The Boys Who Loved Me - Krista Wolf Page 0,75

as the ‘pregnancy competition’, of which I was more than happy to be a willing participant.

“Either way,” I added, “whoever got me pregnant it’ll be a double-edged sword.”

“How’s that?”

“Well, once the baby is born and we figure out who the biological father is,” I said, “that person’s going to have to settle for condoms and blowjobs for a while. At least until I’m pregnant again by one of the others.”

It was a stipulation I had once we’d decided to start a family. I wanted three children, and it was only natural to want one from each of them. We could accomplish that easily enough, but it might take some restraint on their part.

“I could definitely live on a steady diet of your amazing blowjobs, but the others better get you pregnant fast when it’s their turn,” Warren whispered into my ear. His voice was low and tight. I knew what was coming. “That way we can all go back to this.”

He thrust forward one last time, then rolled his body against my ass like he was churning butter. Then I felt it go off; the slow, thunderous explosion deep inside me. Warren growled almost angrily as he came, shooting jet after jet of his thick, hot seed all the way into my womb.

“Fuck that’s hot,” I moaned, pulling tightly on his hair. “So fucking… fucking… ho--”

His orgasm triggered an explosive climax of my own, and one that came on rather unexpectedly. I’d just wanted him to enjoy. I’d placed my hands on the window and bent over seductively when he walked into the room, thinking I could give him something just for him.

Instead, it turned out to be something for the both of us.

Fuckkkk…

I rode out a deliciously long climax, then let my eyes flutter open. The nighttime city of Seattle was still there, sprawled gorgeously beneath us in an array of twinkling red and white lights.

“Damn, this weekend was a good idea.”

He punctuated the statement by pulling out of me, and giving my ass a firm SLAP! It was loud enough and hard enough to draw the attention of Luke, who’d just walked out of the master bedroom totally dressed to kill.

“Seriously?” he laughed. “You two haven’t gotten ready yet?”

We were supposed to be changing. Our dinner reservation was in less than an hour.

“Sorry man, she bent over.” Warren shrugged, as if that were all the explanation that was needed. “Couldn’t resist.”

“I thought maybe you were trying to still get her pregnant,” Luke laughed. “Because that ship has sailed. She’s already carrying my child.”

Warren flipped him off, then pulled up his boxers and disappeared into one of the bedrooms. Because the hotel didn’t have a bed big enough for all four of us, we’d had to rent a 3-bedroom suite.

Polygamy problems… I chuckled to myself.

I’d hiked my dress down already, but since Luke was standing I rolled it back up over my waist and put my hands back on the glass. Especially since he was looking so incredibly amazing in his black slacks and dark grey button-down shirt.

“You ah… want a turn?” I smirked over my shoulder, wriggling my ass his way.

I saw the pain in his eyes. The struggle between messing up his perfectly pleated slacks versus getting his rocks off inside my already hot, dripping wet pussy.

“Fuck yes,” he swore under his breath. “But can I get a raincheck? We’ve got… well…”

“A dinner reservation?” I chuckled.

“That, yes. But also—”

“Plans!” barked Adrian, stepping out of the third bedroom. He was dressed up as well, looking sharper than I’d ever seen him in my life. He wore a black silk shirt that clung to his well-muscled body, dark slacks and alligator shoes. His tattoos peeked out sexily, on his hands and above his collar.

“We have plans,” he repeated, twisting the locks on his cuff-links. I just couldn’t believe my eyes.

“Yeah, well if you guys keep dressing like that we’re not going to make it out of here,” I admonished them. “Because right now I want to strip you down and eat you alive.”

My eyes crawled hungrily, demanding my body take instant action. Somehow though, I convinced myself that a night’s worth of anticipation would only make the payoff even sweeter.

“How about a drink?” asked Luke.

“I… um…”

“Non-alcoholic, of course,” he winked.

Before I could answer he’d already popped a bottle of champagne that had been chilling in a big silver bucket. I hadn’t seen the champagne or the bucket before now.

He poured four glasses, just as the distant sound of the