Page 49 of Twins for the Silver Foxes

She straddled my waist and sank onto my cock with a look of desire so pure it shocked me into stillness. Her body gleamed with sweat and the air was saturated with the scent of our lovemaking. We had been indulging in one another for hours. It did not matter. It was never enough.

“Let’s stay in bed all day,” I said as I withdrew then filled her again with a deep, hard thrust.

“Someone has to leave and bring back food.” Hannah put both hands on my chest and leaned her weight forward. Her clit ground against my groin. Sensing her need, I slid my thumb between us for added pressure. “Fuck, yes. That’s it, Arthur. Right there. God that feels so good. I’ve never been fuckedsenseless before. Between last night and this morning, I barely know my name anymore.”

“Food can be arranged.” I rocked my hips upward and swirled my thumb around her clit. “As soon as you come again.”

“You’re such a dick, Arthur.” She laughed when I shifted our positions, sitting up and wrapping my lips around her nipple. “Keep doing that and I’ll forgive you.”

Hannah was not like most women. I’d slept with only a handful, but none like her. She gave of herself freely and without holding back an ounce of her passion. When she came, it was with a wild bucking of her hips that demanded I join her. I answered with one final thrust that threw me over the edge.

Hope I’d long since eliminated from my life dared to flourish in the drought of my heart. My daughter Megan hated me. Maybe this time things would be different.Iwould be different. I’d make sure these babies knew that I loved them. I’d tell them every day if it kept them from suffering the same fate as Megan with her spite and refusal to see me.

Hannah snuggled in beside me, her leg draped over mine. Ryland spooned her from behind.

We lay in bed talking about babies and all the highs and lows of pregnancy. Uncertainty twisted deep as I twirled a strand of Hannah’s hair around my pinky finger. “How far along are you?”

Her hand on my chest twitched. Slowly, she raised up onto one elbow and hovered over me. “Almost four months.”

Pain blasted through my heart and spiraled out of control. “How long have you known?”

She winced at the bite in my voice but held her ground. “Since I was about eight weeks along.”

“And you hid it from us that long?” The obviousness of the statement brought all of us to an upright position. “Why?” I’d promised myself I wouldn’t fall in the same trap as I did in my first marriage. That meant asking questions and confrontingproblems the moment they arose instead of waiting and hoping they disappeared.

Hannah tucked her hair behind her ear and returned her hand to my chest. There was comfort in the touch. I tried to accept it, along with the glimpse of pain in her eyes. “Well,” tears stained her cheeks as she cleared her throat and looked away. “At first, I was worried that one of you could be my dad.”

The knot of nausea in my stomach curled tighter. “Another reason you should have brought this to us right away.”

“It’s not that simple for me.” The blush of shame turned red with anger. “Last time I told someone I was pregnant, they left me.”

“So you did not trust us.” I struggled to see the situation from her point of view. Yes, Chad left her. If she knew we were different from that asshat, why withhold the information? “You expected us to throw you aside?”

“No.” She shook her head so hard her hair whipped around. “It wasn’t that. I mean, yes, I was concerned. None of you talked about kids. You love Liddy, but that’s different.”

“Not to me.” Scott interjected with a loud bang of his fist on the headboard.

Hannah’s small grin eased the conflicting emotions rioting inside me. “Once I knew that none of you could be my dad and the baby wasn’t going to be born from incest, I tried to tell myself you’d be happy about it.”

“But that was weeks ago.” I scooted further up the bed and let the sheet pool in my lap.

We all remained naked, comfortable enough with each other to continue the conversation despite our unclothed state.

Her chin dipped toward her chest, dragging my attention to the swell of her breasts and the tiny baby bump. She’d hardly changed in the three months of pregnancy, even with two babies in her belly. “I told myself you were nothing like Chad. You’reall decent, honest men. But I worried you’d think I did it on purpose to try and trap you into an obligation of child support or something.”

“That’s not all.” Ryland, the most sensitive of our trio, stroked her bare shoulder. “Get it all out now, Hannah. Letting it fester will only cause more problems later.”

Her sharp look in his direction held a warning and a challenge. “I was afraid you’d take the baby from me.”

Of all the things she could have said, that shocked me more than anything else. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means you’re rich. You have lawyers at your fingertips. All it would take is a phone call and you’d have me declared unfit. One phone call and children’s services would be at my doorstep. Not only could you take the babies from me, but I’d also risk losing Liddy. You’ve seen my house.” Words poured from her, her voice rising with intensity the longer she spoke. “I’m a good mom. You said it yourself. But a judge might not see it that way, especially when they realize my children’s fathers could give them more than I ever dreamed possible.”

“We would never.” I promised her with every fiber of my being. “Never. Ever. You have my most solemn oath on that. No matter what happens between any of us, they will always be your children too.” She’d found the courage to tell us the whole truth. I appreciated her candor and willingness to be vulnerable. I opened my arms and she fell into them, tucking her head beneath my chin.

Love unlike anything I’d felt before overwhelmed me. I tightened my hold.

The bedroom door flew open with a bang. My daughter Megan froze on the threshold. The door hit the wall and bounced back. Megan threw up a hand to stop it before it crashed into her face. “What the fuck, Dad.” Disgust etched darkness into herface. “Scott? And Ryland?” Her head moved side to side like she hoped to shake the image from her mind.

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