Page 274 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

Chapter Thirty-Two

Jolie

A month is a hell of a lot longer than I expected Brennan would ever take off work. He went back this morning, even though Chester wanted us to take six weeks. The babies have fallen into a good routine. That was with the help of Grace, who has moved in with us as the babies’ full-time carer, along with one of her good friends. The guys were not overly excited about having a manny, as Linus calls himself, but he is amazing with the children, and he works well with Grace.

I grimace as I stand in front of the full-sized mirror in just my underwear. Learning to accept my body after having the twins has been hard, especially with the slight excess skin and stretch marks.

“What’s wrong?” Davis asks as he steps up behind me and wraps his arms around my stomach, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

“I feel fat and ugly. I know it’s stupid, but my entire life, I have used my body as a weapon. And now it’s not the same.”

He spans his hands over my entire stomach. “You carried our babies in here, and it will take time for your body to bounce back. Once you’re back in training, everything will start to feel better. But listen to me when I tell you that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, even with stretch marks.”

“And look at my boobs—they’re lopsided and lumpy,” I whine, poking at my messed-up boobs.

“The doctor said that should fix itself around twelve weeks postpartum. Give yourself a break. You have been bonding with Zhavia and Zadom, and they’re not even six weeks old yet.”

“I know. It’s just hard when you’re on a sex ban.Logically, I know it’s because the doctor is an asshole and won’t clear me just yet. But Chester is being a pain in the ass about it, and it’s hard to feel sexy right now.”

“Screw the doctor, and go fuck Chester,” he says, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck. “Do you feel ready?”

I nod my head. Honestly, I’m more than ready. Turning to face him, I throw my arms around his neck, my lips finding his as I jump into his arms. Davis walks us backwards until his legs hit the bed, and he sits, taking me with him so I’m straddling his waist.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks, his dark-brown eyes finding mine, making sure this is what I want. I couldn’t lie to him even if I wanted to; his ability is reading people, and I’m no exception.

“I need this,” I confirm. “The twins are going down for a nap, and I’m sure Grace and Linus have it covered.”

At the mention of Linus’s name, he falls back onto the bed, moving us both so that his head is on the pillows. He lifts himself up and removes his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor. I scoot down and unbuckle his jeans, sliding them down just far enough, revealing his erection straining against his boxer briefs. I bring myself back up his body and then lower myself down,rubbing my pussy up and down his length. His groan fills the room, and his hands grip my waist.

I pause for a moment, actually nervous. Why does everyone make a huge deal out of having sex again after having a baby? I feel fine, and with my healing abilities, my C-section healed nicely already.

“Fuck,” he hisses as I start again, grinding my clit against his length. “I need you to wrap those pussy lips around my cock—it’s been way too long.”

I push up and throw my leg back over Davis, crawling over to the side of the bed to open the drawer and retrieve a condom. They won’t put me on birth control again until my check-up, and since I counted on pure luck to not get pregnant until this point, I’m not ready to risk it again. The twins sleep well, but I’m up almost every two hours checking on them, just making sure they’re still breathing. They still share a bassinet beside my bed every night. I don’t rely on Grace or Linus during the night, though they both help during the day. Once the guys go back to school, it might change. Linus jokes his sole role is the babies’ stylist, since he isn’t needed for anything else. So far, it’s been a trial run to make sure that the guys can have him around and not want to kill him.

I throw a condom down on the bed beside Davis, and he doesn’t waste any time ripping it open and sliding it on. Also, I bring some lube with me; the fear of the unknown is making me jittery. Slipping my underwear off, I leave on the maternity bra, as unleashing my swollen boobs just before I’m due to pump isn’t a wise idea. Unless Davis has a breastmilk kink I don’t know about.

Ready, I straddle him once again and throw my hair over my shoulder. As I pepper kisses down his torso, I pass the one small tattoo he has over his heart, just like the rest of Team Hades. I love that Davis doesn’t hide behind his tattoos; his boy nextdoor look is what gives him his sex appeal. Until he opens his mouth, and then his attitude pours out, very similar to Boston. It’s different now—he reins it in around me, especially after our rocky start.

Davis runs his hands down my waist until he reaches my hips, guiding me over his thick, hard cock. Fuck, I almost forgot how huge he was. I hover over his head, lining him up, and slowly lower myself down, not needing the lube after all. When he is fully sheathed and nothing painful happens, only arousal, I laugh. I was worried about nothing. I arch my back and rock my hips, watching Davis smile up at me. We take it slowly as his hands roam my body.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says, running his finger over the front of my bra. “Take it off.”

“What about . . .”

“I don’t care. I need to see all of you. The last time we had a threesome with Marlow, his spunk ended up in my hair. Nothing can scare me now, not even breast milk.”

I laugh as I unhook the maternity bra and remove it. Davis bites his lip, his hands moving to softly cup my tits, and the feeling is like nothing I have ever felt before. My nipples harden under his touch, and my hips buck forward as I grind my clit against him. With his hands on me, an orgasm builds quickly. Every single one of my guys fucks differently. I love that Davis takes his time with my body and lets me run the show.

“I’m going to come,” I whisper, ending in a moan. Davis flips us, his cock staying buried deep inside me. He hooks one of my legs around his arm, resting my foot over his shoulder as he thrusts into me, his cock hitting my cervix, sending shock waves through my body. Orgasm after orgasm wrecks me, my body shuddering in bliss.

“Davis,” I scream, and he comes, his body dropping down onto mine.

“I love you,” he says against my lips, after a few last lazy thrusts. “Now, we need to get up. We have to get those leaking boobs emptied.”

He pushes himself up so he can help me sit up. My front is covered in milk and so are the blanket and sheets.

“Damn it,” I say as I crawl off the side of the bed.

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