Smack.
“Oh!”
“And a good spanking, too,” Brook said and so it began. Brook and Lincoln worked in sync, thrusting, spanking, and stroking her cunt and ass until she screamed her release and they followed.
“We love you, baby. We’re never gonna let you go,” Brook said and then kissed her shoulder as she tried to catch her breath.
* * * *
Lincoln and Conway stayed in bed with J.J. as she drifted off to sleep. Calder went to check on Reynolds’s status, whispering what had happened to Reynolds once they knew she was deeply sleeping.
Lincoln had just started to drift off, feeling content with J.J. in his arms, and with Conway there too. But then they both felt J.J. shaking and then they heard her moan. She was tossing her head, trying to push from their embrace.
“J.J., wake up. It’s Conway and Lincoln,” Lincoln whispered as Conway tried to brush her hair from her cheeks.
She jerked forward, with her hands on her throat and her eyes wide open. She was gasping for air.
“You’re okay. You’re safe. He doesn’t have you,” Conway told her and Lincoln felt like hitting something. He wanted to take away all her pain.
“Baby, it’s okay. Just breathe,” Lincoln whispered and she looked at both of them and then closed her eyes and lay back down between them.
They both leaned up on an elbow and placed a hand on her belly. They were staring down at her.
“Okay now?” Conway asked, as she opened her eyes, and she smiled.
“Oh, God, that wasn’t too bad. Not too terrible at all.”
“What?” Lincoln asked. He was upset. How bad were these episodes and how often did she have them?
His expression must have indicated his question because she reached up and cupped his cheek. She smiled softly.
“They’re getting better.”
“How so? It didn’t look or sound good at all,” Conway asked in that very demanding tone of his.
She reached up and touched his cheek, too.
“Despite the fear, I felt the two of you here with me. Your voices cleared my mind. I’m sure tonight is going to be hell. I think I’ll need you both next to me, holding me just like this,” she said and then winked.
They shook their heads at her.
“No more secrets. No more pretending that you’re strong enough to handle shit on your own. You’re our woman and we’ll take care of you. Got it?” Conway asked.
“Got it, Chief,” she replied sarcastically and Lincoln chuckled as Conway began tickling J.J.
Her laughter filled the room and his heart grew fonder of the woman instantly.
She reached for his forearm and pulled it around her waist, making Lincoln lean back down. His arm was now under her breasts, across her ribs, and she was tilting her ass back against his cock.
“Now. Let’s try resting a little longer and then take showers.”
“Sounds like an order to me,” Lincoln reprimanded.
She moved his hand over her breast to cup at as she reached her other hand over to pinch Conway’s nipple. “Hey.”
“Hey yourself. It’s not an order. It’s a promise for more lovemaking in the shower.”
Lincoln squeezed her breast and then leaned down and kissed her cheek. If only they could stay this happy, and in this peaceful, lighthearted moment forever. But they couldn’t. Danger was too close, and another man may be dead because of the congressman. He squeezed her to him and closed his eyes, hoping they could keep her safe and be happy like this forever.