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  He stood and set her on the bed. “Looks like I better put my paddle away and get out my notebook. Time to start keeping a tab.”

  She groaned. “Are you sure you can’t spank me while I’m pregnant?”

  “My job is to keep you safe. I don’t put you at risk. Although I do have something else I can do. Something that will make you think without causing undue distress.”

  Uh-oh.

  He went back into the chest and pulled out a cardboard box. He opened the box and drew something out.

  “What is that?” she asked.

  “It’s a glass dildo.”

  Oh shit. Her ass clenched as she stared at the object in his hand. It was made up of a series of bumps with a larger knob at the end.

  “I’m going to go prepare it. I want you to kneel at the end of the bed again, chest down butt in the air with the weight off your stomach.”

  Why hadn’t she just kept her mouth shut?

  She moved into position as she heard him run the water. It seemed to take forever for him to return, although in reality it was probably just a few minutes.

  “Just let me grab some lube and I’ll get you all ready.”

  Oh yay.

  There was a squirting noise then he ran his finger down between her ass cheeks, pressing ever so slightly into her asshole. He kept doing that, pushing the finger in deeper and deeper each time. Her breath started coming in fast pants, her body trembling.

  “Are you getting all hot and bothered, Anna?” he asked.

  She blushed as she realized she was. Her clit was throbbing, her folds growing wet.

  “That’s too bad since I don’t intend to reward your naughty behavior by letting you come. You were given an order to stay in bed, weren’t you?”

  By now he was driving his finger in and out of her ass. He added a second finger to the first. Now he was stretching her. It burned. It stung. And oh God, it was turning her insides to fire.

  “Yes.”

  “You were told not to come downstairs until after nine. Did you disobey me, Anna?”

  She groaned. “Yes, I did.”

  “That was naughty, wasn’t it? And naughty girls get punished in this house, don’t they?”

  “Yes,” she sobbed out. Damn him. She was so turned on it hurt.

  “Stay right there. I’m going to get the plug.”

  He returned quickly.

  “Right, I’ve chilled this in some cold water, but I want you to tell me when it starts to get warm.”

  The cold dildo pressed against her asshole. She’d worn a plug before and she knew the drill. She let her breath out as he pushed it inside her. He moved slowly, pressing each bump carefully through the tight ring of muscle of her asshole. By the time it was seated in her ass, a cold, hard, foreign invader, she was breathing heavily, her body shaking.

  “Now you’re just going to rest there and think about all the places where we can make changes in order to make things easier on you. Because you are going to accept help, aren’t you, my love?”

  “Yes, Heath.”

  She didn’t know how long she lay there, the plug in her ass, embarrassment burning her cheeks, before she realized the plug was no longer cold.

  “Heath? It’s gotten warm.”

  “Good.” He grabbed hold of the knob at the end and turned it. She groaned. She was so turned on.

  Very slowly, he withdrew the plug from her asshole. When it finally slipped free, she collapsed forward. She felt exhausted, aroused, embarrassed.

  Heath rolled her over onto her side then lay down beside her. He tucked some hair behind her ear. “How are you doing, darlin’?”

  “I’m good.”

  “Good, huh?” He reached down and lightly pinched her nipple. She bit her lip, groaning. He kissed her. “You took that well and I’m proud of you.”

  She was so turned on. “I’m not sure that I wouldn’t rather have a spanking.”

  He laughed. “I bet. Come on, it’s time for sleep.”

  She didn’t even protest as he picked her up and put her under the covers, even though it was barely nine.

  She yawned as he sat beside her. Heath rubbed her back lightly through the covers.

  “I love you so much, baby. And even though we weren’t planning on having more children, I’m very happy, understand?”

  She smiled up at him. “I was a bit in shock for a start. Still am.”

  “Me too. But I’m going to be here for you. Every step of the way.”

  “You always are.”

  He kissed her gently. “Get some sleep. It’s Christmas Eve tomorrow and we’ve got plenty to do. Not that you’ll be doing much more than directing.”

  She groaned. She sensed that notebook of his was going to be mostly full by the end of this pregnancy.

  13

  Kent, Bryony and Cam

  Bryony paced up and down the bedroom.

  She stared down at the pregnancy test in her hand. It was the fourth one she’d taken. And they were all the same.

  Positive.

  She’d thought the first was a fluke. She’d thrown it out in a panic, certain it couldn’t be right. She’d obviously done something wrong and the results had been warped. Or so she’d thought.

  She’d meant to take the damn test at home, but she’d kept getting called away by other things and before she knew it she was sneaking it into her toilet bag to bring with her.

  She should have just waited until she got home. But she’d been unable to last another week. She’d had to know. And now she did. She’d bought another three tests today while she was in town with the girls. And they were all the same. Two lines.

  How was this even possible? Well, she knew how it happened. But she was still breast-feeding. She knew it wasn’t foolproof. But damn it, Mac was only three months old, she hadn’t expected to get pregnant again so soon.

  Feeling chilled, she sat on the edge of the bed. She couldn’t have another child. How could she be pregnant and take care of Mac? Her stomach tightened into a knot.

  And what was she going to tell Cam and Kent? How would they react? Oh, that wasn’t really what had her concerned. She knew they’d be thrilled. She was the one with the problem.

  Shit. Shit. Shit.

  How would this work? How would she cope? Kent and Cam worked all day. It was hard enough being at home alone with Josh and Mac but add her being pregnant into the mix and how would she manage? Panic filled her. She couldn’t do this. It was too much.

  Her breath came in sharp pants. The room started to spin around her. Not enough air. She didn’t have enough air. She couldn’t breathe.

  “Fuck! Kent, she’s panicking! I don’t think she can breathe.”

  “Shit! Baby, it’s me. Bryony, listen to me you’re having a panic attack.”

  She saw Kent crouch in front of her, but her vision was blurry and his voice was coming from a long way away. She was still struggling to breathe as her airways tightened. Black dots swam in front of her vision.

  “Bryony, stop it! You’re scaring us. Start breathing,” Kent commanded.

  Typical Kent. So bossy.

  “Bryony, listen to me,” Cam said in a cajoling voice. “All you have to do is listen to my voice. Just take a calming breath. Come on, honey. You can do it. I’ll go get Tom.”

  No. No Tom. She shook her head.

  “What? You don’t want Tom?”

  She shook her head again.

  “Then you have to take a breath,” Kent told her sternly. He grabbed her hand, putting it to his chest. “Follow my breaths.”

  “She has twenty seconds then I’m getting him,” Cam said harshly.

  She gasped in a breath.

  “That’s it, darlin’,” Cam said. “We’re here. You’re safe. Come on, you’re scaring us half to death. Another breath.”

  She took a few deep breaths and the room stopped spinning. The nausea still bubbled in her stomach and her skin was drenched with sweat. She shook, her teeth rattling.

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nbsp; “Get a blanket, Cam. She’s freezing.”

  She was lifted in the air and wrapped in a blanket then Cam sat on the bed with his back against the headboard, with her held tight in his arms. Kent paced back and forth in front of them.

  “Keep breathing. Good girl. No, don’t talk. Just concentrate on breathing. That’s it.” Cam laid his cheek against the top of her head. “Bryony, you scared us.”

  “S-sorry,” she said.

  “The man said don’t talk,” Kent snapped.

  “Kent,” Cam cautioned.

  Kent stopped pacing and took a deep breath. “Sorry. Sorry, you scared me.”

  She looked up at him then held out her arms. Well, she tried to but she was wrapped up pretty tight in the blanket. He must have sensed her gesture though and came to crouch before her. She leaned into him and drew on his strength and he held her against him. They surrounded her.

  “What’s going on Bryony?” Cam asked.

  “I’m pregnant,” she said simply.

  There was a pause. No one said anything. She grew increasingly tense. Maybe she wasn’t the only one going to have a panic attack over this.

  “Right. Pregnant,” Cam repeated

  She glanced up as Cam stared over at Kent, his eyes wide. Kent stared at her. “You took a test?”

  “Four.”

  “Did one of them end up in the trash downstairs?” Cam asked.

  That was a weird question. “Well, yeah, why? Does that matter?”

  Cam shook his head. “No. Well, only in that you didn’t tell us.”

  “I thought it was wrong.” She shook her head. “I felt for sure I’d take another test and it would come back negative. I’ve only just given birth. I’m breast-feeding. So I bought three more today while I was in town. All the same. I’m pregnant.”

  She felt dazed. Confused.

  “Jesus.” Cam ran his hand over his face, looking tired. “I’m sorry, baby.”

  “So you don’t think this is good news?”

  “What? No, I…ahh…what?”

  Her other husband snorted and shook his head. “Smooth, man.” Kent unwrapped her from the blanket, pulling out her hands and holding them in his. “Bryony, is that why you were having a panic attack? At the thought of being pregnant again?”

  “It’s not that we haven’t talked about having more. But it’s just so soon and I don’t know how I’m going to manage looking after Josh and Mac while I’m pregnant. Mac is so young.” Tears dripped down her face and she wiped at them furiously. “And now I can’t stop crying. Sorry.”

  “Hey. Look at me. Bryony, look at me.” When she met Kent’s gaze, his eyes were warm and understanding. “It’s okay to be upset.”

  “It is? Shouldn’t I be happy? Instead, I just want to cry.”

  “You will be happy. Once we figure this all out. The main thing to remember is that you’re not in this alone, okay? We’re all in this together. The three of us. We will make it work.”

  “Sure we can,” Cam added. “We can take turns staying home to help you out.”

  “But you’re busy on the ranch,” she protested.

  “Hey.” Kent cupped her face between his hands. “Nothing is as important as you and our children, all right? We can do this. Say it after me. We can do this.”

  “We can do this,” she whispered.

  “We can do this,” Cam added.

  They could do this.

  Kent moved back. “Come on, its time you were in bed. Mac will be awake soon, wanting to be fed, and you need to get some sleep.”

  They bundled her into bed, climbing in with her even though it was still early. Cam lay facing her while Kent was curled into her from behind.

  “You’re really okay about this?” she whispered. She was tired but too wired to sleep.

  “I won’t lie, I wasn’t expecting it,” Cam told her. “But it’s great news. We wanted a big family, we’re just getting another baby earlier than expected.”

  Kent ran his hand down her tummy and kissed her shoulder. “Go to sleep, sweetheart.”

  She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She really did.

  She rolled to face Kent, trying to find a comfortable place. It eluded her.

  “Bryony?” Kent questioned. “What’s wrong?”

  “Can’t shut my brain off and go to sleep even though I’m tired.”

  “I have a cure for that,” Cam said from behind her. He reached around and cupped her breast.

  Kent leaned in and kissed her and she murmured happily. Cam plucked at her taut nipple, making her insides stir. She wanted them. Inside her. Driving deep. Making her forget about everything.

  She reached down and slipped her hand around Kent’s cock, squeezing his thick shaft. Her men were just wearing boxers, while she wore a nightgown that buttoned up the front.

  “Bryony, this is just for you,” Kent told her, grasping hold of her wrist.

  “I need you. Both of you. Inside me. Please.”

  An orgasm wasn’t enough, she needed to feel close to them. Needed to feel them taking her.

  His hand dropped away from her wrist and she knew she’d won. She ran her hand up and down his shaft as he made short work of undoing her nightgown. He leaned in and cupped her breast, then lapped at her hard nipple.

  Cam pushed her panties down, drawing them off her feet and chucking them away. He moved in behind her once more then grabbed her leg, pulling it back so it rested over his. He parted her pussy lips, running his finger over her clit. The tongue lapping at her nipples combined with Cam’s finger working her clit was enough to have her writhing between them. She moved her hand faster on Kent’s cock, needing them to feel as wild as she did.

  “Easy, sweetheart,” Kent told her, gently removing her hand. “You’re going to have me coming soon.”

  She whimpered. Cam rolled her over to face him and it was his turn to play with her nipples. He gently suckled on them as Kent slipped his cock between her legs, sliding it along the slick lips of her pussy. “You’re ready for us, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

  “Yes. So ready.”

  “You’re going to suck Cam off while I take this sweet pussy. Cam, sit up.”

  Cam gave her nipple one last lick before sitting up and leaning against the headboard. She settled on her hands and knees between his legs. Then she lowered her mouth to his cock, licking along the thick shaft and taking the head into her mouth.

  Kent knelt behind her, spreading her legs as he slowly pushed his cock inside her. She groaned and pushed back against him. He gave her a sharp smack on her ass. “Easy, sweetheart. We’re going to take our time.”

  She didn’t want to take her time. She wanted to come. Now.

  She circled the base of Cam’s cock with her hand. God, he was gorgeous. All hard muscle, yet here he was silky smooth. She ran her tongue over the head of his cock then took him deep. Up and down. Fast then slow. She licked then sucked.

  “You are too good at that, Bryony,” Cam groaned. “I’m not going to last.”

  Kent was seated deep inside her, his shaft stretching her, nerve endings danced in delight at the feel of him filling her. Her need grew. And grew.

  Finally, he began thrusting. His movements sure and steady. She clenched down around him and he groaned. “You feel so good.”

  “You should feel her mouth,” Cam said. “Like heaven around my cock. Bryony. Do that again.”

  She took him deep then hummed.

  “I’m gonna come.”

  “Wait,” Kent warned. He reached around and found her clit with his finger, tapping it, his movements slow and gentle to begin with. Then faster. Harder.

  “Keep sucking Cam, Bryony. You’re going to swallow everything he gives you. Listen to me, Bryony. Come. Come now.”

  Cam shouted, coming in her mouth in spurts and she swallowed him down obediently. Her own orgasm flooded her and she let out a cry as ecstasy filled her, pulling her under. She floated, only dimly aware of Kent coming inside her.

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nbsp; She was spent. Exhausted. And her mind was thankfully quiet.

  She fell asleep between her men, a smile of satisfaction on her face.

  14

  Frankie and Tom

  Tom pulled off his shoes tiredly. Damn, he didn’t know how Frankie did this every day. Taking care of kids was exhausting. And while there had been five of them to spread the load, it felt like the kids had vastly outnumbered them.

  At least they were all asleep. Exhausted from all the Christmas excitement. He smiled, thinking about their little faces lighting up on Christmas day when they saw all the gifts under the tree.

  “Tom, do I look fat to you?”

  Tom froze and looked up at his wife as she stood in front of the freestanding mirror in the corner of the room. She was holding her sweatshirt up and sucking in her non-existent stomach.

  “Of course I don’t think you look fat. Where is that coming from?”

  “Just trying to work out why the hell you think I’m pregnant.”

  He froze. “What?”

  “That’s what this morning was about, right? I couldn’t work out why you were talking about having another baby when we’d already decided we were done. I was telling the girls today and Holly said it sounded like you thought I was pregnant.” She put her hands on her hips and frowned at him. “So then I wondered why the hell you’d think that and the conclusion I came to is that you think I’m getting fat.”

  “I do not think you are getting fat!” This was getting out of hand. He ran his hand over his face. “Heath found a positive pregnancy test in the trash last night.”

  “Really?” She was still for a moment then smiled. “I’m going to be an aunt again? Wait. Whose test was it?”

  “Well, I thought it might have been your test.”

  She tapped her foot. “Because I’m looking fat?”

  “You are not looking fat,” he thundered. Then he took a deep breath. “One more mention of being fat and you’re going over my knee, young lady.” Then he eyed her. “So you’re not pregnant.”

  “Honey, don’t you think you’d be the first to know? How long have you known me? Have I ever, in all those years, been any good at keeping a secret?”