Page 67 of Trust in my Heart (Desires of the Heart 2)

Dylan pulls back and thrusts back inside Braxton hard.

He does that a few times before Braxton starts fucking himself on Dylan’s cock which makes each thrust forward fuck Easton.

I can feel how wet I am just from watching.

There is only the sound of moans and heavy breathing as they fuck each other.

All of their eyes are locked on me. Even though they aren’t fucking me, I still feel like I’m the center of their world.

I do the only thing I can think of. I put the dessert on the side table, and push the blanket off of me. Since I’m only wearing one of their shirts and nothing else, I spread my legs so that they can see how wet they have made me.

All of them let out the same low groan of approval.

“Fuck baby, when we can have you again we are going to spend a week worshipping your body,” Easton rasps.

“Look how fucking wet she is by just watching us,” Braxton hisses.

“Fuck, it has been so long. I’m not going to last much longer,” Dylan says, looking on the verge of finishing.

“I can’t wait until the day you guys can fuck me again. I can feel your cocks slide inside my pussy after so long, and feel you thrusting in and out of me as I clench down on you,” I say in a seductive purr.

That seems to be what causes them to lose control.

They take turns shouting out their release, and they work hard not to collapse on each other.

After a few minutes, they take turns kissing me hard on the lips; kissing me like it’s their promise to fuck me a soon as I’m able to.

I grab the cake to finish as they wash up and join me in the bed. By the time they do, the cake is pretty much gone; but they don’t seem to care that they didn’t get any.

They talk to my belly for a few minutes before I need a nap. Easton takes a place beside me while Braxton and Dylan move behind him, and we just become a tangle of arms. I fall asleep feeling happy and content.

I feel like we are finally moving forward.

This is how it was supposed to be all along.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Dylan

Two weeks later…

Things have been moving along great since the night Holly wanted us to all fuck in front of her.

It has become a regular occurrence and, fuck, it’s hot just having her watch us. I can’t wait until I can fuck her again though. I know all of us are aching for it.

She’s thirty-seven weeks today, and that means that the babies are grown enough for her to give birth. We have a c-section scheduled for next week already.

The doctor told us it would be the safest option at the moment, and we are willing to do whatever it takes.

I can tell that the boredom is getting to her, but there isn’t much we can do.

Today, she is getting up to have a shower, which isn’t something that she does everyday since she doesn’t really go anywhere.

I help her into the shower and wash her up.

“Dylan,” she says hesitantly, and I look up at her since I’m on my knees washing her legs.

“Baby?” I ask, concerned.

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