Chapter 154: I Want More Children
“How did you find out about Johnny and Amaka?” I asked, trying to ignore the intense feeling of need that just hit me. I wanted her to enjoy her food before Justin, and most likely me as well, devoured her tonight.
“From the moment they saw each other, you could feel the need coming off them. They were nothing but professional around me, but it was kind of like when I met you and Justin for the first time. I could see how much you wanted each other,” she said, licking her spoon in a way that probably wasn’t supposed to be sexy, but I was about to cum in my pants. I stared at her mouth as she took another bite.
“The kind of how you were looking at me right now,” she added in a sexy voice. I bit my bottom lip and raised my eyes to meet hers. Her breath caught, and she dropped her spoon.
“Maybe we should go upstairs,” I said, my voice coming out a lot deeper than intended.
She nodded and hurriedly stood up. I grabbed the food and followed her out of the room. I put it away and double-checked the doors before heading upstairs. I would clean up later. I took the stairs two at a time, and when I got to our room, I found Justin stripping her. He was being so frantic, and it had her giggling.
“Justin,” she whimpered when he gave up and ripped her dress open.
She wasn’t upset by it, just kind of shocked, and I was shocked too. Ripping clothes off was my thing. I stepped back and leaned against the door as I watched him crash her mouth into his. The way she melted into him was sexy as f ck, but I wasn’t ready to join in. I just wanted to watch for now. She reached for his clothes and pulled his shirt over his shoulder. She dropped to her knees and pulled her shirt down. She pushed him back a little so that he was sitting on the edge of the tub and took his d ck into her mouth. He dropped his head back and groaned, fisting her hair in his hands.
“F*ck, baby. That feels amazing.” He groaned, using his hand to guide her back and forth.
I was completely hard; it was almost painful standing there and watching. His eyes met mine, and the smile he gave me was intoxicating.
“Are you going to just stand over there, or are you going to join us?” he asked with a moan.
The next few hours, Justin and Donald took turns pleasuring me. It was as if they hadn’t seen me in days, not mere hours. By the time midnight rolled around, I was spent and limp from multiple orgasms, and Justin was now in the process of giving me a much-needed foot massage while I laid on Donald’s chest. We had already taken another shower and changed the cum-soaked bedsheets. He was enjoying the foot rub more than I was, I’m not saying that it was bad, but he was really into it.
“You can always come by the office if you need to see me during the day. I won’t be upset,” I said to him. He smiled softly and kissed my ankle.
“Most likely, I will,” he replied without hesitation.
“Are you tired?” He asked, his face growing serious, and I shook my head. I was a night owl.
“What are your thoughts on marriage?” He asked, and my eyebrows shot up, and I looked up at Donald. He smiled softly and kissed my forehead.
“I don’t know, I haven’t thought about it. What are your thoughts?” I asked him. He looked over my shoulder and at Donald before responding.
“I want more children,” he mumbled.
“Wait, do you want more children?” He asked me. I loved that he already considered Emily his child.
“That is good, we want more children and obviously unless we adopt. But we would need you to have them, so to protect them and you if one of us marries you.”
I thought about it; if I had a child with one of them, that child would already be protected no matter who the biological father was.
“I don’t need protection. Both of you have legacies to uphold and to pass on to your children. I think you guys should marry,” I muttered, and a look of apprehension crossed his face, and his eyes flickered to Donald, and the look turned into worry. Donald’s arms instinctively tightened around me.
“I don’t know,” he said softly, looking back at my feet. I pulled my leg down and moved so that I could look at both of them.
“Why did you both just react to what I said in not a good way?” I asked. They exchanged another look before Donald spoke up.
“Baby girl, if Justin and I married, would those feelings you had come back up?” He asked slowly. It took me a second to realize what he was referring to.
They thought that if they married, I would be jealous and feel left out. They had every right to feel that way because of how I was feeling just a few days ago, but I didn’t anymore. Not after our conversation.
“No, I am happy, content, and in love, and I know nothing will change that,” I said, and they both stared at me for a long time before looking at each other.
The looks on their faces were priceless, and they were also so adorable. Justin needed a haircut, or he would be out here with a man bun like his brother Griffin. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, resting my hand on his shoulder. I ran my other hand over Donald’s chest and then wrapped my arm around, pulling both of them into me. We hugged for a while, Justin turning his face into my neck and inhaling my scent.
Today was the longest we have spent apart since the hospital, and I could tell he was dealing with separation anxiety. Usually, we share an extended meal together and would stick around the office to be with both of them or one of them individually. It was sad that he was feeling so overwhelmed that I had been gone, but a small part of me was relieved that he couldn’t bear to be apart from me for this long. I didn’t know what Donald was feeling because he seemed much more composed, but that was him. Justin wore his emotions on his sleeve, which I was okay with.
“Just promise you will take my last name like Justin will,” Donald stated after a while. Justin shuddered and gripped onto us tighter. He loved the idea.
“I promise,” I said with a giggle.
These men were so possessive, and I loved it. We fell asleep shortly after, and I woke up to the smell of bacon and something sweet filling the air. I could tell I was in bed alone; it was early, and I instantly regretted staying up so late. Justin walked in the room with only his tight boxers on, and he looked delicious. His lean body looked tighter this morning, and his abs more pronounced; he must have worked out this morning.
“Good morning, babe,” he said with a smile and a cup of coffee in his hand.
“Sorry we kept you up so late,” he said, and I sat up and took the extended cup of coffee from his hand.
He has the top-of-the-line espresso and cappuccino machine, and I thanked God for it every day.
“Good morning,” I said, my voice betraying me. He smiled again; he looked so giddy this morning, and I didn’t know why.
“You want to f*ck?” He asked with a cocky grin, and I choked on my coffee.
I laughed but then realized he was serious, and I looked at the clock. I would already be cutting it close at this rate, and I could see he was already hard and ready through his boxers.
“Do you think we f ck too much?” I asked. He feigned hurt but laughed as he stood and pulled down his boxers. His d ck sprang out and was sitting in full attention.
I put the coffee mug down and pulled the blanket off me. I slept naked most of the time, and he climbed over me and settled between my legs, kissing my neck. He was acting so strange, but I wouldn’t complain, at least not yet.
“Before I do this, I noticed you don’t have any more birth control pills,” he said into my neck as the realization that I hadn’t taken it in a few days hit me hard.
He trailed his tongue down to my nipple and sucked on it. I gasped.
“Justin, that is not good,” I said, pushing at his shoulder.
“What if…” my words faded as his tongue made it down to my torso and then between my parted legs, and he sucked my cl*t into his mouth.
“Oh f*ck,” I groaned, my back arching up.
He slid one arm up and splayed his hands between my breasts and pressed me down into the mattress. Dammit, I was loving this side of him. He ate me out so thoroughly that I thought I would cum ten times instead of just one.
When I came down from my high, he was looking up at me, a gleam in his eyes. He crawled back up my body and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his mouth. He spread my legs apart and teased my entrance with his d*ck, but he didn’t push in. He was waiting for my permission.
But was I okay with the idea that I could get pregnant at any time?