Oh yes. This was my favorite place to be. I straddled him, sinking the wet walls of my pussy over Isaac’s cock. I clenched and ground into him as he hissed and groaned.
Dylan was behind me, nudging against my asshole. I relaxed the tight muscles as he rubbed lube into me. And with a howl he slammed into me.
I screamed their names. First one then the other. Over and over as they pumped into me. This was my bliss. My heaven. The place where art streaked across my vision. I was lost in the purity of our skin melting into each other.
My ass stretched as Dylan claimed it mercilessly riding me, fucking me like crazy. I was on the edge faster than I had ever been. I wanted it to last a little longer, but Isaac reached forward, strumming my clit and I wasn’t strong enough to resist. My inner sex panther broke loose, clawing her way out. I screamed and bucked as the orgasm tore through me. I soared as Isaac’s cock drove into me.
“Yes, yes! Isaac. Dylan. Fuck me. So much harder.” I grabbed at Isaac’s chest as the tears started to rain from my eyes. The climax curled my toes and lit my skin on fire.
“I love you,” I whimpered. “I love you so damn much.”
“I love you too, baby,” Isaac groaned as he pushed his final thrust upward and his release claimed me.
“Oh fuck, Vanessa. I love you. Fuck. I love you.” Dylan’s fingers dug into my waist as he exploded inside me.
“Oh shit,” I whispered, collapsing on top of Isaac with Dylan still inside me.
“That was incredible.” Isaac kissed my head.
I nodded. “Don’t ever leave again.”
“I won’t, baby. I swear.”
Dylan was slow to pull out from me. He kissed my lower back and fell backward on the bed. “Fucking insane. When did you become a sex panther?”
I giggled. “You know I was thinking my spirit animal was a sex panther.”
He laughed loudly. “It fits you.”
I wanted to stay here all day like this. But we had a team to save, and it was time I started breaking the news.
42
Vanessa
The shower felt good after sex. I told the guys I needed a minute to myself. I washed my tender body, letting my hands rest on my belly. The stick was sitting on the counter. I knew it would say pregnant before I even took it.
And there the word was, blinking over and over on the digital screen.
I dried off and pulled on Isaac’s Warriors T-shirt. I slipped into a pair of Dylan’s boxers. I padded back to the kitchen where Dylan was making lunch. He had grilled cheeses lined up on the gourmet broiler.
The stick was behind my back. I didn’t know if this was the right way to tell them or not. Was there a right way to say something like this? I was scared to death things would change. That everything would be different.
Dylan hummed as he flipped the sandwiches over.
Isaac had his leg propped on an empty bar stool with a bag of frozen peas over his knee. I stared at him.
“Did I hurt you? Oh God, I was trying to be careful.”
“I’m fine. I have to do ice twice a day. Thought I’d get it over with while I’m waiting on my lunch.” He cracked a funny smile.
I sighed. “Oh good. Because if we have to hold off on sex…”
“Hell no. Don’t ever say those words.”
I twisted my lips together. It was on the tip of my tongue. I had to say it. I had to tell them, but the room started to feel fuzzy. I saw spots and I reached for the counter. Dylan must have seen me. He dropped the spatula and scooped me up before my knees buckled. The test fell from my hands and hit the floor.
“Darlin’, you ok?”