Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Forest
I did it. I almost can’t believe it, but I did it. I won Autumn back, for good this time, and I’ll never go another day without being awed that she’s given me this opportunity to prove I’m the man for her.
“I love you so much,” I pant against her plush lips as we tear each other’s clothes off.
I’ve been without her for so long that I’m dizzied by the sheer relief to have her in my arms again.
“I’ll love you for the rest of my life, angel.
” I lift her with my hands on her ass, loving how she hooks her lithe legs around my waist—so much so that I can’t wait until we make it back to our bedroom before I thrust my steely hard cock inside her.
“Sorry, sorry!” I say when she tenses and gasps.
“No! I can’t wait!” Autumn locks her ankles behind me and forcefully yanks me forward so that I’m buried fully within her.
I lose my balance, and I’m just in time to throw my hand out against the dresser before we crash into it. I sit Autumn on the edge, and she once again yanks me closer, her hands all over my face as she slides her tongue in my mouth.
I grunt and hike one of her knees over my elbow, then roll my hips, thrusting harder inside her, making the dresser bang against the wall. “Fuck, angel. I meant to take my time and get my mouth on you before we got here.”
“Later,” she says, throwing her head back, turning it when I kiss my way to the corner of her jaw. “After we cum.”
I shiver and flex my thighs, so I don’t immediately fire off inside her. I whisper in her ear, “You want another creampie?”
She hums a yes. “Don’t you?”
“Fuck, yes, I do. I’m starving.”
“Forest! Hurry!” Autumn claws at my back as she squeezes her pussy around me, rocking her hips to meet mine, thrust for thrust, as much as she’s able to. “Give it to me, baby.”
I’m almost sobbing with pleasure as she works my cock.
Beads of sweat roll down my spine with the exertion of making love to my pregnant fiancée at such a feral pace.
I want her to cum before I do, but the simple erotic thought of eating her out after I cum inside her has me snapping my hips faster and flooding her pussy without warning.
I yank myself out of her with a deep groan of satisfaction and drop to my knees, my wet cock swinging and slapping the middle of my thigh.
Grabbing her ankles, I place her bare feet on my shoulders, then flip my wrist up to shove two fingers inside her leaking pussy.
I bury my face between her thighs and eat her like she’s my last meal.
Her stomach caves as she gasps and moans wildly while I suck on her clit, and her toes curl on my shoulders as I drive her closer to orgasm, fucking my cum deeper with my fingers.
“Yes, yes—oh, baby, yes!” Autumn takes one last gasping breath before she gushes her release all over my face.
I don’t stop eating her and cleaning up our mess until her feet slip off my shoulders.
“Forest, my god,” she says, her breasts heaving with each hard breath she takes. “That was insane.”
“I’m not through with you yet.” I surge up and pull her off the dresser, then take her down to the floor to lay her on the ivory faux-fur area rug.
Getting snug between her reddened thighs, I tell her, “I’m going to have you every which way you allow me to.
We have all night.” There’s a pinch to her brows, though, that has me bracing my elbows on the carpet to lift myself a few inches.
“What’s wrong? Did I put too much weight on your stomach? ”
“No.” She reaches for me, sliding her hands up and down my back as she presses her raised knees against my ribs. “It’s just… I want to see the kids.”
I check the tortoise-shaped clock sitting on the bookshelf. “Give me one more hour, then we can go.”
“They might already be asleep by then,” Autumn says, narrowing her eyes, daring me to object.
I smile and lightly push the hair back from her forehead and beautiful, rosy cheeks. “My, my, look who’s turned into quite the Mama Bear.”
She groans and tugs on my ass with her heels. “You just had to go and say that.”
Fisting my renewed erection, I line my swollen tip up with her slick entrance. “Mama Bear?”
Autumn bites her bottom lip and wiggles her hips when she says, “Mama.”
“You like that, huh?” I brush the shell of her ear when I drop my voice and say, “It’s sexy, isn’t it? How risky we were, letting me cum inside you over and over again until you ‘accidentally’ got pregnant with my child?”
“Yes.” Autumn squeezes her eyes shut. “You’ve turned me into a freak.”
“You were already like that before we met. You just didn’t know it.” I lick the seam of her lips, testing how willing she is to kiss me after I’ve licked her pussy clean. “And now you’re going to be a mom of four.”
Autumn grabs my face, squeezing her pussy so tight around my shaft that my vision turns to static. She snaps against my lips, “Shut up and fuck me already.”
I laugh, which immediately breaks off into a guttural moan as soon as I pull back and thrust inside her. Autumn licks my lips before she shoves her tongue in my mouth as she takes me to the hilt with her own moans of pleasure. My freaky little angel.
“Geez, what happened to you?” Bailey asks Autumn when she opens her front door, letting out the blast of noise the kids are making. “Did you get hit by a car or something on the way here?”
“Certainly feels like it,” Autumn says with a blush staining her cheeks, dressed in one of my T-shirts that hangs close to her knees, a pair of my athletic shorts, and one of her newly reclaimed pairs of slippers.
We had a lengthy discussion regarding her hidden slippers while we showered…
wherein Autumn ended up on her knees, sucking my cock clean before I returned the favor with her pussy a second time.
We’ve finally reached a compromise—I’ll return one pair per week after she lets me massage her feet for as long as I’d like.
She thinks she’s getting the better end of the deal, but it couldn’t be further from the truth.
“I take it the plan was a success?” Bailey asks, bending sideways to stretch one way, then the other as she rubs her back, her neon orange pajama shirt too short to cover her baby bump.
I can’t imagine how much she must ache, carrying triplets, especially with Isaiah’s children likely to be much larger than average.
I smirk as I step into the house behind Autumn upon Bailey’s invitation to come inside. “My greatest accomplishment yet,” I say, hooking an arm around Autumn’s waist, her hair hanging damp and loose down her back.
The only reason I resist resting my hand on her stomach is that we’ve decided to wait until Christmas to announce the pregnancy to everyone at once—finally, our first holiday together as a bona fide family of five and a half.
It’s sure to be even better than Thanksgiving, now that I can touch Autumn as much as I like.
I might even get away with sneaking her off into a vacant bedroom for a quickie or two.
I’m looking forward to it.
I push my hands into the pockets of the sweatpants I had to change into since my cock is too raw to bear the material of my boxer briefs and jeans.
“Thanks for all your help,” I tell Bailey, since she’s the one who agreed to watch everyone’s kids so the other adults could get a night alone together.
It was the perfect excuse to keep Autumn from staying the night with one of them.
A win-win for everyone except Bailey, who won’t be getting much sleep.
Autumn jogs down the entryway and shouts, “Auntie A is here, and I’m getting married! Now, where are my munchkins?”
The living room explodes with noise, with Josephine being the loudest when she screams from around the corner, “He did it! Daddy did it!”
When Bailey and I make it into the living room, we’re just in time to see Josephine nearly bowl Autumn over. My little girl sobs into Autumn’s neck when my beautiful fiancée bends at the knee, squeezing Josephine so tight, I don’t know how either of them is able to breathe.
Sebastian pushes himself off the floor and throws himself at Autumn next. “Tum Tum, here, Tum Tum, here!”
A few things Autumn and I easily agree on are that we want the boys to know who their biological parents are, and that their parents loved them so incredibly much, just as we do.
Each child, no matter their blood, will be treated and loved the same.
How the boys address us will be their choice as they grow older.
As for Josephine, it appears she’s already decided what she wants to call Autumn when she yells to her friends, “Lainey! Ivy! I have a mom! A real mom!”
Autumn collapses on her butt, squeezing the life out of Josephine and Sebastian as she sobs just as hard. “My babies. Oh, I love you so much!”
I snap enough photos that my phone warns me I’m running low on storage. I never want to forget this moment.
Benjamin, who must have already been asleep in the nursery, pipes up from down the hall.
I lift him from the crib, bouncing him in my arms to earn me one of those charming, gummy smiles of his.
Clara stirs in one of the other cribs, but she falls back to sleep quickly, most likely used to all the noise.
My cheeks ache with my smile when Benjamin and I join our family in the living room.
We’re five puzzle pieces that were never meant to fit together but somehow do.
When I notice all the other kids watching us, it strikes me—every single person in this room is now my family, the puzzle expanding exponentially.
I can’t imagine anything better in all the world.
Once we can finally pull apart, depleted of tears and energy, I help Autumn arrange herself on the couch, lying back with Sebastian tucked into her side and Benjamin sprawled on her chest. She’s exactly where she wants to be after fighting her feelings for us too long.
She’ll never have to fight them again, and neither will I.