reminded how hard we make you come, sweetheart?” Shane growls as he pulls down his boxers revealing his cock, already hard.
I swallow. Why do I feel like I just poked four very angry bears?
“Well?” he arches an eyebrow at me.
“Yes,” I whisper. I am no longer even the slightest bit tired.
“You think we need to make some new rules?” Mikey asks as he crawls over me.
“Rules?” I whisper.
“Yeah, ‘cause you’re pregnant, Red.”
“No spanking,” Conor says as he pulls off his boxers too.
“Aw!” I pout. Shane already said that earlier and it felt unfair then too. “None at all?”
“An occasional slap on the ass is fine,” Shane says and Conor nods his agreement. They are the only ones who spank me anyway.
“No double stuffing the Oreo,” Mikey says with a flash of his eyebrows and I don’t know whether to laugh or shout at him for being so crass.
“What the fuck does that even mean, Mikey?” Conor slaps him around the back of the head as he climbs onto the bed beside him.
“No DVP,” Mikey snaps as though his analogy was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Then no,” they all agree.
“Can we do other double stuff though?” Liam asks.
“What about ass in general?”
I lie back against the pillows with a smile on my face as I watch them, witnessing another of my husbands’ conversations about my body that they don’t include me in.
“Ass is fine, right?” Shane asks and they all look at me now.
“Oh, you want my opinion now?” I grin at them.
“Sorry, Angel,” Conor leans over me and kisses my stomach. “You know we’d never do anything you weren’t happy with.”
“I know.” I smile at him.
“So butt stuff?” Mikey asks.
“Jesus!” Shane hisses.
“It’s good with me,” I say.
