Double The Ache

“Fuck ’em. Besides, after we all get married and have the Farmer last name, they’ll know this isn’t some fucking kinky shit that’s a game or something. They’ll know this is real. They also know that fucker deserved to be punched after how he talked about our girl. It will blow over then.”

Wes turns and pulls me into his lap so we are both facing Dean, who has his hand behind his head, his legs stretched out, looking like he’s talking about the weather and not us all getting married.

“You want me to have your last name?” Wes asks.

“You want to get married?” I follow up.

He looks over at us like we’re the crazy ones.

“Well, yeah.” He sits up. His eyes go to Wes. “You’re my brother, man. You’re just as much a part of this family as any of us. You’re a Farmer.” His eyes come to me next. “She’ll be one, too.”

I turn my head to look at Wes, whose eyes look like they’re watering.

“I know we can’t all really be married, but we’ll have the lawyers pull some paperwork up to make it so we’re all tied together. But I think legally Wes should be the one on the marriage license. Maybe he’ll get it through that thick skull how serious I am about him being a Farmer.”

With that, a tear leaks down my cheek. “You guys don’t think this is too fast?” I ask.

“Fuck no,” Dean snaps.

Wes’s mouth goes to my neck. “We’ve been waiting for you, little one. We’re not waiting anymore. We love you and we know you love us.”

“I do,” I admit. My back hits the bed and Wes pins one of my hands and Dean pins the other.

“Again. Say it again,” Dean demands.

“I love you. Both of you.”

“Fuck, I love you, too.” Dean’s voice comes out rough. He glances over at Wes. “I love both of you. You’re my family. We’re a family.”

Wes swallows hard. “I love you both, too. More than I thought possible.” His words are almost choked.

“Now that we’ve got that settled, let’s make her little body shake and scream over and over until she wants to be our wife.”

“And have our babies,” Wes adds.

“Fuck, don’t say that shit out loud or I’ll cum too fast,” Dean moans. I feel myself get wet between my legs.

“She could already be pregnant with how many times we came in her last night.”

“Oh god,” I breathe as I glance between both of them, feral need on their faces.

They both pounce, making true their words.

Epilogue

Amelia

Four months later…

“What’s that noise?” I try to sit up but don’t get anywhere. I’m wedged between two giants.

“They must be early,” Dean grumbles and Wes grunts.

“Who’s early?” I attempt to wiggle free but again get nowhere.

Dean’s hand tightens on my breast while Wes’s slides between my thighs. My wiggling stops as Dean’s other hand grabs my leg, he throws it over his and spreads my thighs wide for Wes.

“Guys?” I moan as Wes’s other hand covers my mouth.

“Shh. Don’t want anyone hearing those sweets moans. Those belong to us,” Dean whispers in my ear. “Let Wes get you off. We all know how grumpy you are when you don’t get your morning orgasm.” He pulls on my nipple before rolling it between his fingers.

I gasp into Wes’s hand. Our eyes lock on each other as he works his fingers against my clit. Dean kisses my neck, his fingers on my thigh digging in, his hold possessive as always.

The loud banging I was hearing fades away and all I can think about is their hands on me as they push me closer and closer to orgasm. I can’t believe I’m already about to cum. We spent all night in bed after our little fight.

Well, it isn’t much of a fight when the two men you’re bickering with cut you off by either kissing you, putting their cocks in your mouth or making you scream with pleasure. These two never play fair. They kept at it until I passed out and for the life of me I can’t remember what we were even fighting about.

Dean’s leg wraps around me as his hand moves from my thigh down the crack of my ass. I wiggle my ass against him. Wes’s fingers on my clit move fast as Dean comes in from behind, thrusting two fingers inside me.

I throw my head back, my orgasm pushing down on me. Dean keeps thrusting while Wes works my clit, sending me over the edge. They wring my orgasm out as I fall limp between them. My eyes close and their hands move to cup my stomach, making me smile.

“Go back to sleep, little one. It’s still early.”

I mumble, liking that idea. Until another loud bang jolts me awake again.

“You two. What’s going on?”

I wiggle again, fighting a little harder to get out.