Page 244 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

Jolie

“Oh God, don’t stop,” I moan as Boston’s tongue runs over my clit and his fingers rub against my G-spot. My eyes roll in the back of my head and my legs trap him between them, but he uses his arm to hold them open.

My orgasm slams into me unexpectedly and has my whole body trembling. Boston pops his head up and smiles, wiping his mouth with his hand.

There is a doctor’s appointment booked this morning, as I’ve made it to thirty weeks with no hiccups beyond being massive. I forget what my own vagina looks like, but maybe that’s a good thing because the last time I tried to look, it was a mess. Chester has continued to shave me, which is a plus at times like this when I need a little pick me up before I get out of bed. I now don’t have to worry that they will get lost in the massive bush I had going on.

“Are you two done?” Kai asks, wiping the sleep from his eyes. We all moved back into the main house and are adjusting to the new sleeping situation. The massive bed means that set nights with each guy have gone out the window, and now I always have one on each side of me.

Sex has been super interesting, to say the least. Most of them are not shy and will eagerly put the moves on. Though Trace and Brennan still prefer one on one, which is fine.

“Fuck off and sleep in the other room if you want to sleep in,” Boston barks.

“I happen to enjoy waking up to the sound of an orgasm—it makes me hard as a rock. Wanna feel it?” Kai teases, grabbing Boston’s hand and moving it towards his crotch, earning him a sack whack. Kai cackles like a hyena, and Boston scowls.

“Get your lazy ass up, dickhead. We have a doctor’s appointment this morning.” Boston crawls out of bed and comes around to my side, helping me sit up.

Creed walks into the room and smiles. “Good morning, Tenshi. I have it on good authority that Brennan is on a call with his mother. If you get in the shower now, you will have time before he comes up here and rushes us out of the house. And when you’re done, I will massage some cream into your stomach.”

“Thank you,” I say, taking his hands, and he pulls me to my feet.

“Does that mean I can sleep longer?” Kai asks, his voice slightly high pitched and whiney.

“Nope,” Boston says, picking up a pillow and belting him with it a few times before running into the bathroom. Kai kicks the blanket off and groans.

“I don’t know what you see in that guy,” he complains.

“My amazing personality and good looks,” Boston yells from the bathroom.

I pull my crop top up over my head, and Creed whistles low as he takes me in, his face lighting up.

“I think you need to stay like this forever.”

“Like what? Fat and swollen?” I joke.

“No, growing my child. I never thought it would be something I wanted.”

“Wait until you’re changing nappies and cleaning puke,” Kai says, now sitting up, his hair sticking up in wild angles.

“I cut dead people open every day. Baby shit and vomit don’t scare me.”

Okay, I’m out. Those are the last things I want to think about, let alone talk about. I move past Creed and into the en suite where Boston is already in the shower. I step inside, and on instinct, he takes my arm to make sure I’m stable. Showering with one of them is second nature. There are no more fun times, though. I’m way too big to safely manage anything, and Chester would have an aneurysm if I even tried. Instead of blow jobs and sex, it’s now turned into them washing me, and I can’t say I really mind. I step under the water and rinse myself off, and when I step back, Boston already has shampoo in his hand to lather it in my hair. There is something extremely intimate about someone washing you, and it’s something all my guys do.

“We’re moving in on Ziyon next week,” Boston says, rinsing the last of the bubbles from my body.

“Is there a reason you have waited so long?”

“We’ve been afraid to do anything that would put you or the babies in jeopardy. If anything should happen to us, you would feel it. We wanted to make sure we knew his movements and routines. He has finally stopped moving around so much, so he must either be growing complacent or he is ready to carry out whatever plan he has.”

“I understand, but the sooner you bring him in, the better. You can question him and try to find out what he is up to.”

“You’re still so sweet.” He laughs. “They won’t be any bringing him in.”

“What about Melinda?” I ask, my worry for her sitting at the forefront. There is no point arguing about Ziyon—if they have made up their minds, they will do it anyway.

“We plan to extract her from the situation, but be warned, she will have to go through an interrogation process. She has been with Ziyon for so long that her loyalty will most likely be with him. We can’t take any risks where you and the babies are concerned.”

“Times up, Brennan is on his way up,” Creed says, popping his head into the en suite.

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