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Chapter Seventeen

Jolie

My worry increases as the days turn into weeks and Melinda hasn’t texted or returned my calls. Brennan insists Corey is watching out for her, and she seems fine. He reports nothing out of the ordinary is happening. Even so, I make sure I text her every day, and today is no different. I had another scan yesterday, and the babies are getting so big that we can no longer see their whole bodies on the screen.

Trace lies beside me on the couch, rubbing circles on my leg. “What are you looking at?” he asks, and I hold my phone back so he can see. I had the pictures from the box Melinda gave me scanned onto my phone.

“That’s your sister, right?”

“It is. For the four years that I had no memories, I thought I had no family. I would have killed to have a sister. And I know I didn’t want kids, but I’m kind of glad Zadom will have a sister, even if she doesn’t have a name yet.”

“You can have as many kids as you would like—you have plenty of willing participants. We can start practising if you want.”

“As much as I like the sound of that, Sinclair has signed us up to an antenatal aquaerobics class.”

“We?” Trace questions, and I nod.

“Yup, since it’s just us here, and someone has to babysit me. As per your rules, not mine.”

“Lucky for me, I love to swim and seeing you in a bikini is always a plus.”

“Even big and fat?” I huff.

“You’re not fat! And yes, believe it or not, some men find pregnant women extremely sexy and I’m one of them.”

“Is that so?”

He leans over the top of me and smiles, nodding his head. “Anything you do is extremely sexy.”

“Remember that soon when you see a head hanging out of my vagina.”

My phone buzzes from between us, and I pull it out expecting it to be Sinclair reminding me of the aquaerobics or Blayne complaining about it. The only upside to nearing the third trimester is seeing the finish line of her pregnancy.

I’m surprised to see a message from Melinda.

Melinda

Please stop contacting me. I thought I could do this when I didn’t remember you, but I can’t.

Melinda

I’m sorry.

My heart sinks, and I blink back tears. How can she do this? When we were together last, she was so happy. Something doesn’t seem right.

“Is everything okay?” Trace asks.

“I don’t know. I need to call Brennan.”

Sitting up slowly, I dial Brennan’s number. “Are you okay?” he asks when he answers, sounding out of breath.

“Can you call Corey and check on Melinda? She sent me a message that said to stop texting her and she can’t do this anymore. But it seems off since the last time we spoke.”

“I sure can, oomph... Boston, stop goddamn hitting me for two seconds.”

“We said no work for one hour, big brother, so put the phone down.”

“It’s Jolie, you idiot.”

“It’s okay, I have to get ready anyway, but let me know once you hear from him please.”

“I will. Love you,” he says.

“Love you more,” Boston yells out.

“I love you both. Now go kick his ass,” I tell Brennan, and he laughs as we end the call.

Trace leans over and kisses my temple. “We’ll figure it out. Now let’s get you ready to leave.”

I storm out from the bathroom, naked. Laughn has joined Trace and they both look up from the bed.

“I have time,” Laughn states, deadpan.

“We. Are. Not. Having. Sex,” I say, throwing my hands in the air.

“What’s wrong and why are you naked?” Trace asks, looking me up and down as if he can’t see what the problem is. You can’t fucking miss it.

“Are you being serious right now? How can you not see this?” I say, pointing to my pussy.

“Of course we can see it, baby. Do you want me to lick it? Will that make it better?”

Ugh, Laughn is impossible. “No, it will not make it better! Why did no one tell me how big and hairy it is?”

Laughn starts laughing, and Trace pulls his lips together, trying to hold his laughter in.

“It’s not fucking funny. I can’t see it anymore, and I figured someone would say something if it got bad. I’m going to have to call the yard people to come in and mow it down.”

Laughn jumps from the bed. “I’m sorry for laughing, baby, but we don’t give a fuck if it’s hairy. We can just push it to the side to find the good bits.”

My eyes go wide, and I shake my head. “No, don’t you dare laugh, Trace Alan Moore. Someone needs to help fix this.”

“Dibs not it,” Trace says, shaking his head. “I can barely shave my face without cutting myself.”

“You manscape—I don’t see a single hair on your body.”

“I use hair removal cream, douche. Why don’t you do it, and I will get ready for these aquaerobics lessons.”

“Little Angel, why are you standing there naked while the door is open? You do know Jimmie is here again with Marlow, working on the last of those files,” Chester says from the doorway.

“I don’t care,” I say, stomping my foot like a damn child. “Someone needs to fix my fucking bush, or I will ask Colt. He wouldn’t be afraid.”

Chester stalks towards me and loosely grabs my throat, but there is zero pressure behind it. “Do you value your friend’s life?” he says, looking me dead in the eyes. “What is the issue? I’ll fix it.”

“Are you all suddenly fucking blind? My pussy is so hairy that someone will have to send a search party to find my clit soon.”

Chester drops his arm and looks down. His brow raises, and he stalks off out of the room. I consider storming after him, but he comes back moments later with something in his hand. “Hold this,” he demands, and I take the small black bag.

This time he goes into my bathroom and brings out a towel, a cup of water, and my shaving supplies. “On the bed, Little Angel.”

He walks past me and lays the towel on the bed. Trace goes ignored by Chester as he leaves the room, giving me a small wave on his way out. Laughn just makes himself comfortable as he leans against the wall.

I do as Chester asks and lay down on the bed, and he helps me get comfortable with pillows in different places to help take some of the weight off. Lying flat on my back is no longer an option; Zadom hates it and kicks up a storm.

Chester doesn’t ask if I’m ready—he just pushes my legs apart further and grabs the black bag, pulling out an electric shaver. He turns it on, leans forward, and gets to work. The vibrations rock me to the core and make me want to squeeze my legs together.

“Does me shaving your pretty pussy turn you on, Little Angel? I can see how wet you are.”

I bite my lip and whimper; the need to ride his face is strong.

“What’s going on in here?” Kai asks, pushing the door open. His eyes go wide when he figures it out, but he doesn’t say anything else, just joins Laughn and leans on the wall.

“Hold still,” Chester demands as he lathers my pussy lips with shaving cream, the tingles making me even hornier. “I mean it, Little Angel. I’m about to put a razor on your skin.”

He works slowly, running the razor over my pussy as if he has been doing this his entire life. Once he is done, he runs a wet washcloth over me to make sure all the shaving cream is cleaned off.

“Turn over,” he demands, and I do as I’m told, stuffing a few pillows underneath me for support. The only sound in the room is his pants hitting the floor. The anticipation and dip in the bed has me sticking my ass up as high as I can.

He shuffles up behind me and runs his cock along my slit, covering the head in my arousal. Nudging my hole, he slightly pushes in and pulls back. Just as I think he is going to tease me again, he thrusts all the way in.

“Chester,” I scream. His hands fall to my hips, and he pulls me back into him, painfully slow. I tilt my head and look up at Kai and Laughn, who are both watching, their eyes hooded in lust. As Chester fucks me, his thrusts picking up in speed, I keep my eyes locked with theirs.

“Do you like them watching my cock slide into your cleanly shaved pussy? Your cream is coating my entire shaft.”

“Yes,” I pant. “Faster.”

“Do you hear that, boys? She wants me to fuck her faster.”

He picks up speed, and a few gasping breaths later, my orgasm explodes through my body. He comes with me, groaning loudly, and I spasm around him until he pulls out and slaps me on the ass.

“I have some work to do, so you boys help her shower,” Chester says, moving off the bed and grabbing his discarded clothes. Leaning down, he places a soft kiss on my lips.

“Thank you,” I whisper, and he winks at me before turning and giving me an eyeful of his glorious ass. Rolling over to look at the guys, I find Laughn staring at Kai intently. My gasp fills the room as he grabs him by the throat. “Your ass is mine tonight,” he growls, before pushing Kai towards the door, and he stumbles. “Fuck off before I change my mind.”

Kai smirks at me on the way out.

“I hope you know what you’re doing by asking for this because I might hurt him,” Laughn says.

“He’s a big boy. He can handle himself. Now help me up so I can wash the cum out of me before I have to leave.”

Laughn does just that—he helps me up and waits while I shower. They are all paranoid I might slip and hurt myself, but more often than not, someone is always in the bathroom with me, especially since there are limited options down here.

Once I’m showered and dressed in a black bikini, I make my way into the kitchen with Laughn hot on my heels.

“What would you like to eat?” he asks. “Petra left some containers in the fridge, and I can microwave like a pro.”

I giggle at him. Up until I came back, I could only burn water, so I understand. “That would be good.”

While he looks through the fridge, I take a seat at the kitchen bench. Laughn pulls me out a bottle of water and sets it down in front of me, then puts a container of leftovers in the microwave.

“Are you sure you want to do this with Kai? You don’t have to just for my benefit.”

He turns to look at me, leaning against the kitchen counter. “I would do anything for you, and I won’t know if I like it unless I try.”

He shrugs as if it’s no big deal, but it is—I know Laughn is straight. “I don’t have to prove my masculinity or sexuality to anyone.”

“As long as you’re sure. I just don’t want anyone to feel pressured.”

“Baby, so long as you keep cock out of my mouth and ass, I’m good. Though I’m not opposed to a sneaky finger in the ass as long as it’s yours,” he winks.

I snort, never have I ever considered putting a finger in someone’s ass. A dildo in Kai’s, yes, but it never occurred to me that he could get off on just a finger.

“I don’t know how I feel about that,” I say honestly. If it’s something guys like, and I have ten, that is a lot of sticking my fingers in butts.

The rest of the day is fairly uneventful, and aquaerobics is a hoot. Though throughout the day, anticipation swirls in my gut at the thought of a threesome tonight with Kai and Laughn.

Kai sits on the edge of my bed and watches me get ready. I don’t bother putting on many clothes since they will be ripped off anyway.

“Are you nervous?” I ask him.

“A little, if I’m being honest. I’ve seen his cock, and it’s a beast. I’m excited to be his rag doll, more than anything. No one has ever manhandled me before.”

Kai watches with rapt attention as I close the distance between us. Dropping to my knees in front of him, I whisper, “I love you, and Laughn isn’t as rough as he likes to think he is.”

“Is that right, baby?” Laughn says, stepping into the room with a pink vibrator in his hand. He must have given up waiting for us to find him. As I look at his hand, he smiles. “I brought you a present.”

“Don’t tell me that is where you went today,” I say with a laugh.

“It’s not funny. The poor sales assistant practically threw it at me just so I would leave. I think I scared her.”

“You could have just asked your brother. He has a stash of unused sex toys.”

Laughn steps further into the room and helps me to my feet. “I told you he is a fucking weirdo. He is probably walking around with a butt plug in his ass.”

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” Kai mutters.

“Unless Jolie is walking around with her finger up my ass all day, it’s not going to happen,” Laughn quips.

Kai laughs, clearly imagining me doing just that.

Laughn throws the vibrator onto the bed, stalking towards me. “Turn around,” he demands.

I do as I’m told, and once turned he unclips my bra, slowly slides it down over my shoulders, and finishes by placing a kiss on my neck. I arch my neck and shiver as his hands slide down my arms, taking the bra with them. The rough pads of his fingers against my soft skin send goosebumps over my body, my nipples hardening.

As my discarded bra drops to the floor, he turns me back to face him and drops into a squat, his long fingers hooking into my new lacy underwear. He tortures me by slowly sliding them down my legs, making my core throb in anticipation.

Leaning in, Laughn pushes his tongue between my folds, the split in it doing things no other man’s can. I twist my fingers in his hair, but he pulls back, standing with a smile on his face. “On the bed,” he growls.

Disappointed at the loss of his tongue, I move over to the bed, hoping to continue. As I get comfortable, Laughn sets his sights on Kai, who visibly swallows as his “manhandler” for the evening stalks up to him.

He grabs Kai by the hair and forcefully pulls him to his feet, yanking his head back. Kai shivers as Laughn leans in close to his neck, and I wait with bated breath for Laughn’s teeth to sink into Kai. Just as his nose skims his skin, Laughn slightly pulls back.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Kai?” Laughn asks, a brow raised and a smirk on his lips. Kai nods. “Use your words or my cock stays in my shorts.”

“Yes, I want you to fuck me,” Kai rasps out.

“I’ll make you a deal—you bend over and eat her pussy. I want to hear her moan and scream. If she doesn’t scream, you will be.” Laughn releases Kai’s hair.

Kai turns around and quickly undresses, dropping his clothes to the floor. He looks over at me and smiles. I bet he has fantasised about Laughn fucking him for years. Kai does as he is asked and crawls onto the bed, pushing my legs apart. He licks his lips at the sight of my glistening slit, his head descending right to where I need him.

The clink of Laughn’s belt hits the floor, and the dip in the bed tells me he is moving up behind Kai. I watch as Laughn grabs a fistful of Kai’s hair and pulls his face from my pussy. He leans over Kai’s back and lines their heads up before he licks the side of his mouth. “I don’t think you’re doing a good enough job if her juices are not covering your entire face.”

Laughn doesn’t wait for Kai to respond. Instead, he wraps his belt around Kai’s neck and pulls it tight, but not enough to restrict his airway.

“Are you willing to bleed for me, Kai?” Laughn drawls. “I bleed for Jolie every time.”

He flicks open a switchblade—God knows where that came from—and makes a small slice on the side of his hand. We might heal fast, but we’re not immune to scars, and Laughn is covered in them.

“Will you bleed for me?” Laughn asks again, pulling the belt by the end and drawing Kai’s head back.

Kai smirks up at Laughn and nods. Laughn runs the blade across Kai’s collarbone, and while he visibly swallows, there is no fear. They may not be in the same team, but there is a level of trust between them. Blood rolls down Kai’s chest, and that is enough to excite Laughn. He drops the knife and watches the blood drip onto me with a lick of his lips. He pushes Kai’s head back down between my legs, and my eyes roll in the back of my head as he takes my clit between his teeth.

“Fuck,” I moan, swallowing the scream. “Don’t stop.”

“Good boy,” Laughn praises as he gets off the bed. I hear a drawer open and know he is getting a condom. “I hope you’re ready—just remember you wanted this.”

Kai doesn’t stop. He keeps licking my pussy like it’s his last meal, and I continue to squirm beneath him.

“Ass in the air.”

“Lube?” I suggest, and Laughn laughs.

“No pain, no gain, baby. He can handle it, can’t you?”

Kai nods against my folds, not removing his mouth. His tongue enters me, and that’s enough for my orgasm to build. I buck my hips, and Kai’s hand slaps down on my pelvis, holding me down.

“Holy fuck,” Kai says against my clit before biting down hard, and I scream his name, unable to swallow it down this time. Laughn thrusts hard, and Kai’s moan of pleasure vibrates in all the right places. I move my hips in time with his tongue, his is face buried so far between my legs I’m not sure if he can breathe.

“Open your eyes, Jolie, and watch your boyfriend take my cock like a champ. You know I would do anything for you, even stick my dick in his tight little hole. And the best part—I will have ruined him. He will feel me between his ass cheeks for days.”

My orgasm rolls through me, my body twitches in pleasure, a loud groan escaping my lips. Laughn pulls Kai by the belt, making it tighter now that he doesn’t need to eat me out. Kai’s eyes roll in his head as Laughn’s thrusts become punishing, all three of us now streaked in blood. Since becoming pregnant, sex has grown tame, but Laughn is thoroughly enjoying having control over Kai.

“Use your toy so I can watch your face and destroy your boyfriend’s ass.”

I feel beside me and grab the vibrator, clicking the button on the side so it vibrates between my fingers.

Doing as he asks, I never break eye contact while running the toy over my already sensitive flesh. A moan slips from my lips at the intense pleasure I’m getting from the vibrations and watching Laughn thrust into Kai.

“Holy fuck,” Kai swears as Laughn moves faster. Kai’s hand wraps around his own cock, and I watch, mesmerised, as he rapidly drags his hand up and down his shaft, his own orgasm getting close.

“Slide down the bed, baby.”

I slip down the bed as best as I can. Laughn nods, and I shimmy in under Kai, my belly almost in the way. From this vantage point, I can’t see much of what is happening.

“Slide your cock into her pretty pussy, but don’t move once it’s in.”

Kai enters me slowly, adjusting so he is holding himself up and not squashing my bump.

“Now, baby, press that vibrator just against the base of his cock.”

“Oh god,” I whisper as Kai mumbles a string of swear words. I can feel his cock vibrating inside of me.

Laughn thrusts into Kai, causing him to push into me. Both men look down at me as I once again come undone, my back arching off the bed as my orgasm explodes. A scream of pleasure has them both letting go—and Kai comes first, my name on his lips.

Laughn pulls out of Kai, pushes him to the side, and he falls beside me, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession. Laughn rips off the condom and drops it beside the bed, then moves over me on his knees, his hand wrapping around his shaft as he pumps. Blood covers all of us, including his cock, and he comes all over me.

“Fuck,” he says, falling to my other side. “You always look so beautiful covered in my cum and blood.”

“Oh shit,” I say. “The babies are kicking.”

Both Laughn’s and Kai’s hands press on my stomach.

“Did he just kick me?” Laughn asks.

“She,” I reply.

“I felt it.” Kai laughs, moving his head to my belly, and he gets a swift kick to the head, making him grin.

“You have Laughn’s cum on your face.”

“I don’t care. I just felt my daughter kick me in the head.”

We lie like this until the babies stop moving. As soon as their dance party in my belly is finished, all three of us shower together, washing the blood and cum away. Laughn helps Kai clean up his small cut, covering it with a couple of butterfly stitches while he waits for it to heal over. Both guys strip my bed and throw the sheets into the garbage.

For a small moment in time, I managed to forget about everything else going on in my life and it was nice. But all good things come to an end. We will be doing that again, hopefully very soon, before I’m forced into a sex drought and become a human milk machine.