Page 191 of Craving Consequences

“Do I want to see you full and round with the life we put in you?” he asks, hand back at the soft plain. His eyes meet mine, dark and wild through the thick fringes of sleep tousled locks. “If you let us, we’ll keep you pregnant year-round.”

“Was that everything?” Van urges, shifting higher, pushing up.

I nod, too dizzy with relief and happiness to speak.

“Our baby,” Lachlan breathes into my skin, the words a low, tortured growl. “Fuck, I never thought I’d want anything so badly.”

“We definitely need to make sure it sticks,” Van decides on my other side, hand sliding down my naked thigh. “Now that we know your cunt is unprotected, nothing is stopping us from putting our baby in you.”

A strangled gasp slips from my throat as heat floods me. My thighs shift and Van smirks in response.

“Open,” Lachlan urges, hand already at my other knee, forcing it back over his hip, spreading me. “We haven’t filled you all day yesterday. We need to make up for it.”

Breathing hard, I nod obediently. “Yes, please.”

Both men smirk at my easy compliance. Their hands meet at my center in overlapping strokes moving over and between my folds. They seem in no hurry as they tease me.

“You know what I keep remembering?” Lachlan murmurs into my ear as he spreads my lips and lets his friend tease my clit. “That first night in the truck. You, letting us pump our cum in your virgin hole. What if we knocked you up and we had no idea?”

The low, snarling growl Van releases into the side of my neck is nothing to the slow, deliberate thrust of his finger sinking home. The sweet invasion arches my hips into his palm as I gasp into Lachlan’s mouth.

“Or the night we spent in this very bed, taking turns using you until dawn. Pumping you full.”

“That was a good night,” Lachlan groans, flicking a tongue along the seam of my bottom lip. “It was just a puddle under your ass at one point.”

“We definitely put a baby in you,” Van decides with a gleam of triumph in his eyes.

“God, please,” I whimper, hips thrashing and grinding into Van’s unhurried thrusts.

“I think our little cumdump needs a dick, Lach.”

Lachlan breaks the kiss only to nuzzle his nose against mine, kissing me again.

“Well, don’t keep her waiting,” he murmurs in between soft, sweet pecks.

Between the stretch of Van’s fingers and Lachlan’s mouth, I’m floating in a blissful state of arousal. The kind that is unhurried and beautiful.

Until Van grabs Lachlan’s sweats at the knees and yanks.

“Jesus!” he yelps as he’s stripped.

The material bunches around his knees, baring him.

Van only smirks as he adjusts his position, moving onto his knees next to my hip, towering over us. He plants one hand on the mattress. The other dives between my legs.

Fists Lachlan’s cock.

“Fuck, Van...” Lachlan groans as he’s pumped, base to tip.

Not even gently. The grip alone chokes the head a deep purple as blood is restricted. Clear liquid oozes from the slit. It smears across my clit with the sharp smack of him against my mound.

Lachlan snarls into my ear, his entire body jerking. I yelp at the sting.

“Prick!” he huffs at the other man.

Van snickers, attention dropping to where he’s rubbing the head up and through my folds.

“Want me to stop?”

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