“Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkkk,” he roars as he begins to fill my mouth. “I need to see you covered in my cum.” Then he pulls from my mouth, and jets of cum hit my face and down my chest. August releases one last groan before a smile grows on his face.
August kneels in front of me and grips the back of my neck. “I knew you’d look beautiful drenched in my cum,” he groans, leaning over and licking a path up my chest. His lips wrap around my nipple, and I reach down and grab his head.
My body comes alive again as his tongue swirls around the raised peak. “It’s too much,” I squeak but hold him in place when he attempts to move. “Don’t you dare.”
August laughs, nipping me. The action makes me squirm. Then his fingers disappear between my legs, parting my folds and playing in my juices before lightly rolling my clit between two digits.
My legs begin to shake as my body hurdles toward another orgasm when he bites down on my nipple, rubbing small, fast circles until I bellow his name.
Spent, I collapse on the bed and hum a contented sigh, succumbing to sleep.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been out before my mattress dips. Something warm and damp wipes across my cheek, rousing me.
“Shhh, Love. Go back to bed. I’m only cleaning you up so we can go to bed,” August murmurs. I feel his lips as they brush against my forehead just as I give in to sleep.
KARL
“So I finally get to meet the infamous Heirs,” Emma’s doctor says as she squirts a warming gel on the probe.
We’re at Emma’s thirty-two-week prenatal visit, and I want to tell her doctor to hurry the fuck up so we can see our babies.
This is the first time we get to be in the room, and Dr. Jaffri is babbling away about everything but our twins. I try to remind myself she’s Emma’s doctor and I shouldn’t threaten her-though it’s tempting.
“A few unforeseen circumstances kept us away, but we sorted everything out. We’ll be at every appointment moving forward,” Liam states.
“Ah, Mr. Washington. It’s finally great to meet you in person,” Dr. Jaffri replies.
Emma looks up, puzzled by their familiarity. We probably should’ve disclosed this part during dinner the other night, but things are going so well. I don’t think any of us want to fuck shit up this close to the end of her pregnancy.
“Just how close are you with the obstetrician?” Emma’s gray eyes narrow, and I know we will be discussing this on our ride home. She knows we’ve had some communication with Dr. Jaffri, but she isn’t aware of just how much contact we’ve actually had. Luckily, the whooshing of heartbeats pulls her keen stare away as she refocuses her attention on the monitor.
Two sets of hands, eyes, and ears appear on the screen, and my heart stops. One of our babies is sucking their thumb while looking like they’re sleeping. The other looks like they’re trying to punch their way out of her uterus.
“Ah, she’s a busy one today,” Dr. Jaffri chuckles, moving the probe over to our daughter.
“She’s definitely something,” Emma mutters into the quiet room.
I’d look around to see if the guys are as in awe as I am, but I refuse to look away.
“Well, I can see who the ringleader’s going to be,” August jokes.
“If either of them is half as tenacious as their mother, we’re in trouble,” Sebastian quips.
Laughing, Liam adds, “We’re in trouble. Have you met us? Two mini-versions of any of us are going to wreak havoc. They already have us wrapped around their tiny fingers.”
“Not me,” Rowan declares. “You idiots, sure. Me? I’ll be the level-headed one.”
“Oh please,” Emma interrupts. “I’ll be the only rational one in the bunch. You’ll all be big softies, saying yes when they ask you to sneak them ice cream or let them stay up past bedtime.”
Without looking away from the monitor where our daughter is moving so much her brother begins to stir, I reply, “She’s got us there. We should take bets to see who’ll be the first to break.”
“Everything looks great. Both babies are hitting all the benchmarks. As long as you continue to limit your stress, you should be in the clear,” Dr. Jaffri explains, lifting the probe from Emma’s stomach.
Then, she wipes off the gel before removing her gloves. “The nurse will be in to print your ultrasound pictures for you. Otherwise, you’re all set, and I’ll see you in one week.”
“Before you go, can we discuss these knockout-strength jabs I feel in my vagina,” Emma requests.
Dr. Jaffri grins. “That’s quite the analogy, Miss Bradford. That would be lightning crotch.”
My gaze whips up before I blurt, “Lightning what?” Then I turn to Emma. “Why didn’t you tell us you were having such severe pain?” I question before shifting my attention to the doctor. “Is she okay? Are the babies okay?” I know I’m rambling, but anything with the name lightning crotch can’t be good news.
“It’s perfectly normal, Mr. Jefferson. Some women experience sudden sharp pains throughout their pelvic region or the vagina, especially in their third trimester, that are not signs of labor.”
I expel the breath I didn’t know I was holding at Emma’s obstetrician’s answer. “As long as she’s safe.”
“She is,” Dr. Jaffri affirms.
I help Emma lower her shirt and sit up as the doctor departs. By the time she’s up and ready, the nurse prints the images and hands them to August.
Reign, Fernando, and Elias are waiting when we step into the hall. “Good visit?” Reign asks, taking the point position once we enter the elevator.
Emma nods. “Yup. Outside of the heavyweight boxing match our daughter is having, everything is great.”
Once the doors slide open, Reign and Fernando step into the lobby, where more guards signal it’s safe. That doesn’t stop us from creating a protective circle around our girl.
Noticing our movements, Emma rolls her eyes, pretending to be offended by our actions. “Oh no, save me from that dust particle,” she wisecracks, and I snort.
“Fifteen,” Sebastian retorts, and she turns beet red, clamping her mouth shut. I need to be in one of his counting sessions if they make her blush this much.
Thomas is outside, holding the door open to the SUV. As Thomas walks to the driver’s side, Rowan helps her get into the backseat. “Ready to go, Ry?” he asks once he climbs in and buckles his belt.
“Yes. I need to take a nap,” she murmurs, resting her head on Sebastian’s shoulder while Liam clasps her hand.
August and I exchange a look, knowing how monumental this is. Liam has his own demons to tackle, and he’s working to do that. The fact that he grabs and holds her hand shows how far he’s come.
We ride in silence once we hear Emma’s soft snores. “She’s been so tired lately,” Sebastian states, brushing her strawberry-blond hair from her face. I watch as she subconsciously burrows further into his side.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.