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Ethan was sound asleep, and my pulse slowly steadied.
Looking around in the dark, it took my groggy mind a moment to realize what was off.
I was alone.
I was never alone in bed. I had two husbands, so our bed was always jam-packed with limbs, stiflingly hot muscley torsos and more often than not, morning wood. Or middle-of-the-night wood, because those things never seemed to go down.
Crawling out of bed, I decided to check on my baby, because seeing him through the monitor and physically touching his creamy soft skin were two totallydifferent things.
I tip-toed around the corner into Ethan’s nursery, creeping up to his crib as quietly as possible to catch a glimpse of the cutest damn baby on Earth. I was reallytrying not to make a peep, though, being that the last thing I wanted to do was wake an infant, and wind up listening to screaming because I couldn’t keep my hands off for a couple more hours.
Peering over the edge of the crib at my son, my heart swelled so hard I thought my chest might fly open.
Our son is just the cutest, sweetest, most adorable baby there ever was. I’m sure of it.
I marveled at how trulyperfect he was, lying there all quiet, his arm draped over his face. He slept like that most nights, which we all thought was hilarious and adorable. His little butt jutting out a bit in his ducky jammies.
I took a deep breath and held it, forcing myself to leave the room before I woke him up by accident. He’d be up in a couple hours to eat anyway, and jumping the gun would just serve topiss us both off.
I left the nursery, but stopped in front of my bedroom door.
Hmm…
If Ben and Ryan weren’t in bed, I could only think of one other place they’d be. And being that it was almost two in the morning, the likelihood that they were in the basement, in Ben’s man cave, was strong.
I gulped over my dry throat, a wave of curious excitement rushing through me.
See, I had just given birth two months ago. My sex drive was coming back in strides, but I hadn’t actuallyhad a dick in me since before Ethan was born.Mouth doesn’t count.
Since I had two husbands, the sex was limitless. So even when I was slightly out of commission, my men were able to get their rocks off with each other. And I was totallyfine with it.
For the most part.
Okay, sometimes I got a little jealous. But not of anything specific. I just wanted to have them toss me around like we were used to. But after having the baby, it couldn’t really happen like that. The longer I stood in the hallway thinking, the more I began to convince myself that Ben and Ryan were hooking up downstairs, in lieu of something stupid like drinking beer and watchingHandmaid’s Tale.
What would be the harm in just checking on them? I mean, they’re my husbands. And it’s two a.m., and I woke up to an empty bed. So naturally I would go make sure they’re alright…
My decision final, I sauntered down the stairs slowly, making my way to the basement. I breathed in deep as I opened the door, expecting to be hit with moans and grunts. But I didn’t hear much of anything. The TV was definitely on, though. Maybe they were just watching shows and zoning out.
Ben didn’t sleep well. It had certainlygotten better in the last year, but he still struggled with his sleep schedule. It was a blessing and a curse; the bad was that I hated him being exhausted, and loved falling asleep in his arms. But the good was that he had no problem getting up to feed or change Ethan at all hours since he wasn’t usually asleepanyway.
Ryan, on the other hand, slept very well. Like a sexy log. But he too hated the thought of Ben up by himself struggling to get his needed rest. It wasn’t unheard of for them to hang out in the man cave until Ben was tired enough to pass out.
I took the stairs down into the basement, and sure enough as I grew closer, I could hear something that sent a shiver across my chest, hardening my nipples something fierce.
They were kissing. It was an obvious sound, especially since they were both amazing kissers and the lip-sucking noises were always accompanied by soft little pants and gasps, from all of us.
Peering around the corner at the couch, I was desperate to get a look at my two hot-as-all-fuck husbands, and their little make-out session. My heart was already thudding inside my ribcage at the idea ofspying on them. Between my thighs was growing more slippery by the second.
“Mmm…”
My eyes were wide as I watched my husbands kissing. Ben was holding Ryan’s jaw, owning the fuck out of his mouth while Ryan’s hands slinked down over Ben’s broad shoulders and defined chest. I wasn’t exactly right next to them, but I was close enough to see everything they were doing over the top of the couch. They were both wearing only pajama pants; typical nighttime attire. And it lookedawesome.
“I love your hands on me,” Ben whispered, before touching his tongue to Ryan’s. My clit throbbed.
“Where should I touch you next, my sexy ass husband?” Ryan grinned and tugged Ben’s lip slowly between his teeth.
“Wherever you want, baby,” Ben purred in a tone that made me drip even more. “I’m yours.”
