Double Score

I laughed. “The baby is doing great. She’s happy to be on vacation with her two daddies.”

“She?” Dylan choked.

I giggled. “I don’t know. Just wanted to see how you’d react to a girl.”

He spun me around to face him. He tilted my chin toward him. “You’re feeling a little devilish aren’t you?”

I nodded. “Maybe a little panther?”

“I hope so. We have three days together, darlin’ and I don’t expect to do anything but eat, drink, and love you.”

“That’s it?” I pouted.

“Sleep?” He shrugged his shoulders.

My palms flattened into his chest, digging my nails through the fabric on his shirt. “It’s our honeymoon.”

He nodded. “Mmmhmm. What did you have in mind?”

My eyes closed when I felt Isaac’s hands reach under my dress. “Did you want us to fuck you, baby?”

My nipples hardened. I was instantly wet. My beautiful bridal lingerie was going to be soaked.

Dylan slid the straps of the dress to my shoulders. “Say it, Vanessa. Say you want us to fuck you tonight like we own you.”

I nodded. “Yes. Please.”

I melted into their hands. Into their mouths. They were all over me. Tearing the dress from my body. Sucking my breasts. Dylan pushed me on the bed, dropping to his knees, lapping and flicking my clit with his tongue. He gathered the last bits of lacy fabric covering my pussy and ripped them from my legs. Isaac held me to his chest while we watched Dylan’s tongue fuck me relentlessly.

Isaac pinch my nipples. “Come for us, baby.”

I shook my head. “No.” I felt feisty.

“Oh we’re going to make you come hard. This whole damn island is going to hear you scream our names.”

I jerked my hips to Dylan’s face. My orgasms came even harder now that I was pregnant. My hormones kept me filled with intense sexual urges. I had to work even harder not to come on command. It was a game they had learned they could play and always win.

“No,” I mewed, but I realized it was pointless. I was only teasing the inevitable.

“I think the bride needs a little motivation.” Dylan surfaced from between my legs.

I thought I could devour him. He looked gorgeous. My husband. His lips glistened from my honey.

“She does, doesn’t she?” Isaac rolled from behind me. I landed on my back.

They stared at me, ready to pounce.

I watched, mesmerized by every sculpted inch of them as they took their shirts and shorts off.

“Remember the first time you lost your virginity to my cock?” Isaac asked.

I nodded. Of course I did. It was the most incredible night of my life. That single moment had changed the course of our lives. I was married to Dylan. I was having Isaac’s baby, all because I was willing to take a chance.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“I want it again, the same way,” he growled.

“Did you bring it?” Dylan asked.