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I do as I’m told, and Creed steps up behind me, rubbing his cock along my crack. Finding my entrance, he teases me, circling and making me push back, giving me the stretch I need as he enters me.

“All in good time, Tenshi. One day, when these babies are out, Chester and I are going to fill your holes. You won’t know where one of us starts and the other one ends.”

I have never been into anal, and they haven’t really pushed the issue; a slip of a thumb is as far as we have gone. Chester told me we need to work up to it, to stretch me out good so it doesn’t hurt. I’m thankful for their patience because having a massive cock in my ass is something I need to be ready for mentally.

Creed thrusts deep, and his name falls from my lips when his hand cracks down on my ass. I push back, needing him deeper, and he doesn’t disappoint. He rotates his hips, his cock sliding against my walls, rubbing and stroking along my G-spot. A silky, deep chuckle slips out when his hands tangle in my hair, and he pulls my head back. Maybe I was wrong to want this position—I would die to see the way his abs move every time he thrusts into me.

Creed takes his time. Every stroke and thrust has me panting with the need to touch him.

“Fuck,” I scream when he reaches down and pinches my now swollen clit, another orgasm coming out of nowhere. My entire body trembles as he stills behind me, his cock pulsating as he comes along with me. When he pulls out, my arms give way, and I fall to my side. Creed lays down beside me to catch his breath, a wicked glint in his eye the only sign he will be ready for round three very soon.

“Anata wa watashi no subete desu,” he whispers.

“You’re my everything too,” I whisper back.

Chapter Fourteen

Jolie

“Why do we need to go shopping?” Blayne complains for the tenth time since we climbed in the car. Sinclair managed to convince the guys I needed new bras and so a shopping trip was in order. Blayne, Sinclair, and I are riding together with Trace and Colt in the front seat. Summer is meeting us there with Leland this time, as Khale is still pissed at me over Creed.

I even extended an invitation to Jimmie and Betty. The girls are not happy about it, but since our children will grow up together, we need to get used to it. The only way we can figure out if she can be trusted is by spending time with her. Davis watched the tapes of our conversation, and he couldn’t see anything to indicate that she was lying.

“Because we need the proper support, and squishing your breasts into those tiny sports bras every day isn’t wise for milk production.”

Blayne’s eyes bug out of her head, and Sinclair laughs. “I’m not feeding this thing on my breast. You can do it.”

“Me? I will have my own baby to feed.”

“People breastfeed twins all the time—Jolie will have to do it.”

They both turn to look at me. My eyes widen and I open my mouth to say something and then close it again. “I mean... I guess. To be honest, I hadn’t thought much beyond Trace sucking on my nipples last night.”

Trace coughs from the front seat, and Colt hyena laughs at him. “How big are her nipples now, man? Sinclair’s are massive.”

Trace reaches out and whacks Colt. “We arenottalking about their nipples,” he retorts.

Thankfully, Sinclair changes the subject and asks if we have started to buy baby things yet. I tell her I haven’t, but that we are planning a trip with Annabella and Grandma Betty very soon.

We pull into the shopping centre car park. I’m surprised we could even come here since the guys usually insist on high-end stores, ones with appointments and good security, but Sinclair insisted since her cousin works in a bra store, she wants to go there. Honestly, I don’t care either way. I wouldn’t even be here today if it wasn’t for her pushing the matter.

We find a parking space next to Summer, and my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out, hoping Jimmie somehow convinced Betty to come along.

Jimmie

We just pulled in.

Me

Same, we are on the second level.

Jimmie

Meet you on the first floor.

“Jimmie is here with Betty, so everybody better be on their best behaviour.”

“I’m always on my best behaviour,” Colt says, saluting me. I roll my eyes at him—It looks like he has had at least one cup of sugar already this morning.

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