Deep 6 (Multiple Love)

And Tyler? Well, we've been open about everything in our past and found a way to leave it all behind. It will forever be a part of our story, but it isn't the chapter we are writing now. But if we have a baby boy, we’ve already decided that we’ll call him Jake.

"So, how are we going to do this," Able whispers. "Like, are we going to draw straws to decide the order, or mix up our cum like a potion to be inserted with a turkey baster?"

"Fuck the turkey baster idea. I say we leave it up to nature," Tyler says.

"But who will we put on the birth certificate?" Andrew asks.

"Shall we cross that bridge another time when we don't have a needy girl half-naked on the bed?" Arden laughs. “The legalities of paternity don’t exactly constitute dirty talk.”

"I say we ask Sandy. It's her body that's going to be doing the hard work," Greg says.

Six sets of hungry and confused eyes land on me. This is a whole lot of pressure.

"Well, we won't just have to do this once," I say. "Conceiving can take a lot of work."

"We're willing to do whatever it takes," Damien says seriously, and Tyler slaps him on the back with a grin.

"So, maybe we try six times over the next six days. Each time, you rotate once in order. That way, you'll all get a turn in each position."

"I don't care what position I'm in as long as I get between those pretty legs…" Arden says, rubbing his beard.

"So, Arden can go last." Andrew rolls his eyes.

"Anyway, isn't it like these guys are getting three times the chances?" Damien asks. "I mean, they're genetically the same."

"My cock is my own," Arden says, grabbing it for effect.

"Not wanting to hurry anyone but…" I let my legs flop open so they can see the hot pink lacy underwear I have under my short bed shirt.

Greg is on the bed in a flash, his face buried between my thighs, his hot tongue rubbing over my clit through the lace.

I don't think I've ever seen my boys strip faster.

The sex is great, but different. For a change, they all want it in missionary position, which is fine by me. I love being pinned underneath their huge muscular bodies, feeling them work to bring me pleasure. And this time, there're no condoms. By the time Arden slides inside me, I'm full to the brim with their strong seeds.

Who knows which one of them will be the father of my next child? To be honest, I don't really care because they will all make the best dads in the world. Of that, I am sure.

When I packed my small bag and jumped into my car to attend Connie's wedding, I was grateful for the distraction from my disaster of a life. Who could have predicted that I'd run into the man who broke my heart or that I'd find six men to mend it?

I found six friends who'd become family to each other in a way, and they wanted me to become part of their lives. And now, as our love grows deeper, we're making a family of our own.