Page 46 of Love Bitters

No, I do that all on my own while he presses an arm against the wall of the shower, propping himself up. I take him as deep as my throat will allow, barely touching my gag reflex. In the before, I’d have taken it for all I was worth for as long as I could stand it. These days, I don’t risk it, because there’s a good chance I could actually puke on him. And talk about something killing the mood and being as unsexy as possible? That’ll do it.

Either way, if his soft grunts are anything to go by, I know Murph isn’t an unhappy man at the moment. Adding my hand at the base of his cock, I use it as leverage to be able to move quicker and still be able to work him when I release him from my mouth to lick around the head. Just how I know he likes it. At this, Murph’s free hand slips into the wet strands of hair on the back of my head. Figuring he wants to take control, I part my lips and getready to take him in my mouth again, but he does the opposite by gently tugging my head away. Unable to wipe the water from my face, I feel, rather than see, him tuck his hands beneath my arms. After he helps me get to my feet, I finally get a chance to clear my eyes, only to find Murphy’s face within inches of my own wearing an unreadable expression. One that I don’t get to examine before he closes that distance and presses his lips against mine. It’s crazy to think just last week I would’ve given every lick of peanut butter in the world for another one of his kisses, and now I’m getting my wish while plastered against his sexy naked body. It makes me want to bend over right here in the shower and tell him to take me. Even if meant I’d get nauseous or vertigo from being at an odd angle.

I put everything I am into this kiss instead, letting my hands roam over the expanse of his back. Our tongues do a sort of dance together as we devour each other. He slides a hand down my side, slowly scooting it inward the further down he goes. By the time he’s at my hip level, it’s directly between my thighs, and a moan slips from my throat when he presses against my clit with a deep stroke of a finger. My eyes roll back in my head as he does it three more times before sliding that same digit inside of me. Instinctively, I reach for his cock and pump it with the same rhythm as his hand.

Just when I consider throwing a foot up on the side of the tub to give him better access, he pulls away completely.

“Come on,” he tells me in a husky whisper before shutting the water off.

I let him wrap me up in one of their fluffiest towels that I’m pretty sure Ollie had bought just for me when I was staying over all the time. Even with my belly bigger than usual, it still fits around me completely, leaving a few extra inches. Which, after a couple more months, I’ll be needing anyway. Murph puts a towel around his own waist before taking my hand to lead us out of the bathroom. I soon come to realize that his mattress wasn’t in the pallet last night when we find our way into his room. Letting him go, I take a several steps away before letting the towel drop to the floor. He’s shutting the door behind us, but I still hear his breath catch like he didn’t just see me naked as the day I was born only minutes ago. It’s in those short gasps of air or the way that Wes looked at me last night when I feel as beautiful as they claim me to be. Otherwise, I might not believe them at all.

Casting a quick glance over my shoulder, I have to stop from drooling on myself as I watch Murph stalk toward me in nothing other than that towel slung low on his hips. It leaves nothing above it to the imagination. Definitely not that sexy muscled man v that dips beneath it. Under heavy lids, I let my gaze lift back to his dark blue eyes locked on my body. When that towel hits the floor, I once again lose the battle of keeping my attention from drifting down, and the distraction gives him enough time to reach me. In one motion, he’s claiming my lips in another kiss that has my legs quivering while backing me toward the bed. The feelings and motions are so familiar that I don’t stop to think when my calves meet the soft material of his sheets. I go to sit, but he stops me with a firm hand at my back.

Without speaking a single word, he spins me in place until my back is against his chest. Pulling the hair away from my neck, he kisses a line from my ear to my shoulder, and I unabashedly grind my ass against him. The hard length of his erection presses against me even further, and I feel as though I’m going to combust into a thousand pieces if I don’t have him inside of me right this second. Arching myself across the side of the bed, my forearms press into the mattress, showcasing my ass and everything else I’m offering to him.

I’m not sure if this was the position he was hoping for, but it’s too late to stop it now. The new angle spreads my legs open, and the cold air against my warm clit is enough to have another moan slipping from my lips. Murph takes that as whatever sign he needs and drops to his knees behind me.

The first swipe of his tongue has me tensing and jerking against the bed. By dropping this way, I’d hoped he’d get the hint and take me the way my body is begging him to. Clearly, it gave him another idea. With another lick of his tongue, he hums quietly, which blows a soft breath of air against my clit. All of the sensations at once have my hands clenching his sheets hard.

“Please, Murph,” I beg, completely unembarrassed. My mind is so clouded with need that I don’t feel any kind of shame.

His reply is a chuckle that sends chills down the back of my legs, my pleas falling on deaf ears, to both my dismay and pleasure, as he continues his assault. When he drags a finger between my folds to push inside, I’m so thankful for the bed beneath me because my knees give out completely. I drop the few inches to the soft mattress with an oof, and that’s what it takes for him to stop.

“You okay?” he asks, leaning over my back.

I’m sure he’s asking about the baby, but I answer for us both. “We’re fine. I need you right now. Please.”

With light kisses to my back, he takes my hips and uses them to raise me up to the position I was in before off my belly. His hands roam over the outside of my thighs before he removes one to help guide himself to my entrance, and the slowness with which he eases himself inside should count as my punishment for leaving him. I try to push back to hurry him along, but with one of those thick thighs pressing tightly against the back of mine, I don’t make it very far. Which leaves me no choice but to accept his pace.

I want to cry, and almost do, when I finally feel him seated fully, his body entirely flush against mine. From here, his control slips, and if what he’s feeling is anything like I have been since the moment these men stepped into my life, I can totally understand why. I end up on my tiptoes, trying to keep up with the smooth jerk of hips as his cock glides in and out of me. It hits in places I forgot could even feel, and it causes my walls to clench him tightly.

Then he’s muttering sweet words about me being beautiful and how much he’s missed me, but they’re barely audible over the sound of damp flesh slapping together. When I go over that edge, I don’t scream his name, but I do let out a loud moan that feels like it comes from deep within my soul. It’s loud in the quiet of the room, and if any of the others are awake then they’ve likely heard it, but it’s not something I can control at this point. The different but strong ways these men make me feel is unbelievable.

It doesn’t take long before he’s falling right over that cliff’s edge after me. He doesn’t bother pulling out before leaning down to press his forehead against my back followed by several sweet kisses. When he does finally raise back up to slightly pull away, it’s only to help me crawl up onto the bed. We lie on our sides, facing one another, for I don’t know how long, simply enjoying each other’s company. Our hands both trace lazy patterns across the other’s skin as the comfortable silence between us continues.

He eventually does break it by asking, “What time were you needing to leave?”

Knowing good and damn well that I can’t and refuse to be late, I grudgingly reply, “Soon. Probably should’ve already left by now. I’ve still got to go home and change.”

“Well, at least you’ve already had your shower.” He beams, a flash of teeth with his grin.

I can’t help but to snicker. As glorious as that shower was, I think I’ll need another when I get home. The only thing that really got clean was my hair. I don’t bother telling him that, though, because we might end up just taking this morning in a full circle until we’re both late for work.

“We may have to wake Thatch, but do me a favor and don’t leave without saying something,” he requests not meeting my eyes.

My heart breaks a little on the inside that he even feels the need to ask that of me. “I wasn’t planning on it,” I tell him. After a few seconds, I add, “I don’t ever want to leave again, Murph. I didn’t then and definitely don’t now. I just wanted you guys to be able to go about your normal lives. Then we’d deal once the baby was born and find out who the father is. It’s one thing to have a little spontaneous fun. If my memory serves right, that’s what you called it back at the cabin. But it’s a whole other having life get as serious as this.”

His arm tightens, tugging us closer together as he replies, “I said those things then because we barely knew each other, and I didn’t know that there was going to be an after. You changed all that the moment you stuck around once we got home.”

“What if the baby isn’t yours?” I ask. The question has been burning a hole in the back of my throat from the second I stood in front of them yesterday and said congrats, one of you is a father.

“You think that’ll change anything?” he argues. “I wouldn’t be jealous or hold any kind of resentment toward you or any of the guys if it’s theirs. You’re just going to have to learn to accept that you’ve got five men willing to take care of you, both of you. I can make the promise for all of us that neither of you will want for anything. Dance recitals or baseball games and teacher conferences just might be a little awkward.”

“Only a little,” I tease, kissing the scruff on his chin.

“Speaking of awkward,” he starts, the sound of his lowered voice now rumbling through my chest, “how did your parents take the news?”

I snort softly. “Oh, you mean the news of them being grandparents for the first time by their unwed daughter who has the possibility of five fathers for the child?”

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