Page 14 of Just the Three of Us

I’m still riding him hard, chasing my orgasm, but he doesn’t seem to be cooperating.

“Slow down a bit, baby.” He says to me. “Sean wants to join us.”

I’m breathless and sweaty, and I reach out to Sean at my back. I love it when they’re both in me, and I can feel Sean’s cock teasing the crack of my ass, already seeking entry.

I relax my muscles and feel how he glides in inch by inch. Once he’s fully in, I realize I am trapped between these two hot men, completely at their mercy. But they love me, and I love them, which makes the experience much more special.

“Somebody needs to move. I’m dying here.” I complain. They set a rhythm, slowly thrusting inside me. I feel so full, and the pleasure is coiling inside me from my center. I want them to go faster, but they’re being careful with me, and I’m glad for it.

The coil starts getting tighter and tighter inside me, and my moans are louder and louder. “Shit, I’m gonna come!” I say moments before I explode. My pussy and my ass are both throbbing with pleasure, and that’s when I feel my men’s load shoot deep inside me in both holes.

I grab hold of John’s neck tightly and practically whimper as I’m coming down from my orgasm. They slowly slide out of me, and I feel truly and deeply owned by them.

I pull Sean into our embrace. Next week, we’ll have a little ceremony where John and I pledge each other to Sean and he to us. It will be something simple but significant to us. Because what is between us is forever.

Epilogue

Shannon

Isplash some water on my face to see if I can feel reinvigorated once more. I quickly brush my teeth and put the toothbrush away. The past three months have been a punishment of some sort. I go back to the bed and pick up a cracker from the package on the nightstand. This and ginger ale are all I can eat most mornings.

They're supposed to settle your stomach, but I don't feel settled at all. I lay back on my bed and placed a cool, wet washcloth on my forehead. That helps with the migraine. I should know by now that chocolate triggers them, but whenever I feel like I can eat, I splurge on chocolate. Thus, the migraine.

I know that at three months, I'm just starting the journey, and I don't blame Junior for being uncomfortable. Well, most days I don't. The guys are already head over heels for this baby, but I'm a bit scared of becoming a mom. I hear the front door open, and I know that my men are back from wherever they went today.

"Knock, knock," Sean says softly.

"I'm awake," I answer without opening my eyes. That would take too much energy.

"Baby, you should see all the goodies we got the baby."

"You went shopping without me?" I sit up abruptly, and the washcloth ends up in my lap with a thud.

They have the decency to look ashamed at my words.

"You weren't feeling well," John explains.

"Aren't you supposed to have some empathetic feelings towards me and be, I don't know, a bit more considerate with your partner?" My nausea makes a guest appearance, and I put my hand over my mouth. "Oh God, I need to vomit."

I run into the bathroom, closing the door on their faces. A couple of minutes later, I came out and found them sitting in the room. I'm guessing they knew this discussion wasn't over.

"Regardless of the fact that what just happened proved your point, I'd like to ask you to at least invite me next time. Let me accept or deny, but let me feel included. End of speech." I lay back down on the bed and reapply my washcloth. "Besides, it's too soon to be shopping."

"We'll have to agree to disagree on that. We're ex-military. We need to be prepared for any eventuality. Our baby is no exception." John says.

"Do you want me to get another ice pack for that washcloth, Shannon?" Sean kindly asks.

"Yes, please." I sigh in relief. John pushes me aside so I'm in the center of the bed, and he rolls in beside me. His weight on the mattress gives me comfort, and I know soon I'll be cocooned by both of them.

"We'll be more considerate in the future, baby, I promise."

Sean comes back and hands John the ice pack. He wraps it inside my washcloth and places it back on my forehead. He takes his shoes off and gets on the bed on my other side.

"Do you think we'll be good parents?" I ask, a bit scared of the answer. They both take a bit of time to answer, making me more anxious.

"We have a strong relationship, and there is love in this home. I know love doesn't solve everything, but with that as a foundation, I think we'll do great." John answers.

"Stop worrying about this, Shannon,” Sean says. “We’ll start a savings account designed for therapy for the kid.” He chuckles.

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