Jefferson helps me get my arms out then slides the fabric down my body. Lincoln makes quick work of my bra. It’s a lot of hands and activity, but we mesh like we read each other’s minds. Like we’re made for each other.
Jefferson flattens a hand on my back and nudges against the outsides of my ankles to get me to put my feet close together. “Keep quiet, Baby Doll or your boss will have to reprimand you.”
Lincoln had been kissing me and pulls away for a second to wink. “Be a good girl and make your boss happy.”
Jefferson’s fingers dig into my hips and his tip presses at my very soaked entrance. I want to make a quippy comeback but my mouth falls open as my sex stretches around Jefferson’s thick, hot cock.
Lincoln catches my gasp with a deep kiss, his tongue fucking me the way his twin is taking me from behind. We fall into a rhythm and soon, fingers toy with my nipples, hands massage my breasts, I'm surrounded by love, the verb, and love, the noun.
My body becomes theirs. My orgasm winds inside of me tighter and bigger than I’ve ever experienced. Then my mouth is free and lonely, and I fall forward slightly at the loss.
It gives me a second to remember we didn’t pull out my IUD. If I wasn’t so full of Jefferson, I’d be disappointed, but that emotion isn’t possible when I’m barreling toward release.
My boss sits back, looking so fucking stately in his big, fancy office chair. He runs a hand over his slacks that barely contain his straining cock. His eyes are on my tits, as promised. The hint of a grin rounds out his confident style. He’s pleased, and that makes my sex tighten. He teases a thumb over my lips, making my walls tighten even more.
I won’t make it much longer. Jefferson’s groans match my urgency.
“Need something to suck on, Angel?” Lincoln asks.
I take his thumb into my mouth but lose suction with a giant slurp and pop sound. Jefferson’s cock swells.
Scrambling, I reach with my tongue, sucking him back in. His eyelids fall shut on a stuttered breath. “You’re so beautiful, Angel. Clamp down on his cock and come for me.”
From deep inside Jefferson, a groan rumbles through the room, shaking my body, offering the last touch I need to unravel. I suck hard on Lincoln’s finger, channeling my moans and cries into the effort, holding my eyes open to watch the sheer pleasure that takes over his expression.
I’ll never close my eyes during sex again…except for when bliss overtakes me.
In the last second before my mind swirls into euphoria, I’m aware of the sharp thrusts of Jefferson’s hips against my ass. The warmth of his seed coating my insides. And his whispers as I drift away. “I love you so much, Baby Doll.”
My next coherent moment is Jefferson’s cock sliding out of me. Lincoln’s standing, withdrawing his finger out of my mouth, and bends to kiss me on the top of my head.
They switch places.
When Lincoln’s behind me, he says, “What was that you were saying about getting rid of your birth control?”
“It’s possible to pull it out. That’s all a doctor does.”
“Will it hurt you?”
“It shouldn’t.”
“Then let’s get rid of this thing because I’m not playing around about wanting to get you pregnant."
Nineteen
Jefferson
Standingbesidemylawyer,I acknowledge the judge’s declaration that he has come to a decision. I haven’t been this nervous since a few weeks ago when Lincoln walked Natalie into his office and I didn’t know if she would accept a life with us.
Okay, that’s not a long time ago, but these are back-to-back the two times I’ve been most nervous in my life. I’ll take it in exchange for the amazingness of everything I love coming together.
Commotion behind me catches my attention. My son wedges himself between Lincoln and Natalie. That has to play in our favor. He adores her, and she loves taking on the role of mom, in the short spurts we’ve been allowed to get to know him.
And she’s already pregnant, but we haven’t told anyone yet. The three of us agreed to publicly downplay our romantic involvement until I get custody, but even if that happens in the next few minutes, we’ll hold out a little longer. No courtroom PDAs.
I wish I could be sitting with them, holding their hands, bracing for the decision. It’s not the same—even the few feet of separation with them in the front row—but I’ll be away from them briefly to secure a future with my whole family.
My son’s mom isn’t a bad person, she’s just not convinced I’m ready for the role. I’m determined to make it as seamless as possible because my son deserves nothing but the best. Thankfully his mom did a damn good job of raising him when I wasn’t able to get my shit together and step up to be a dad.