Released (Caged 3)

I knew I was right.

Everything about being inside of her made me feel like I was where I was supposed to be, where I needed to be. It was something far, far beyond contentment. If there was perfection in the world, being buried inside of Tria was it. It made all the struggles and all the pains of the past worth the experience.

If that didn’t bring about another child, I didn’t know what would.

I slid my fingers over her breast and across her stomach. I found the spot right above where we joined and gave it some attention from my thumb. Tria’s hands moved from my shoulders to my back, her nails making light scratches in my skin, which I loved.

I bucked against her, pounding hard and deep.

Tria moaned and grunted under me as her hips tilted up to meet each thrust. I kept my thumb right over her clit—circling it, adding a little pressure, then circling again until she was writhing and tossing her head back and forth.

“Ohmygod!” she cried out as her back arched and her legs tightened around me. She grabbed at my ass. “I love you!”

“I…fucking…love…you…baby…” My words matched my thrusts as her warm, wet walls tightened on my cock.

I couldn’t hold back any more.

“Oh, fuck yeah…” I moaned as I held myself deep inside of her. Tria’s fingers dug into my backside, anchoring us together for a minute before we finally parted.

I flopped down on the bed on my back, stared at the ceiling, and tried to get my breathing back to normal. Tria lay on her back with her legs in the air, but I didn’t laugh at the pose.

Not again. I learned my lessons well.

“So?” I asked. “Did it work?”

“Well, I think we have to wait a week or so to find out.”

“Not us!” I laughed. “You said you talked to Nikki today.”

“What makes you think I’ve heard?” Tria asked with a sly, secretive smile. I captured her smile with my own lips.

“Good news then?” I prompted.

“Not only did it take this time,” Tria said, “but Nikki and Brandon are having twins!”

“Fan-flippin’-tastic!”

They had tried in vitro twice before, and both times had been failures. Taking money from us had been hard enough on Brandon’s pride—something I understood wholeheartedly. There was no way he was going to take money again, and the initial fee only paid for three attempts.

“If they decide to join us for Christmas next year, your parents’ house is going to be full of kids.”

Like Mom was going to mind.

“Well, we already knew there would be at least two more,” I said. “I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting Ryan and Mandi to have such an instant family, and now Brandon and Nikki, too?”

My cousin and his wife had gone overseas to adopt a child and ended up coming home with two—an orphaned brother and sister ages four and six. Amanda couldn’t stand the thought of splitting them apart, and Ryan apparently agreed. They ended up adopting both.

“I don’t think your mom is complaining,” Tria said. “She loves the whole grandmother thing.”

“She loves hyping Katie up on junk food and sending her home,” I muttered.

Tria propped herself up on one elbow and looked over at me.

“And you never do that, do you?”

“Who, me?

“You took her out to the grocery store last weekend, and she came back covered in chocolate.”