Page 23 of Double XL - A MFM Menage Romance (Sweet Treats 10)

Tears are pouring down her soft cheeks again, and my heart breaks at the sight. Meanwhile, Alizeh continues.

“But I don’t want you to be sad. I want you to know that I wish you well, Torrent and Trainor. I love being with you, and I love the time we’ve spent together. I want you to be happy here at the Lodge, and maybe think of me once in a while as a girl who loved you with all her heart.”

Her words make my friend and I gasp. Love? But it’s true, and it’s where we’re headed too.

“Honey,” says Torrent from the other side of the bed. He, too, has one of her small hands clasped between his big bronzed ones. “We love you too, and we’re not going to let you get expelled. That’s out of the question.”

“Even if you are expelled,” I say in a growl. “It doesn’t matter because we’ll just go with you. We’ll make our own home away from the Lodge. It’s fine, sweetheart. It’d be meaningless to live here without you, anyways.”

Her blue eyes grow wide and her pink lower lip trembles.

“You would?” she asks in a whisper. But then her eyes fill with tears again. “But I don’t want to take you from everything that you know. From everything you’ve worked so hard to build.”

I let out a low chuckle and put a finger under her chin to tip that innocent face towards me.

“No, sweetheart, it’s not like that at all. We’ll still have work as long-haul truckers. Dads and Daughters wouldn’t blackball us for something like this, the way they did with Michael. Besides, didn’t you hear? The club would have no meaning for us without you here. It would just be me and Torrent rattling around like fools again.”

My friend takes over then.

“You see, honey,” he says, squeezing her hand. “Trainor and I have been looking for someone for a while now. Oh sure, we were using our privileges and by no means were we celibate. But it was all part of the search. We’re tired of being lone wolves. We’re tired of being single men without a care in the world. We want someone to tie us down, and that person is you, Alizeh. You’re the perfect fit for us, and we want to be with you. Permanently, if you’ll have us.”

She gasps as those blue eyes go wide. But then her face falls.

“But what about my dad?” she says in a broken tone. “There will always be Mike.”

I squeeze her hand.

“No, I don’t think so,” I say. “The club is harsh when it comes to infractions like this. Siccing goons on your own daughter? Watching her be violated in your own living room? We’re not called Dads and Daughters for nothing. The daughters are our most precious assets, and Mike may not be around for much longer.”

Her eyes turn into saucers and a horrified look crosses her face.

“Oh my god, are they going to kill him?”

I shake my head.

“No, capital punishment isn’t the club’s style. All I’m saying is that you won’t have to worry about him for a long time, Alizeh. The club has its ways, and there’s no such thing as parole when it comes to the Lodge.”

Her blonde head hangs in defeat, but then she nods.

“Yes,” she says in a soft voice. “I guess he deserves it.”

“He does deserve it,” I say roughly. “He deserves what he gets ten times over. But more importantly, sweetheart, Torrent and I want to be with you. We love you, and we want you to stay with us for as long as your heart desires. Will you, Alizeh?”

Slowly, a smile crosses her lovely features, and my heart leaps. She’s so gorgeous when she smiles, and suddenly, I know I want to make her smile as much as possible in the years to come.

“Yes, Torrent. Yes, Trainor. I want to be with you, and you’ve made me so happy!” she cries while flinging those small arms around us. We bend our heads for hungry kisses, feasting on the curvy woman. But just as things are about to take a turn for the sexy, she pulls away for a moment, her cheeks flushed and her breasts heaving.

“But how do you feel about children?” she asks. “I know you were a bit annoyed with having so many little ones underfoot at the Lodge.”

Torrent and I laugh while pressing kisses to that pretty pout.

“Sweetheart, those are other peoples’ kids. If they were our kids, then they can run wild as much as they please. Why? Do you have something to tell us?” I ask deviously. We already suspect, given Alizeh’s fuller figure, and the heightened sensitivity in her breasts.

She smiles and nods shyly.

“Yes, as a matter of fact. I think I’m pregnant. I don’t know for sure yet because I haven’t seen the doctor, but I’ve been craving a lot of strange foods, and I need you even more than before,” she breathes. “My libido is on high, and Torrent and Trainor, I crave you,” she says. “So much. Forever.”

With that, my friend and I kiss the girl passionately, cradling her lush figure in our arms. We went through a wild ride to find Alizeh, but in the end, only happiness awaits.

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