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“That huge needle they stick in your back—how soon can I get one?” Blayne asks. “I don’t want to feel shit.”

“When you’re around four centimetres dilated.”

“Well, that fucking sucks. This boy better just fall out,” she snaps.

“I’ll help you stretch it out,” Colt replies.

The midwife stops the ridiculous questions and hands out a small booklet as homework. Homework from a damn birthing class.

“I want you all to read over it. You can fill it out if you like, or if you’re undecided on what you want, you can wait until we cover all topics,” the midwife finishes, then excuses us from her class.

“I thought the classes would be longer,” I whisper to Brennan, walking hand in hand with him towards the car.

“Colt and a few others have the attention span of a goldfish. Towards the end, the classes will get longer.”

I really need to do something to get them all to pay attention better while we are taking these classes. Granted, I don’t particularly want to be at them myself, but I can’t deny that it’s useful information. I wonder if the midwife will look down on me if I duct tape them all to their chairs and put a piece over their mouths, so we don’t have to hear any more ridiculous questions.

Chapter Twenty

Jolie

I wake up to Boston’s head between my legs, and oh my, I am so here for this. He inhales sharply over my thin G-string, his fingers lightly digging into my thighs, holding them apart. I can only wear them to bed now. My ass feels like it swallows them whole, and I need full coverage during the day.

“I fucking love smelling myself on you.”

I stretch and buck my hips in his direction, giving him a hint at what I want. He nips at my clit through the thin material, eliciting a gasp from me.

The babies must just be waking up, as they start doing somersaults in my stomach. It can be quite painful at times. Boston notices my discomfort and helps me roll to my side, scooting up behind me. My bed in the bunker is now only just big enough for the two of us, and it reminds me every day that I can’t wait until the house is done. I have been internally counting down the days.

Boston’s slides his hand down my hip to hook his finger around the thin elastic and slip my underwear down my legs. His erection presses against my ass, already slick with precum. He adjusts so his tip touches my entrance, and my pussy throbs, wanting to suck him inside. I know I was made for this life because I can’t get enough of them. Every chance I get, I’m ready to jump their bones. I know everyone is thinking: how could she possibly keep up with that many guys? I often wonder myself how it will work once the babies are taking up so much of our time.

His hand wraps around my hair, pulling my head back, and he leans in, inhaling.

“Fuck, you smell good,” he whispers against my neck, thrusting into me. I fist the bed sheet in front of me, pushing back into him.

“Agh. Fuck, Boston, right there... faster,” I cry.

Boston fucks me hard and fast; he doesn’t treat me like porcelain. His hand slips around my waist, sliding down my skin until he finds my clit, rubbing torturous circles.

An orgasm quickly shudders through my body and Boston follows behind, groaning out his release in my neck. There is nothing better than a quickie in the morning before anyone else comes looking for me.

“Fuck, your cunt squeezing my cock sends me over the edge every time,” he pants, dropping a kiss on my shoulder.

I roll onto my back, and Boston places his hand on my stomach as Zadom kicks away. I catch a glimpse of a smile on his face before he looks up at me, the smile still firmly in place. It’s taken a while for him to come around, and I’m not sure he is fully there yet. Boston is one of my more selfish guys, and that’s okay—he is barely an adult and didn’t ask for this. But I know he will adjust once they are born. He just needs time to process and figure out what this means for him, and I can respect that.

“How do you sleep through that?” he asks as I roll towards him.

“I’m usually awake when he kicks away. But in the last week or two, every time one of you talks to them, they go crazy.”

“That’s because they know Daddy is waiting for them to come out and meet us all.”

“Well, Daddy is going to have to wait because Mummy has to pee.” It’s still surreal calling myself Mummy.

Boston rolls out of bed and helps me up just as Creed walks into the room in his boxer briefs. I lick my lips at the sight, and he smirks at me. “Later,” he says with a wink.

“Nope, not later,” Boston retorts. “I switched my night last time, and so now I get two nights in a row.”

“I hate to burst your bubble, but the house is ready, and that bed is big enough for most of us.”

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