Page 25 of Mistletoe Trio
“Do you want us to double-knot you?” Declan growled, circling behind Jamie and grinding against his ass. “Get you nice and stretched out?”
Jamie whimpered. “If I thought it was possible…”
“Are you going to survive that six-week suggestion for no sex after birth?” I asked.
“No,” Jamie huffed. “The doctor better ok blow jobs at least.”
Declan chuckled and slid his hands along Jamie’s bump. “Just don’t fall asleep when I’ve got your dick in my mouth… again.”
“That only happened one time!” Jamie argued. “And it was after he’d kept me up all night dancing on my bladder.”
I walked over and positioned myself at Jamie’s front so that he was sandwiched between us. “How about we do that thing where you sprawl on the couch between me and Declan. He can rub your shoulders and I’ll rub your legs and feet. That always relaxes you. Then we’ll walk the mall again.”
“You had to ruin a perfectly good suggestion by tacking on that mall bit, didn’t you?”
“We can stay home if you want,” I replied. “But the walking is supposed to help induce labor.”
“How about we take turns knotting you as a reward for walking,” Declan suggested.
Jamie sighed. “Fine. But only one lap around the mall this time.”
“One and a half, and you get to pick a dozen pickles from that pickle place you love,” Declan responded.
“Deal.”
I chuckled. It wasn’t the first time we’d had to haggle to get Jamie to walk the mall. But promises of pickles and knots always got him to agree to a bit more.
Not that we could blame him. Walking—well, waddling—had been uncomfortable for him for several weeks. Now he was a week overdue, and ready to have our baby.
We situated ourselves on the couch, Declan in the corner, Jamie leaning against him, and me on the other side with Jamie’s legs on my lap. Soon Jamie was moaning as Declan rubbed his shoulders and chest, while I worked his legs and feet.
“I love you guys,” Jamie sighed. “You know just how to take care of me.”
“You only love us when we’re massaging you?” Declan teased.
“Don’t be an ass,” Jamie huffed. “I love you always. I just love you more when you make me feel good.”
I laughed and picked up one of Jamie’s feet, pressing my thumbs to the arch.
Jamie moaned again, and my cock twitched at the sound. Then he grumbled and shifted.
“You ok?” I asked.
“Twinge in my back.”
Jamie seemed to settle, then whimpered and shifted again. A minute later he let out a frustrated noise and stood up.
“If you’re not going to get out, at least let me enjoy time with your dads,” he scolded his bump.
“Jamie?” Declan asked.
“What?” Jamie snapped.
“I think your water broke.”
Jamie stepped back, looked down, then poked his stomach. “About time you little jerk! It’s eviction time!”
Declan laughed. “I guess we should go to the hospital?”
