Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
“Do whatever you think is best, Axel. Just know that Meghan and I are here for you during this shit every step of the way.”
He smiled. “My heart can’t handle all of the love and support, Julian,” he teased.
I shoved his chair, sending him toppling loudly to the porch. He laid on the wood as he laughed, staring up at the sky. “Don’t be a dick in the face of my support,” I retorted in a teasing tone.
“Oh, God, Julian, thank you so much!” he exclaimed. I barked out a laugh. “How could I ever survive without you?!”
Meghan rushed outside, her hand settled over her belly as she looked between us. “I heard something fall,” she explained.
I grinned up at her and tugged her down into my lap. “Just your other man,” I told her. My grin widened. “He can’t sit properly in a chair.”
“Asshole,” Axel muttered. He turned Meghan on my lap so she faced him. Then, he spread her legs, hooking them around his torso, pressing his hand to her lower back. “That’s alright. Put me in the perfect position for this,” he rumbled.
“Good idea,” I agreed. I slid my hands under Meghan’s shirt. “Let’s see how well our woman fares when the cold air touches her skin,” I teased.
She released a low moan when Axel began kissing her neck. She whined my name when I palmed her breasts, loving how heavy they were beginning to feel. “We’ll keep her warm.”
He moved back, allowing me to pull her shirt over her head. Her nipples instantly pebbled, her breath fanning out in front of her in a cloud of white mist. I slid my hands over her as Axel worked her leggings off, leaving her bare before us.
He shot her a wicked smirk before he hooked her thighs over his shoulders and buried his face between her legs.
If my goddess truly had wings, they would have spread at that moment as she fell back against me, her chest rapidly rising and falling as she ground against his face all while she managed to grind back against my dick.
I cradled her belly as I pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to her neck and shoulders.
Then, I joined Axel in on the fun of getting her off. I slid my hands over her breasts and down her belly until I reached her clit. She cried out my name as I yanked her leg further back, letting the cool air meet the warmth of my fingers and Axel’s mouth. I rubbed her clit, leaving her completely at our mercy.
And she was fucking beautiful as she came apart for us—just like I knew my goddess was always meant to.
45
Meghan
* * *
“Nothing fits anymore!” I complained as I stepped out of the bedroom wearing only one of Axel’s t-shirts and a pair of panties. Both men turned to face me. Tears trickled down my cheeks. “I’m fat.”
“No, sweet girl,” Axel soothed as he and Julian walked over to me. “You’re pregnant. There is a very huge difference.”
“My leggings don’t even fit anymore, and they’re stretchy,” I whimpered, smacking my hands against my bare thighs.
For the past month, I had basically been wearing dresses around the house since they fit more comfortably, but I had a check-up with my OB today, and I wanted to wear warm clothes since it was snowing outside.
But nothing fucking fit anymore. I couldn’t even get my bras to snap closed.
Julian wrapped me up in his arms, but he couldn’t hold me as close as he used to anymore since my belly got in the way. At nineteen weeks pregnant, I was beginning to get bigger each day that passed.
And our little one? He was active as hell, and he was particularly active at night when all I wanted to do was sleep. He’d even managed to wake Axel up last night when Axel had been holding me and he began to move. He had felt the movements against his abs.
“You’re beautiful,” Julian gently assured me. “Calm down, baby. We’ll just let you wear a pair of one of our sweats.”
“And my bra?” I complained. “They don’t fit, Julian!”
Julian cupped my face in his hands and soothed his lips over mine. I moaned, my dilemma momentarily forgotten as I ran my hands under his shirt, feeling his abs ripple under my touch. He released a low rumble as he gripped my ass in his hands.
“Axel, go out and get her some clothes,” Julian told my other man.
“No,” I protested as I looked over my shoulder at the man who was watching me with heated eyes. “Join?” I asked him. “We’ll figure this out later.” I closed my eyes and released a soft moan when Julian flicked his thumb over my nipple.
“Fuck it,” Julian muttered. “What she wants, she gets.”
He swept me up into his arms and laid me out over the bed. I sat up and pulled my shirt over my head, desperate for them. My hormones had me craving them at all hours and times of the damn day.