Somehow in this fantasy I found an extra cock to wrap my hand around while I lie here, in the process.
Okay, so two Vikings.
Mmmmmm…
Yes, that’s better.
Troy’s groin goes flush with my ass. He’s deep inside me, chest molded to my back. So warm. He nibbles my shoulder, sliding in and out with slow full strokes.
Our sleeping King opens his eyes and lazily locks onto me.
“Morning, gorgeous. Having fun?”
I give his cock a squeeze and smile. “Morning.”
“Been awake long?”
I shiver with pleasure. “Few minutes.”
Troy groans, “Fuck,” as he builds to an orgasm that won’t wait much longer. His early erections aren’t patient.
Jack leans to reach me, our lips pressing together in a closed-mouthed kiss since we both like to brush our teeth first and haven’t yet had the chance. His hand wraps over mine, guiding my stroke.
Behind me, Troy snarls, giving over to his primal side. Each thrust feels like heaven as he fucks me faster, and I flex my pussy to send him flying into his abyss. Strong fingers grip my hip as he stiffens, the release beginning. His teeth latch onto my shoulder as his climax breaks free.
Jack groans, his cock hardening to perfection. We lock eyes, mine hooded with lust as he says, “Climb on top of me, Gorgeous.”
Troy pulls out and I do as I’m told.
Lucky.
Lucky.
Lucky.
Me.
Greedy.
Greedy.
Bitch that I am.
We have our fun, and I cum two times, partly from the sight of Jack under me, his head in the pillow, his sexy grimaces as we fuck reminding me how long I wanted him.
And now he’s mine.
Fucking turn on.
I’m washing up after, shower cascading down my oh-so-satisfied body, and a question springs to mind.
When exactly was my last period?!
Chapter Twenty-Eight
TROY
“Why was it so fucking hard to find a pregnancy test?!” I grumble, salty air shoved into my nostrils as I inhale frustration. “Feels like it’s been two days instead of two hours since she said she was late!”
Jack stands opposite me in the archway overlooking our private terrace. His arms are crossed, back against the wall. In more ways than one. “Because at this particular hotel they don’t want to think about pregnancy. Gets in the way of the fun.”
“Do you want a kid?”
His gaze is steady. “Do you?”
“Had crossed my mind, yeah.”
Sucking on his teeth, his eyes drift to the sea. “It hadn’t crossed mine. What kind of father would I be?”
The ‘I’ in that sentence lands. This has always been a ‘we’ thing since the three of us committed. But now I realize something for the first time — we can’t both have fathered this child…if there even is one. It’s a dumb omission my brain hadn’t considered until now.
What kind of father would he be?
He thinks it’s his.
If she’s pregnant.
I can see it in his eyes.
“You ever want to be a dad, Jack?”
“I’m not the type who settles down, you know that. Before Marion, I had my life mapped out as one solitary journey of my own making without hinderances.”
“You like kids?”
“Yeah.”
“You do?”
“Sure, but…”
When he doesn’t finish the sentence I prod him, “What?”
Staring off he says, “Never thought I deserved the privilege.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know, Troy.” He looks at me, eyes narrowing. “Sometimes I don’t think I’m a very good guy. Not a great role model. Too dark.”
“You’re my role model.”
“You’re already a man. How do I raise a boy? What about a girl? I’m made of stone.”
“Don’t know if that’s a bad thing,” I admit, raking my hair back. “I think kids need stability from their fathers, a rock they can count on. That’s what I had.”
“I didn’t.”
“So you became one, because that’s what you are now, right? Children need both, don’t they? Nurture and strength, what better foundation is that?” He doesn’t answer, but that’s fine because I’m talking to myself now, forging through the foggy ideas I’d never taken time to crystallize. With the possibility of Marion being pregnant with my child, a philosophy is taking shape like my own personal mission-statement. “Fathers provide the foundation that let’s a child know they’re safe. Nobody’s going to harm them when Dad’s around. And they learn quicker because they have someone to impress who isn’t as easy to please as a loving mother.”
“Unless they’ve got an abusive father like I had. Then they’re not even safe from him.”
“Are you going to be like him?”
“Never!”
“Then don’t worry about it. Or…worry enough that you never let it happen.”
“I’m nothing like him.” He looks back to the sea. “I’m not a violent man. I walk.”
“You can’t do that with a kid.”
After a beat he says, voice quieter, “I know.”
Going to the couch I prop my ass on the back and cut an impatient look to the bathroom door, then the white floor, noticing for the first time that there are no rugs. Too humid. “Maybe she’s not pregnant.”
“Maybe not.”
“Maybe it’s mine.”
“It isn’t,” he absently says.
I stare at the back of his head, and a spark flies onto embers I didn’t know were cooking — a need for something of my own in this threesome.
His income, experience, wisdom…they all eclipse mine. She defers to him more. Now that I think about it…she might even love him more.
He can’t dominate everything.
The door opens and Marion’s eyes are bloodshot, her voice hoarse as she says, “I’m pregnant.”
I rise up knowing one thing…
I need this baby to be mine.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
MARION
Holy shit I’m pregnant.
Alone in the bathroom I stare at the floor in shock, tears a puddle around bare feet.
The feet warped by ballet shoes.
Babies end careers.
Those months when I was laid up with a broken leg were torture. How could I possibly stop dancing for longer and have to raise a kid on top of that?
This isn’t happening.
What did you think, when you kept putting off renewing your birth control?
I quietly bark, “Shut up!” to my inner voice of reason. “If you’re so fucking smart, why didn’t you warn me, huh?”
Everyone knows unprotected sex gets you pregnant. Why’d I have to remind you of common knowledge just because you lacked common sense?
I hiss, “Oh, fuck off!” and open the door.
My boyfriends are lost in thought, staring in different directions — Troy at the white floor, Jack at the pretty view.