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I scream into Ash’s mouth, my pussy clamping down on Loki’s fingers as wave upon wave of exquisite pleasure rolls over me, lighting me up from the inside. They don’t stop, not until I’m a quivering, twitching mess.
Ash finally releases my mouth with a final gentle kiss, letting go of my nipple at the same time as Loki pulls his fingers out, making me gasp.
“So fucking beautiful, Princess,” Ash says, his eyes hooded and making my cunt pulse.
He stands up, his trousers tented in the most mouth watering way. I turn, and Loki does the same, adjusting himself in his grey sweats. He leans down, giving me a peck on my kiss-swollen lips, before straightening up, and walking back around the bath.
I watch, my brows furrowed as they begin to make their way to the open door.
“What about you guys?” I ask, my voice husky, when they start making their way out.
“We’re taking care of you, Princess,” Ash states, looking at me over his shoulder. “Now, wash up, and come get something to eat. Early night for you tonight.”
And with that, they walk out, leaving me very much satisfied.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
LILLY
Iwake up after a gloriously restful sleep, mostly thanks to Ash who insisted I sleep with him to make sure I actually slept, and didn’t, well, you know. I do live with four guys after all.
Hashtag-firstworldproblems.
Or, perhaps it should be reverse harem problems?
Either way, I feel much better this morning, especially when a certain ginger scented devil wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer, his morning wood digging into my lower back.
“Good morning, Princess,” he rumbles out, his voice fifty shades of husky and making Her Vagisty perk up.
“Good morning, love,” I reply, arching into him as he nuzzles my neck, sending shivers of delicious electricity skirting over my body. Naked as always when I’m in one of their beds, I actually should just bin all my pjs at this rate.
“You don’t know what it does to me when you call me that, Princess,” he growls out, his hand flexing on my stomach, before dipping lower, but not quite low enough, as he teases me.
“Ash, love,” I say, squirming and trying to get his hand where I need it to be. He growls again at the term of endearment, thrusting his hard length against my back, making me moan. “Stop being such a cunt tease.”
He huffs out a laugh against my neck, more tingles travelling over my skin as his warm breath caresses me. He moves his hand a fraction, then another, and just as he is about to reach the gold at the end of the rainbow -oh yeah, I just referred to my vajayjay as a pot of motherfucking gold- the door bursts open with a crash.
“Morning, campers!” Loki declares, strolling in with a swagger and a shit-eating grin. “I hate to stop what looks like a really fun time, but it’s nine-fifteen and we have to be there at ten.”
Ash groans behind me, the sound a match for my own frustration.
“Fine,” Ash practically snarls out, pushing up abruptly and letting all the warm air out of our little cocoon of duvet. Comforter.Whatever.
“Don’t give me that look, Pretty Girl,” Loki admonishes me, still smiling like he’s thoroughly pleased at being a cockblocker. And cuntblocker.Bastard.“Let’s go meet our baby!” he shouts, and a flutter of anticipation alights in my stomach at the realisation that I will be meeting our baby for the first time today.
“Fine,” I huff, sitting up, less cross than I was when he first stormed in. “I needed a piss anyway.”
“Such a lady,” Loki jokes, laughing when I give him the middle finger and follow Ash out of the room.
Jax and Kai are already dressed, waiting in the living room for us, so Ash and I get a wriggle on and somehow manage to get ready in fifteen minutes. As we’re heading out of the door, Kai hands me a tupperware and a reusable thermos.
“Breakfast,” he tells me with a smile, and my mouth waters at the thought of my ginger, lemon and honey tea, and peanut butter on toast. The same breakfast that I’ve eaten every morning for several weeks now thanks to Kai.
“You are a godsend, Kai Matthews,” I tell him, planting a kiss on his cheek as we leave.
The journey to the obstetrician luckily doesn’t take long, and soon we’re pulling up to a modern looking wood and glass building, nestled in the forest.
Swallows Birthing Centreis engraved in elegant cursive on a brass plaque next to the glass door, which opens as we approach. We’re met by a smartly dressed man, in his mid-forties with dirty blond hair and a square jaw. He’s quite handsome for an older guy, if you’re into the whole age gap thing. There’s a younger looking woman next to him in light pink scrubs.
