Page 62 of Bratva Daddies for the Single Mom

Viktor crawled up behind me and lifted me off Ilya, pointing my ass in the air. “Let Ilya support you.” The command came with the spearing of his cock into my sensitive pussy that stillfluttered from my last orgasm. The power of his thrust sent me straight into Ilya’s chest. He guided us into a lower position and held my shoulders while Viktor fucked me from behind. The delicious tingle of the change in positions started a new flurry of pleasure. I felt every millimeter of his cock drag in and out, the thrusts slow and deep as though to tease me for hours. Viktor could do it. He had the command over his body and the knowledge of mine.

My breaths shortened as the cusp of relief latched onto my muscles. Ilya pulled my nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Spots danced in my vision, my mouth opening in a silent scream.

Viktor reached around my hip and pressed his fingers against my clit, his cock never slowing.

“Viktor.” I bellowed his name, my back bowing and chin falling to rest on top of Ilya’s head.

The thrusts increased, coming harder and faster until the clap of his thighs meeting mine cut through the ringing in my ears. My nails dug into Ilya’s arms. I turned my head to look at Viktor and found Fyodor sitting in the chair Ilya had vacated. “That’s it, little goddess. Take Viktor like the savage goddess you are. He’s fucking you hard. Do you like it?”

“I do.” I forced my body to obey my commands and moved to meet his hard length, rolling my ass higher into the air for a better angle.

“Fuck me to hell, Annie.” Viktor skated his hands up over my back and gripped my neck with one hand. The other locked onto my hip. “Give me your orgasm. Now.” The command tore through me. I had no choice but to obey. My body craved the kind of release he demanded, and his words were the catalyst that threw me off the mountain and into the blissful void.

I almost collapsed onto Ilya, but Viktor’s hands kept me in place, his cock continuing to pump in and out, faster and faster. “Please, Viktor.”

He drove into me one last time, my name a gasp on his lips. “You are the only thing in this world that can destroy me.” He kissed my spine and slowly withdrew.

Exhausted and pleased beyond words, I shifted sideways and fell into the crook of Ilya’s arm. Fyodor scooted in behind me, Viktor easing down beside Ilya. We lay there, time ceasing to matter, and breathed together. I had this to look forward to now. Every day. I’d found the place where I belonged, the men who loved me with such amazing love and emotion that it seemed impossible. My girls had a home where they never had to worry about whether I could buy them what they needed. They would be loved and cared for emotionally and physically in ways I’d never been able to provide. And the new baby? I released a happy sigh, my lips curving into a smile. The new baby had fathers who loved it unconditionally. I couldn’t ask for more.

EPILOGUE

Several months later…

“I’m not ready.” I gripped the arms of the wheelchair and tried to stand even as a contraction tore through my stomach.

“Honey, I don’t think you have a choice.” Tina jogged along beside me, a hand on my shoulder and the other holding a stuffed bear Hailey and Hannah demanded I bring with me for comfort.

Viktor pushed the wheelchair fast enough to qualify for a sponsorship in car racing. We rushed through the glass doors and right up to the check-in counter. “Annie McIntosh, you’re expecting her.”

“Only because Ilya called.” I’d complained the whole way, saying it wasn’t time and they needed to stop rushing me.

The nurse looked over her computer screen, tapped a few keys, and squinted. “How far apart are your contractions?”

“Five minutes.” Fyodor spoke from behind me.

“They are not,” I argued back.

His rich laugh washed over me in a warming cascade. It should have made me mad but I appreciated that he could stillfind mirth in the moment. “Annie, I’ve been timing them since we left the house. They were seven minutes then, and five now. You should have another one soon.”

“Thanks for the warning.” As though to prove him right and make me a liar, a ripple of pain tightened my abdomen and curled me forward until my hands gripped my knees. “Yeah, okay. Maybe you’re right.” I held up one finger. “Don’t any of you dare say ‘I told you so’ or so help me, I’ll break all your arms.”

It was a useless threat. I couldn’t even trust myself to stand without walking like a hunchback. Every ounce of strength I possessed went into breathing.

“We believe you.” Ilya stroked my spine in a soothing gesture.

The nurse stood and motioned. “Follow me. I’ll let your doctor know you’re here.” She pressed a square button on the wall, and the twin doors whooshed open to expose a long hallway with animals and balloons painted on the walls. The ceiling tiles had been painted to mimic the sky, and somehow, it comforted me to see so much color. “Right here.” The nurse opened a door and stepped through. “This is where you’ll deliver. Doctor Ames will be right in.” She looked our group over, a divot appearing between her eyes. “We only allow one person in the room during active labor.”

Viktor, Ilya, and Fyodor shifted around each other. Fyodor tucked my bags in the closet and busied himself with checking out the rest of the room. Ilya walked over to the couch and lowered the girls onto the black leather. A window behind the couch gave us a view of a greenhouse-style garden overflowing with blooms. Concrete pathways wove between the rows of flowers. I took a steadying breath, almost able to smell the dirt and plant life. Hannah and Hailey spun around on their knees and put their arms across the back of the couch. “That’s so pretty. Can we go out there?” Hannah asked.

Hailey hopped to her feet and jumped onto the back of the couch until she straddled it like a horse. “And go to the giftshop.”

“No riding the couch.” Ilya patted Hailey’s head. “You might make Oscar jealous.”

A grin teased my lips despite the clenching pains that increased the tightness on my stomach and made me want to scream. Hailey’s new obsession with horses had prompted Ilya to buy her a pony that she promptly named Oscar. She took riding lessons every day while Hannah took piano lessons on the baby grand that showed up last week and held a place of honor in the foyer. They spoiled the girls in the best possible ways, showering them with love–and presents. Ilya had taken over the role of disciplining, and his love for the girls shone in moments like this when he corrected the girls without making them feel inadequate.

Hannah climbed up Ilya until she latched onto his neck, looking for all the world like a monkey on a tree. “Will you stay with us forever?”

“Of course.” He tweaked her nose. “I’m never going away. Not ever. You’re my girls. And soon, you’ll have a baby brother.”

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