Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
“I know,” is my stammer as I blush hotly. “I keep meaning to get on the pill but then I get so busy, and with the new job and all, I haven’t had a chance to go to the drugstore yet. I’m sure it’s fine,” I say quickly. “I just got my period last week, so I’m not pregnant, and I’ll get the pill I swear,” is my promise.
But Ryder’s soft finger on my lips stops me.
“No, baby, it’s okay. That’s what we wanted to talk about. If you don’t want to be on the pill, then we’re okay with that too.”
I’m completely stumped.
“Oh you mean, you’re going to wear condoms?” I ask, my brow furrowing. Somehow, I can’t imagine it. These aren’t men who like latex, and in fact, they’ve mentioned more than once how much they enjoy my pussy or ass wrapped around them bare. They’re men who adore creampies as well, so how would that work if they’re coming in condoms?
Both alpha males shake their heads.
“No, sweetheart, not condoms.”
“Is there something else?” I ask, confused. “Some new medical thing that can help prevent pregnancy?”
The men share a look over my head. Their blue gazes are so intense that I go hot all over, and shiver in my sweetest spot.
“Well, no, there isn’t,” says Ranger. “I guess what we’re saying is that if you wanted to get pregnant, we’d be more than happy to be daddies.”
My jaw drops open. What?
Babies? With these men?
Yes! I’d be totally into it!
But I want to make sure.
“You mean, we’d have a baby together, the three of us?” I ask. “You want me to be a mother to your child?”
Each man takes a hand, Ryder on my left and Ranger on my right. Their big palms feel so comforting, and I melt at their touch.
“Yes, you’d make a wonderful mommy,” growls Ranger. “We’ve seen how you are with Danny, and you are a wonderful mommy already. We’d love to have a baby with you.”
Oh my god, it’s really happening. My heart races as happiness blooms within my chest. These men want what I want because our values are aligned, and we’re looking for the same things in life. But I still have some questions that need to be flushed out.
“I’m a little confused,” I begin in small voice. “I mean, I absolutely want to be the mother of your child –“
Their blue eyes flare at that statement.
“-but I have to know how this works,” I finish.
“Shoot,” says Ryder. “We’re happy to answer any questions.”
I nod, taking a deep breath.
“Well, I just … who would be the actual biological father?” I mewl plaintively, looking up at them with big brown eyes. “Both of you have been coming in me hard, fast, and unprotected, and both of you are so virile. I could get pregnant by either of you at any time. Would that matter?”
The doctors don’t seem fazed by the question at all. Ryder merely smiles and shrugs his wide shoulders.
“Sweetheart, we’re not men who believe things have to be one way or another. We’d be happy if you got pregnant with one of our babies period, and it doesn’t matter which of us is the biological dad. That kind of thing isn’t of huge importance, although I guess we could get the baby tested after birth if you’re interested.”
I shake my head.
“No, I’d be happy to have either one of your children,” I mewl with a softness in my heart. “It would be wonderful.”
The men look at me with hunger in your eyes.
“You’re fertile and young, sweetheart,” says Ryder. “There’s time for more than one child. You could have two, or three, or even more if you want.”
I smile happily at them. I’ve always wanted a huge brood, and if these men are open-minded, I could definitely give them a run for their money.
“You know, my secret wish is to have five children,” is my whispered reply. “We could have four more including Danny. Two from you,” I say pressing my lips to Ryder’s hand, “and then two of yours,” I say, while kissing Ranger’s wrists.
The men pull me close, showering me with kisses everywhere.
“Oh sweetheart, four doesn’t even describe what we want. Of course, we’d love to see you bloom four times. We want your curvy body to become round and for you to ripen with our seed again and again. But Ranger and I? We were thinking more along the lines of six kids … or even more, if you’re willing.”
I let out an involuntary gasp. Six children? I’m about to protest but then my heart flips over. That would be incredible. I’d love to hear the pitter patter of feet again and again for the next decade, and to breastfeed a half-dozen more children. To tease the men, I decide to up the ante.