7. Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
Mac
“Good morning,” Bash’s sleepy blue eyes crinkled at the corners when he saw I was awake.
“Morning.” I moaned, working out the kinks from sleep and from not stretching enough after the game last night. “I’m regretting that nap in the car.”
I stretched across Em’s slumbering form and pressed my lips to Bash’s rough cheek.
“I promised our girl we’d wake her up with—”
Em sat up, startling me. “I’m awake and there’s no dick inside me.”
I choked on air, and she smacked my back.
“What?” she asked, considerably more innocent.
“I didn’t know that was the agenda for the morning.” My cock twitched at the sight of her messy curls, battling with my stomach for whose needs were more of a priority. My stomach grumbled, winning the argument. “I’m famished. Can you hold out fifteen minutes for me to scarf down some of that breakfast I can smell downstairs?”
“Fine.” She folded her arms across her chest, but she couldn’t fool me. She liked being teased. A little anyway. If I went a second over fifteen minutes, all bets were off.
We threw on our clothes from last night and jogged down to the continental breakfast.
Back in our room, Bash nudged Em. “Get that belly full. You’ll need all the sustenance you can get for what we’re about to do.”
We ate in silence, each of us focused on a common goal.
My mind kept drifting to Bash’s choice of words. Get that belly full.
There had been something weighing heavily on my mind. A subject we had been dancing around for weeks.
No time like the present.
I cleared my throat and set my fork down. “Is this a good time to have the baby discussion?”
Bash froze, an apple halfway to his mouth, his eyes flicking to Em’s.
“The baby discussion?” she asked.
Em and Bash were the loves of my life, and lately it seemed like that love needed to expand into something bigger than the three of us. At first, this desire to have a baby with them was a small thought in the back of my mind. The closer we got to our wedding and our forever, this urge to have kids with the two of them had only grown.
I hopped to my feet, pacing the thin strip of rough carpet next to the bed.
“I want to have a baby with you guys. I know I can’t get you pregnant—” I smirked at Bash. “But I’m sure as hell going to keep putting in my best effort.”
He smacked my ass and pulled me closer to him. “Try all you want. I’ll try even harder.”
“Good,” I murmured. I turned to Em and cradled her chin in my hand. “If you’re ready to stop taking the pill, we could impregnate you.”
Her eyes flared, and my cock twitched.
“We would have to discuss how many kids we want. And if we want to leave it up to chance every time or do it methodical. Like the first baby could be Bardot’s because he’s so old—”
Sebastian chucked a pillow at me, and I caught it, grinning so widely it felt like my cheeks would split.
“Also because he’ll have more one-on-one time with the first baby. And then you and I could make a baby when I’m close to retiring—which really isn’t that far away in the grand scheme of things.” I sucked in a breath, overwhelmed at the thought of a career ending that I knew would be finite, but had never had any reason to really reflect on before now. “Or we could leave it all up to chance.”
“You’ve really put some thought into this,” Em mused, her eyes soft and a little misty.
“It’s not something we have to decide right now. Let’s get the last game and the wedding behind us first. But I wanted to get it out there.”
“Thanks for trusting us with that,” Em said, pulling me closer to her.
Bash nodded, his expression so damn stoic for a moment that I wasn’t sure if I should apologize.
“What’s going through your mind?”
He blinked, and his expression softened. “I’m imagining the two of you holding a baby and I just—” His voice broke, and I kissed his shoulder.
“I know,” I murmured. “It overwhelms me, too.”
Em cleared her throat. “I can’t wait for that future either, but all this talk of impregnating me has me ready to climb you two.” She waved toward our empty plates, her cheeks reddening. “We finished eating breakfast. I can’t wait anymore.”
“Noted,” I murmured, sinking onto the bed and wrapping my arms around her.
Bash stacked the plates on the nightstand and tugged off his pants. Em and I openly stared as he slipped his boxers off, freeing his cock. We clung to each other and gasped.
“Have you ever seen anything so big, Emily?”
She shook her head and stuck her hand out before theatrically pulling it back to her side. “Does it bite?”
Laughter rumbled from Bash and he crawled up the bed, settling on his knees in front of us. “It won’t bite. But if you ask nicely, I will.”
“What if I’m not nice about it?” Em folded her arms across her chest.
“You know what happens to bad girls.” Bash unfolded her arms and lifted her shirt over her head.
Now it was mine and Bash’s turn to gawk over her. “Good God, Bardot. Have you ever seen such perfect breasts?” I stroked my thumb across her pebbled peak and she moaned.
Bash pulled her pajama pants off and wrapped his arm around her, sinking his fingers into the soft places of her waist. “No panties?”
“They were soaked when we got to the hotel,” she admitted, her cheeks flushed.
Hazy memories of her giving me a blow job in the backseat flashed through my mind and I kissed Em’s sexy, filthy mouth, my hand searching until I found Bash’s strong fingers to lace with mine.
With his other hand, Bash cupped her breast. “Immaculate,” he murmured, dropping his head to suck her nipple into his mouth.
“Yes—” It was all Em could say as we kneaded and teased her flesh.
I nipped the skin at her collarbone, and she clawed my back.
“Mac,” she breathed. “More.”
“I aim to please,” I murmured, dropping my hand between her legs. We groaned in unison the second my finger stroked her clit. I slipped my finger inside her slowly. She rocked forward, pulling me in faster as her eyes fluttered shut.
I thought she would come from my finger alone, but her eyes snapped open and the fire behind them took my breath away.
“I said more .” She moaned and ground herself against my palm.
“My finger’s not enough for you?” I teased.
She wasn’t laughing, though. Her eyes were wild as she scooted back, drawing my finger out of her.
“It’s been too long.” The corners of her mouth dropped, and Bash pulled her against his chest.
I circled both of them, dizzy with the relief of us being skin to skin without having to rush to the next thing.
“I think we messed up.”
Their eyes snapped to mine, and my heart leaped to my throat. I spent a lot of my life feeling like I didn’t belong or that I had messed up, but not with these two. I had somehow managed to do something right and would get to spend forever with my soulmates.
Two sets of blue eyes, vastly different in shades, stared at me. Waiting.
It was a tough conversation, but one that was needed, or we’d never get out of this exhausting loop.
“We slipped into this unspoken agreement where we stopped doing things individually. Like once we got engaged, it became us as in all three of us. But we’re all individuals and we’re also three separate couples—” I grabbed their hands and joined them. “There’s the two of you. Then there’s you and me.” I put my hand on Em’s leg. “And you and me.” I put my hand on Bash’s knee. “Somewhere along the line, we forgot that we have all these relationships we have to nurture.”
Em kissed my shoulder and leaned hard against me. “You’re so right. I kept waiting for the perfect moment we could all be together, but that moment didn’t come.”
“It’s here today, though,” Bash said, his voice firm. “Let’s not waste it. But—” He cleared his throat. “I fell into the same trap. Waiting until we could all be there before going past first base.”
“Did Sebastian Bardot just say first base ?” Em laughed and reached for him. “God, if I only knew ten years ago that Sebastian Bardot—and some hockey player named Mac Savage—went way farther than first base with me…” she trailed off, fanning herself.
He curled up against both of us, kissing her first before brushing his lips against mine. “Our girl needs some relief and after selflessly taking care of us in the car, I think it’s our turn to selflessly show her how much we appreciate—”
“Selflessly? I want you inside me,” she cried, grabbing my hand. “You’ll give me what I want, right?”
I shared a look with Bash, and we laughed. “Don’t worry, Pink. You’re going to get both of us.” I rolled her nipple between my finger and she moaned. “You had fun with Bardot in the car, too?”
Her cheeks flushed, and she glanced at him. “You fell asleep so fast and—”
I kissed her softly, brushing her curls back. “No need to explain. I want both of you taken care of every chance you get. And I—”
“We’ll take care of you every chance we have, too.” Bash smirked and grabbed my length.
I cursed under my breath and fought the urge to whimper. His grip was firm and rough in all the best ways. “If you want our girl satisfied, I would get your hand off my cock.”
“Noted.” Bash stroked me twice as I clutched the blanket and shot him a dirty look.
“Enough teasing,” Em ground out.
I grabbed her waist and lifted her onto me, lowering her to my stomach before she could say anything else. She gasped and rocked back, grinning as she lined herself up.
Bash scooted next to her and teased her mouth open with his tongue. She kissed him deeply and cried out as she drew me inside with one smooth motion that took my breath away. I cupped both of her breasts, running my thumb across her nipples, and thrusted upward, driving as deep into her as she could take me.
I rolled my hips, grinding against her clit until her breathing became ragged.
“Mac—I’m so close.” Her words were punctuated with each of my thrusts and I was so damn glad she was close because I was crawling out of my skin, trying to keep myself from coming too fast.
She was chasing her climax, bouncing on top of me so hard I couldn’t see straight, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back even if I had wanted to.
She moaned my name in one long syllable and slumped forward, pulsating around me with a hard, persistent throb, and I came undone. Sinking my fingers into her hips, I stretched up, meeting her halfway. Our lips crashed as pleasure tore through me. I erupted into her, crying out her name as my hand tangled with her hair.
Em kissed my chest and slid off me, curling up to my side. I sat up, more satisfied than I’d felt in so long. Bash stared at us, shamelessly gawking, as he stroked his cock.
“Hey, Pink.” I nudged her, and she gave me a slow, wide smile. “Ready for round two?”
She propped herself up on her elbows and hungrily watched Bash touch himself. She bit her lower lip and reached for him.
Bash liked to tease her a little, but judging by the glistening bead on his tip, he wouldn’t have the control needed to prolong this moment.
He grasped Em’s wrist and pinned it to the bed. Drawing her second hand to his mouth, he kissed her palm, before pinning that wrist above her head, too.
“You took Michael like such a good girl, Emily.”
She moaned and stared up at him as he notched himself at her entrance. The look of pure love on her face took my breath away. She was beautiful while bouncing on top of me and she was just as exquisite beneath Bash, inhaling sharply as he sunk into her.