Page 8 of Graves & Griggs
“Weird. His dad kept me up most of the night too!” Liam smirks as he strips down naked and slips into the shower.
“Liam,” I say with a wrinkle of my nose. “Why do you have to make everything weird?”
He lets out a humor-filled laugh before popping his head out the shower door. “Life is funnier that way. Now get in here. I want to have a Skyla sandwich for breakfast!”
Asher scoffs but continues walking towards the shower before grabbing the hem of my sleep shirt. I lift my arms up as he slowly pulls it over my head. My eyes move to my reflection in the mirror, and I can’t help but smile. I love being pregnant. Thank God for that too since these boys have kept me pregnant almost consistently since we went on our honeymoon. First we had Seraphina, who’snow four. Then we had Jackson, who’s three. Brooks is now two, and I’m five months along with baby number four. We haven’t come up with a name yet, mainly because the more kids you have, the harder it is to come up with names you actually like.
Though we don’t know for sure who any of the kids’ biological fathers are, everyone likes to make their guesses. The current running one is that the baby I’m pregnant with now is Asher’s. He made some grand scheme and got everyone out of the house for almost a full day while I was ovulating, and I swear to God we fucked on every surface of our home back in Salem.
Who knows if it really is, and honestly, I never want to know. We’re all family, they’re all Daddy and I think it works better that way. Of course, I’m nervous for school quickly approaching for Seraphina. Kids are mean, and it doesn’t matter if your daddies practically run the entire Brethren—having five dads and one mom is a recipe for some little shit on the playground saying something.
Asher walks me into the shower, kissing up and down my neck as the warm water pours over me. I gasp at the relief on my already aching body as Liam grips the back of my neck and smiles, those green eyes flashing at me.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
I smile as his lips meet mine, his tongue tangling with my own before he works his way down my body to settle between my thighs. He hmms, and I can practically hear his grin as he lifts one of my legs up and over his shoulder before running his tongue through me. I gasp at the feeling while one of Asher’s hands comes to my nipple, gently pulling and rolling it between his fingers while his other hand moves down to my clit. Ash rubs tight, quick circles that have me shaking as Liam’s tongue trails over me, circling around his fingers. They really are the best team in every way.
Liam slips a finger inside me before adding another, and I whimper as I squeeze around him. Asher chuckles into my ear, continuing to rub my clit as Liam feasts on me.
“Shh, just like that, princess. You’re being so good for us.”
I moan, resting my head against his shoulder as they continue to turn me into a wanting, pliable mess.
“Good boy—eat our wife’s cunt,” Asher praises.
Liam looks at him with an adoring smile, winking before nipping at my clit. I gasp at the feeling as he quickly licks and sucks the pain away. God, it’s so good. Too good. I’ll never get over having the amount of attention and pleasure my husbands provide me on a daily basis. I swear to God one day I’m going to die from it.
Death by orgasm. There are worse things, I suppose.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moan through clenched teeth as I weave my fingers through Liam’s golden hair, grinding my pussy against his face as Asher turns my head to face him.
“Come for us, princess. Cover his face with your cum.”
My mouth drops open, and a moan escapes for half a second before Asher swallows it down, smashing his lips to mine as I ride wave after wave of my orgasm. It’s so good, like a high I never want to come down from. Liam continues eating me until it’s practically painful before I move away, letting out a shaky sigh.
Liam pulls away from me with a wet pop as he rises to his feet.
“Come taste our girl, Ash,” he says before dragging Asher’s mouth to his. I look up, smashed between them as their tongues tangle for dominance, both letting out soft moans of pleasure. Hands are everywhere, all three of us intertwined in an embrace of love and carnal need.
Asher bites down on Liam’s lip so hard, it makes him grunt before pulling away.
“Bend over right fucking now,” Asher commands, Liam being oh so willing.
Liam grabs the handles that Wes installed in the shower. Yes, I’m a woman with five husbands, four of whom occasionally fuck each other—my shower has specifically made sex handles.
Asher spreads Liam’s ass, running his tongue through himbefore pushing himself inside. Liam tenses at first before a pleasured moan escapes him. Asher slowly pulls out before pushing in again, working his cock deeper and deeper into Liam’s ass.
“Goddamn, waking up with you two is the best way to start any day,” Asher grits through his teeth.
“Agreed,” Liam moans. “Get over here, babygirl. Come suck on me.”
I take a seat on what Liam likes to call the cock sucker, which is basically a shower chair at the perfect height to suck dick—again, don’t judge—before I reach out and slowly stroke him. Each of his piercings glint in the water, and Liam releases a shaky breath as I wrap my mouth around his head.
“Fuckkkk,” he groans.
“There you go, princess. Just like that. Turn our boy into a mess.”
I smile around Liam’s cock, loving Ash’s words as I push him deeper and deeper into my throat. We work together so effortlessly. So easily.
