Double Score
They take turns fucking me—loving me—spilling themselves into my body, and I greedily suck in every last drop, not even thinking about the fact that I forgot to take my birth control the last few nights.
When Ryan pulls out, his fat cock is a sticky mess of cum, and that’s when I have to say something, “I haven’t taken my birth control at all this week. I don’t know what happened…I never forget.”
It’s not an excuse, but I’ve been preoccupied with work, and each night I’ve come home and the guys have fucked me to the point of exhaustion, claiming that they can’t stand being away from me.
Ryan’s eyes
flick between Grant and me. “You might get pregnant from this?”
“I don’t know, I guess it’s a possibility.”
“Is that something you want?” Grant asks. “To have our baby?”
A year ago, I would’ve said hell no because I wasn’t ready for a family. But today, surrounded by the overwhelming love of these two men—my best friends, my lovers—my answer can only be, “Yes.”
“We won’t know who the father is,” Grant says, kissing the inside of my wrist and then my chest before finding my lips.
I shrug. “It doesn’t matter who the father is because we’re in this together.”
“And I’ll love this baby as if it were my own no matter what,” Ryan says, looking at Grant. “Because I love both of you.”
“I love you,” Grant mouths to Ryan. “I love you, too, sweet girl,” he says, shoving a pillow under my ass.
I watch as he and Ryan wipe the cum from my thighs and push it back inside me. “What are you doing?”
Grant looks up. “We don’t want to waste the baby batter.”
I giggle. “Baby batter? You know, I could forget about the pills altogether, and you could just keep fucking me and filling me up.”
Ryan grabs my legs, flipping me over so that my ass is perched in the air. “That’s the best idea you’ve ever had.”
And they do.
They spend the next several hours making love to me and fucking me, filling me up with their seed over and over until there’s no room left in my body. Evidence of our lovemaking overflows, running down my ass, coating my inner thighs, and I keep taking it—taking them—because the thought of carrying their child brings me more excitement than any soccer goal ever did.
Epilogue
Emma
Three months later
“Hey, baby, what are you doing?” Grant says, standing in front of me.
I look around him, trying to see the TV. “Watching a movie. And it’s at the best part, so you need to move.” Grant rolls his eyes but sits down.
Ryan walks into the room and sits on the other side of me. “You’ve seen this movie a thousand times.”
“I know, but this is the best part. This is where it all comes together.” Tears gather in my eyes. “Look,” I cry, pointing at the TV. “He’s going to ask her to marry him. It just doesn’t get any better than this.”
“What if she says no?” Grant asks.
I shake my head and sniff. “She can’t. She loves him. He’s her soulmate. She would rather die than live without him.”
“But they’re standing in the middle of a field,” Ryan says. “There’s nothing fancy or romantic about that.”
“It doesn’t matter where he’s at when he proposes. What matters is that he loves her more than life itself. He’s so in love with her that he can’t wait another second to ask her to marry him.”
“We were hoping you’d say that,” Ryan says, dropping to one knee in front of me.