Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Immediately, a strong heartbeat started rapidly whoosh whoosh whooshing over the machine’s speaker. Even though I felt the bean swimming around in there most days, it was still more than a relief to hear that little heartbeat pounding away.
“Oh!” the nurse, who spoke fluent English, exclaimed as a picture began to show on the little screen.
Last time it had just been a black and white image and I’d barely been able to see what the nurse had been pointing to.
This one was different—flesh-colored organs, sacs, and bubbles flashed by on screen—but I still couldn’t tell what I was looking at. “It’s so funny when their heartbeats get in sync like that,” the nurse said.
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“The babies,” the nurse said, and I thought maybe she was just flubbing the plural because of the language difference.
But then she slowed down the ultrasound wand on my belly. “See, here is the first baby.” She pointed at the screen and I could see the vague outline of a head and a tiny little rapidly thumping heart. Then she shifted the wand. “And the second baby.”
“Second baby?” Leander’s voice was an octave higher than usual.
The nurse technician looked down at the chart. “Did you not know you were having twins?”
TWENTY-ONE
LEANDER
“Twins!” Janus whooped over the phone which Hope had to her ear but I could still hear anyway. “Shut the front door! Dammit, I wanna get home and squeeze you.” His voice lowered. “And more. Fuck, I miss you.”
My leg hurt like a son-of-a-bitch from being on it for multiple hours, and sorry-not-sorry, I didn’t have time for my whiny-ass brother at the moment. I grabbed the phone out of Hope’s hand. “Yeah, it’s amazing. ’Kay, see ya later, bro.”
I tossed the phone on the side table right inside the foyer. “Milo, get her into the bedroom,” I gritted out through the pain screaming up my leg. “Now.”
“Hey! I was talking to him. And you need to get off that leg!” Hope said, wagging a finger in my face even as Milo started manhandling her towards the bedroom. “You’ve been grimacing for the past half hour!” Her voice echoed back towards me down the hallway.
“I won’t say no to creative pain relief.” I grimaced as I hobbled behind them on my crutches.
When I got to the doorway, it was to find my curvaceous, juicy woman standing in the doorway, one hip popped, leg out. The extra swell of her belly shouldn’t be so erotic. But knowing she was growing my progeny…
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, biting her bottom lip. “I wanna play.”
Well, fuck.
“Flip her and bend her against the bed,” I growled to Milo.
Milo was apparently ready too, dragging Hope by the hips and bending her face first over the foot of the bed. Then he yanked down her stretchy leggings and lace underwear in anticipation for what came next.
I hobbled into the room, the front of my pants quickly growing tight. And my pain began to recede as the thing I was focused most on shifted.
“Fuck, I love these cheeks.” I reached down and grabbed Hope’s very large, very luscious ass. Her cheeks were so sweet and round. Leaning on one crutch, I smacked her ass and breathed out as it jiggled. My cock went fully hard as she wriggled back and forth on her feet, making her flesh undulate even more.
Goddamn, I loved her body.
I couldn’t reach down and undo the button of my jeans fast enough. Still annoyingly slow because I had to balance myself, wincing in pain. But I got the job done. And it was sweet release to let my iron-hard shaft free. My hand trembled as I reached down to touch those oh-so-soft, jiggly ass cheeks.
Ever so slowly, fucking reverently, I thrust my bare cock forwards into the dark nest between her legs. I’d never admit it out loud, but one of the best fucking perks about her being pregnant was the ability to bareback her without any hesitation at all. No fears in the back of my mind. Well, there were so many perks. Her sweet curves had rounded out even more. Her breasts were insane…
All because she was already carrying my child…no, Jesus, my children. Two babies. Holy fuck. I couldn’t quite wrap my head around it and yet I was stupid happy at the same time. Happier than I could ever remember feeling, now that I’d allowed myself to let it in.
A real family. Ready-made for me.
If I didn’t let it slip through my grasp.
I leaned into Hope, inhaling the fruit-fragrant scent of her neck. Fucking peaches or some shit. I pulled out of her, enjoying every inch of the slide, and groaned as I thrust back in again. Hope’s bare, tight little pussy clenched me so good.
She reached back around and dug her fingernails into my hair. “Daddy,” she groaned. Her sex clenched hard around me, still so fucking wet. Like fucking heaven on my bare cock. Oh fuck, I’d never get used to it. Oh fuuuuuuck—