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His cry of completion was so unbelievably wild and hot that I bit into the sheets beneath my face as I rode the last shreds of my pleasure, shivering under the intense and beautiful duress of my own completion.

We fell together toward the bed, rolling carefully to the side to protect my belly.

Soon after, Tommy did a quick check on me and the baby, just to make sure we hadn’t shaken things up too much. But once we both passed his tests, still panting and sweaty, we lay together, all three of us.

We were together at last, and cradled safely between my perfect pair, I’d never felt more sated or happy.

Chapter 15

David

I WAS THE FIRST TO wake up the next morning following our throuple union, but I didn’t dare move in case I woke up my twin and my mate. Stacey’s head was on the same pillow as mine, and when I opened my eyes, I could see her beautiful face right there in front of me. Her luscious lips were pink and parted as she softly snored, and her eyelashes fluttered ever so slightly as she dreamed.

I ached to reach out and cup her cheek to tell her how much I adored her and how grateful I was that she had finally come into our life. But I didn’t. Such declarations of love could wait for a more opportune moment. Instead, I chose not to interrupt her and simply let her sleep. Watching her, emotions I’d never felt before cascaded over me, making me feel whole for the first time in living memory.

Tommy’s head popped up from behind Stacey’s halo of golden blonde hair, and my brother smiled in a way I’d never seen him before. He wore a satisfied and happy expression that told me he was feeling exactly the same way I was this morning—completely fulfilled.

Stacey began to stir and rolled onto her back, groaning softly as though in pain, then her eyes fluttered open and she smiled. “Good morning, boys.”

“How are you feeling?” I asked quickly, sliding my hand over her swollen belly, loving the feel of her warm flesh shifting and moving as our child rolled and kicked from within.

“Great,” Stacey said brightly, then groaned. “Though our little girl sure is getting too strong for my ribs.”

A flush of heat filled my face as strong emotions filled my heart to overflowing. I still had brief moments, even now, where my insecurities got the better of me and I feared that Tommy and Stacey would leave me out once their daughter was born. Then came the question that plagued me most...

Should I hold back and remain reserved in case they do?

I wasn’t the baby’s father, after all. Not until Stacey declared it so, and I hadn’t heard those exact words from her mouth just yet. My stomach grumbled loudly with hunger, and I rolled out of bed. “Back soon,” I said before going to the bathroom to use the toilet and get cleaned up. When I returned to the bedroom, I was struck with the sudden desire to cook. I needed something hearty and homemade after last night, that was for damn sure. And no one else cooked like me.

“Shall I make French toast this morning, or would you like something else?” I asked, still standing naked in all my glory.

“Oh, yes. French toast please,” Stacey said, excitement clear in her voice.

It always pleased me and put my mind at ease when our mate’s appetite was strong. It was good for her and the baby. I grinned to myself as I left the bedroom, not sure what they would do in my absence, but to be honest... I didn’t care after all what we’d shared last night.

Over the course of our lives together I would have my fair share of alone time with our mate, and Tommy would too. I couldn’t continue to be jealous. I had to rein it in as best I could and just go with the flow. Ménages were difficult to navigate at the best of times from what I’d heard, so we’d all just have to be as open and honest as we could be and hope for the best. Besides, I had been the one to come inside Stacey’s tight pussy last night, so how could I complain?

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