Epilogue Two
? Isla ?
He does, but Nick grips my arms when I struggle to push to my feet. He eases me up and immediately releases once I’m steady.
I hurry to the sofa and grab the Afghan and toss it around my shoulders. My breathing is labored as I fight the urge to bolt outside. I want to move and pace. I’m so restless. And hungry. And tired. I’m sweaty and my heart is racing.
“Something’s wrong with me,” I blurt.
“There is nothing wrong with you,” Nick says with a gentleness that only makes me want to yell at him.
“What he means,” Dom interjects, possibly seeing the urge on my face, “is it’s nothing that you should be worried about.”
I stare at the two, certain one of us has lost their minds.
“Can you please just tell me?” I beg.
To his credit, Nick hazards a step closer, palms up and open like I’m some wild creature he’s trying to approach.
“When did you last have your period?”
This again, but I take a deep breath and think... and think... and realize.
I stiffen.
My eyes go round as they jump to the two watching me expectantly. With a mixture of excitement and concern.
Dom beams like he’s been given the keys to the city and Nick is watching me, hands still out like he’s prepared to catch me if I faint.
“Am I…?”
It’s a really stupid question to be asking someone else when I should probably know the answer, but I’ve never been in this situation.
“I think you might be.”
Dom is practically bouncing on the spot.
“Are you okay if you are?”
Nick is still. Too still. Too focused.
He thinks I’m going to run.
It’s in the tension around his mouth. The way his eyes are practically begging.
“You still don’t think very much of me, do you?”
The second the words are out, I wish I could swallow them back.
They are unfair and cruel, and wildly untrue.
Nick has been nothing but supportive. He’s held me through every breakdown.
He’s talked me off every ledge. For the first few weeks, he took time off work to go with me to see Dr. Langford so I wouldn’t be alone.
Throwing that into his face is disgusting.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt, rushing to him. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—”
Rather than annoyance or even anger, his palms capture my face and I’m drawn to him.
“I think the world of you, Isla. But I want to make sure you’re okay with this. That you’re mentally prepared. Dom and I will be here every step of the way, right beside you, but ultimately, you always come first.”
My inhale is shaky, but I square my shoulders. “I want our baby.”
His features soften. The corners of his mouth tilt slightly.
“I guess we’re having a baby,” he deduces.
“Maybe,” I stress. “I could also be losing my mind.”
“Oh, you are absolutely having our baby,” Dom assures, slipping up behind me and splaying his big hands across my belly. His palms glide over and along the tiniest bump I’ve been chalking up to bloating. “Should have fucking seen it sooner.”
The blanket is pulled off my shoulders and I’m made to stand naked between them while they take in all the tiny changes. The miniscule bump. The fuller breasts. I don’t see a change in my hips, but Dom swears he does.
“I’ve been feeling so anxious,” I confess. “Everything felt so overwhelming and…”
“You should have come to us,” Nick murmurs, dropping to his knees and nuzzling the place just above my navel. “You promised, Isla.”
I nod. “I know, but it wasn’t the feeling of running away. It was just... everything.”
His pale eyes lift up to my face while his lips skim my skin. “That’s exactly when you should have come to us. You never have to go through anything alone, especially when you’re feeling anxious.”
“I guess I thought I could deal with it. Plus, I was about to call Dr. Langford before you guys got home.”
“That’s good,” Nick praises, drifting downward, trailing kisses along the underside of my belly. “You’re not in trouble this time because of that, but next time, you also come to us. That’s what we’re here for. Now, sit back down. I wasn’t done eating.”
And for the first time in what feels like days, I laugh and it feels so good. So light and pure. I let my boys coddle me and celebrate the tiny life we created.
I fist Nick’s hair and ride his beautiful face while Dom lightly palms my breasts. Over Nick’s head, New York continues on. The sky blooms the purple of a fresh bruise. The world settles in a soft, murky dusk.
But all my focus is on the two I would give my life up for. The men who are far more than I ever deserved.
“Get the lube, Nicky,” I pant, biting back the approaching climax inches away. “I want you to do that thing you did the other night.”
Both men pause.
Glances are exchanged and I get their hesitation.
“I was pregnant then, too,” I remind them. “And I still came hard enough that you made me squirt... twice.”
Dom’s arms tighten as if remembering it all too clearly. Under my ass, his hard bulge twitches in agreement, but it’s Nick I have to convince.
“We can’t just do—”
“Last time,” I semi lie. “Please?”
His expression is unmoving, but he heaves a sigh and pushes to his feet.
“Last time, and we go slow.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes at his concern. Twenty-four hours ago, they had me folded like a lawn chair, ankles at my ears, taking turns using both holes to dump into. This is hardly more strenuous than that.
But I smile sweetly up at him and watch as he ambles into the bedroom.
“Get naked, Daddy,” I tell Dom, planting a kiss to the side of his jaw. “I want you in my pussy.”
I roll off and wait and watch as he chucks his clothes off. His erection extends up from his center. Thick, head glossy with precum. The sight of it has me crawling back and taking him deep down my throat. I clean the head, loving the salty tang across my tongue.
“Slow down, baby,” he warns, voice tight. “If you want this to happen…”
I do want this to happen, so I pull back. I push up onto my knees on the cushion and reach for his mouth. My hands splay across his chest, bracing my weight as I straddle him.
I’m stretched to the hilt when Nick returns, naked and fisting a bottle of lube in one hand and a towel in the other. His expression is all thunderclouds and disgruntled annoyance that makes me laugh.
“I have never seen anyone look so upset about getting their dick in a hole,” I tease.
His scowl only deepens. “I don’t want to hurt you. There’s a tiny person in there now.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Do you think it’s going to get clobbered by two dicks?”
“Yes!” he snaps before I finish.
“You know, it’s barely bigger than a seed,” I guess. “It has no idea what’s happening. Besides, you had me tied ass up to the bed all weekend with two plugs, and you guys, living your best lives dumping in me.”
Heat flares behind his eyes even as he continues to glower.
“We’re going slow,” he repeats. “Tiniest discomfort and we stop.”
I smirk up at him. “Should I call you Daddy now?”
He’s trying to keep his stern disapproval, but he can’t hide the smirk that curls the right corner of his mouth.
But it’s Dom who smacks my ass. “I’m Daddy.”
Unperturbed, I face forward and kiss him deeply. My hips rise and fall along the length of his cock.
I probably should have known something was up when having them inside me had me orgasming from a single penetration alone.
Just the stretch and feel of a cock gliding along my walls has me on the cusp.
I hadn’t thought much about it given I just love having them in me regardless, but it definitely feels different.
Better.
Like every pressure point in my body has collected in my vagina and…
“Dom…” I breathe, head falling back as I ride him and take him deeper. “God, you feel so fucking good…”
“Fuck, baby, slow down,” Dom groans, mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking as I bounce faster.
I don’t want to, but I slow to small, circular grinds that keep me just on edge.
“In, Nick. Hurry. Need you,” I plead, pulling forward and offering him whichever hole he’d like.
I hear the pop of the cap. The frigid squirt of lube hits my back entrance and runs down to where Dom is nestled inside me. There’s more squelching as he rubs a generous amount down his shaft.
“Which hole?” he asks.
“You pick. Just fill me.”
Both men groan, but Dom fists my hair and drags my mouth to his. His tongue locks around mine, swallowing every moan while our boyfriend claims the hole already filled.
We’ve only done this twice before, but the pressure... the initial sting as my channel is stretched to a capacity that has me swallowing down a silent scream.
“Don’t cum!” Nick snarls through gritted teeth.
I’m trying.
I’m dragging bloody ropes down Dom’s chest, thighs shuddering, lungs seizing, but my body is already so hypersensitive, so primed…
“Faster!” I snarl back. “Get in.”
“I’m not ramming in,” he barks. “Control yourself.”
Later, we will laugh about this, but in the moment…
“Get your dick in my pussy, Nick!”
Trying to help him along, I push down, urging him and getting a smack for my efforts.
But somehow, he’s wedged up alongside Dom when I lose my grip.
I fall, fisting them so hard, I see stars.
I see the whole fucking galaxy. There is so much pressure, so much pain intertwined with pleasure that I feel the hot gush of release expel through whatever crevice it can find to soak Dom.
To ruin our sofa. It floods both men and I hear them swear.
It’s the most incredible feeling. The highest a person can fly without jumping out of a plane. They have fucked me in every way possible, but this... having them wedged in the same hole, side by side, thick and pulsing…
“Shit!” Dom groans as I cum again with literally no one moving.
My channel seizes around them and milks... twice more before Nick pulls free.
“No…” I whine.
But he returns, head at my back entrance. More lube. His hands on my hips.
Maybe this is better.