Page 159 of Veil of Lies

“Don’t worry, it’s Brax’s turn tomorrow night. He can suffer.”

Harley chuckled as scented steam rose up and dissipated in the air. I closed my eyes and relaxed as fingers stroked my hard belly. Something fluttered inside me and I smiled.

“Did you feel that?” I held his hand over my abdomen and there it was again.

“I did! Our baby is the size of a pomegranate now.”

The door clicked open again. “Don’t fucking tell me you felt the baby move for the first time?”

“Yeah, sucks to be you, asshole.”

Harley was so competitive. He had to be the first at everything. It drove me nuts.

“I thought you were working?” Quinn quickly shed his clothes and my mouth watered at the sight of his deliciously muscled body. His cock hung heavy between his thighs and for a moment, my brain froze and I didn’t hear his reply.

“Huh?” I asked belatedly.

He grinned at me as he hopped into the tub opposite me, knowing full well why I lost the thread of the conversation. “I said I finished the report and sent it off. If they want anything else, they can go fuck themselves. Come here, angel, I haven’t had a chance to kiss you all day.”

Harley reluctantly released me and I glided through the water into Quinn’s arms. Maturity had sharpened his features. Granted him a few more laughter lines. But he was still my Quinn, still as sexy as ever.

New ink adorned his skin: his latest tattoo was an elaborate dragon snaking down his shoulder, the tail curling around his wrist. He’d also added a few piercings to his collection, my personal favorite being the Jacob’s ladder. That one was front and center right now, as I straddled his muscular thighs.

“I thought you’d be tired?” His eyes shone with mirth.

“I am,” I admitted, “But the baby hormones are making me horny and now you’re both here…” I turned and threw a come hither look at Harley, who for once was being quiet. It took him all of 0.01 seconds to move across the tub, sloshing water everywhere in his haste to get to me.

“You’re cleaning up the mess,” I chided him.

“I know you agreed to be mine tonight,” he said, kissing the back of my neck as he pressed up against my back, “But I’m in the mood for sharing you.”

“Good to know,” laughed Quinn, “because I’m not going anywhere.”

His mouth found mine, hard and demanding, and I melted into him. Even after all this time, the magic was still there. I never got tired of the way I felt when I was with them. Sure, we argued sometimes, bickered like everyone did in a long-term relationship, but the bonds between us had strengthened with every year that passed.

I loved my guys more than ever.

And they loved me.

“I need to be inside you.” Quinn’s voice was rough with need. It had been several days since we’d made love. Having Juno around made it hard sometimes. Our daughter’s inquiring mind didn’t miss much of anything, and with Quinn working odd hours, intimacy was in short supply.

He lifted me slightly then groaned as I sank down on his hard shaft. I was so wet, so ready for him. Just like always.

“Does he feel good, baby?” Harley murmured in my ear, his hands reaching around to cup my breasts. Pregnancy had made them more sensitive than ever, and I couldn’t help the whimper of pleasure/pain that fell from my lips.

“Yes, so good…”

“When he’s filled you with cum, I’m going to sink my dick inside you and fuck you ‘til you’re raw.”

God, the filth that spewed from his lips made me blush at times. But I loved it. My whole body shuddered with anticipation as Quinn lifted my ass and thrust back into me. The movement pushed my tits into his face and he suckled, first one sensitive nub then the other.

I could feel Harley’s thick erection pressing into my ass and part of me wished he’d just fuck me too, so I could feel both of them. But he seemed content to wait as Quinn took his time, gliding in and out of my aching pussy. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more. Harder. Faster.

“More!” I pleaded, but Quinn just laughed. The asshole.

“Patience, angel. I’ve waited too long to rush. I want to take my time and enjoy your sweet pussy.”

The ache between my legs grew more urgent as water slopped over the edge of the tub. Harley’s fingers found my clit and he began to rub slow, torturous circles, using my slick to push me higher.

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