Page 44 of Dark Seduction

As my pregnancy has progressed, our sex life has never wavered, but now that I’m getting closer to the delivery, the two seem obsessed with the idea of hurting the baby or putting me into preterm labor. No matter how many times I’ve tried to explain just how safe our little one is in there, it’s an idea neither one can seem to get out of their heads.

V’s gaze lifts from my belly, meeting my eyes with a smile, and even though my focus is mostly on Burnt’s cock, I can’t help but feel my love for him swell. V’s been through so much, and knowing he’s still here with us makes this experience even deeper. We made this baby together; we will raise it together.

The heat between me and Burnt is too much to resist, and V’s touch on my belly only adds to the excitement.

Burnt presses himself into me just a little, kissing me deeply. He breaks away for a moment to whisper in my ear, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” I whisper back, wrapping my arms around him. We’ve never said those words to each other, but it’s something I know we’ve all felt since the beginning. “Both of you.

V doesn’t have to say it back. It’s clear in the way he looks at me in this moment.

I feel my heart racing with excitement, as V guides my hips down until Burnt’s cock is seated deep inside of me. My gasp of pleasure is loud and Iow, but cut off when V’s cock presses against the seam of my lips, hard and wanting, desperate for release.

“That’s it, baby,” V coaches from beside me. His fingers slide from my belly, finding a home between my legs. As I ride Burnt’s cock, he watches my face, waiting for any sign of pain or discomfort. Sensations he’ll never find because with the three of us here, all I can feel is the love we share. The sensations of two men loving me and our baby overwhelm me with pleasure. Burnt and V move together. V’s fingers. Burnt’s cock. My lips taking V deep in my throat as I rock my hips. The three of us finding a rhythm together, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

“I’m close,” I gasp, my breaths coming out in shallow pants. My release swells, trembling and burning its way through me, the waves of pleasure radiating outwards, connecting the three of us together as one.

V’s free hand grips my hair as he thrusts his cock deeper into my throat and Burnt stares up at us, his cheeks ruddy, his eyes filled with fire.

I don’t know which of us takes the leap over the edge, but as I ride the wave of my release, Burnt and V are riding theirs right along with me. My head swims as I cry out, unable to concentrate on either one of them in this moment, but together, they massage my clit and lift my hips, dragging out my orgasm until I can barely breathe.

Sated, I fall to the side, flopping onto the bed. V lays down on the other side and together we lie there, our hearts hammering in our chests as we catch our breath. Just then, the baby kicks inside of me, once, twice, then three more times.

“Woah,” V says, his hand sliding over the spot that had just visibly moved. “What was that?”

I grin up at him. “The baby kicked.”

“Really?” Burnt asks, his hand finding another spot on my belly.

I lay my own hand there as well, and we wait.

Sure enough, another kick comes, quickly followed by another.

I laugh with delight, sharing a look of amazement with Burnt and V. For a moment, all our worries seem to slip away as we marvel at the miracle of life growing inside of me.

“Did we hurt it?” Burnt asks, worry lacing his tone.

V rolls his eyes. “No, dumbass. It’s normal. Your dick didn’t freak out our baby.”

“How the fuck should I know that?” he fires back.

“There're these things called books, and the internet. Do your research.”

“Give him a break,” I tease, smacking V on the arm. “I barely understand all of this myself.”

Burnt chuckles, his gaze still on my belly, waiting for another kick.

We lay like that for hours, drifting in and out of sleep, all three of our hands pressed against my belly, already cuddling with our unborn gift.

Months ago, I was content to be alone. I was looking forward to it even. But now, I have these two amazing men in my life, and a child on the way who will have two loving fathers. I couldn’t feel luckier.

MACK

I takea deep breath as I step into the dimly lit clubhouse bar, flanked by Burnt on one side and V on the other. This is it—the moment we step out together as an official trio. It's been a long time coming, and I'm both excited and nervous about how our club members will react.

As we make our way through the crowded room, the chatter and laughter of the bikers fill the air, punctuated by the clinking of glasses and the occasional burst of raucous laughter. I keep my eyes forward, trying not to let the anticipation show on my face. My rounded belly, which I've concealed beneath heavy coveralls at work, is now prominently on display in the form-fitting dress I've chosen for the evening. It's impossible for anyone to miss.

The three of us find an empty booth near the bar, and I slide in with Burnt on my left and V on my right. My heart races, but I maintain a calm exterior, determined not to let my nerves get the best of me. I steal a glance at Burnt, who's wearing a proud grin, and V, who appears both protective and vigilant. Their presence gives me a sense of security, like a shield against any potential judgment or scrutiny from our fellow club members.

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