Kinko de Mayo (3 page)

“What about medication?”

“I’ve referred him to a psychiatrist who will do a full evaluation with the notes I’ve sent him. The man’s son is going to take him, so we know, at least, that he’ll go. Whether or not the man will even take any meds prescribed for him is a different matter entirely. He also still has his driver’s license and car, so he can go rounding stuff up to bring home.”

Ted pulled her close, lifting her T-shirt and pressing his face against her belly. “How’s Bubba doing in there today?” he asked.

“Oooh,” Mark said with a wince. “Don’t go there, bro.”

“Like I told Mark earlier,” she said, tapping Ted on the head, “I am pulling rank. He is
not
going to be a Bubba. I don’t care what the rest of you say.”

“Good luck convincing Dad of that,” Ted mumbled against her belly.

“Exactly. Which is why you three are going to back me up and not call him Bubba. Before he’s born or after he’s born, period.”

They hadn’t decided on a name yet. She had briefly thought about giving him “Edgar” as his middle name, in honor of her father, but the more she thought about that, the less she was inclined to do it. She’d loved her father, and with time and distance it was getting easier to let go of the anger she still harbored at him for his actions over the years, and her grief over his death without a chance to reconcile with him, but she wanted their son to have a fresh start in life.

Not be saddled with a reminder of a painful time.

She’d also nixed their—hopefully teasing—ideas of “Tarshua” and “Jarked,” blends of all three brothers’ first names.

Ted looked up at her. The brothers all resembled each other. Ted, the oldest, had brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes. “If we name him William we can call him Dub, short for W.”

“No.”

Josh laughed. “You’re just dying to get on her bad side for when she’s in the delivery room, aren’t you?”

“Not trying to,” Ted said, playfully smiling up at her. “I’m no masochist.” He hooked an arm around her, spinning her and pulling her down onto the bed on her back.

Before she could resist, he’d dropped to his knees on the floor and had his face pressed between her legs, his tongue zeroing in on her clit.

That was all she wrote. With her hormones a crazy mix, if one of them even looked at her sexily, it made her hotter than fuck, and the men loved it. She hadn’t reached the “big and cranky” phase yet, as Laura and Clarisse had both warned her about.

She spread her legs wide, her feet resting on the bed, her hands fisted in Ted’s hair as he speared her pussy with his tongue.

“Aaand, there she goes,” Josh joked, quickly stripping and joining her on the bed. He knelt over her head, his growing cock dangling over her mouth. She opened wide, moaning at the taste of him and the wonderful things Ted was doing to her clit and pussy.

Mark got naked again and climbed onto the bed on the other side, grabbing Essie’s free hand and putting it on his inflating cock. She slowly stroked his shaft as she licked and sucked Josh’s cock. Her mind spun off into a delightful haze that wasn’t quite subspace, but almost.

Close enough.

Mark and Josh played with her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples while Ted drove her toward her first orgasm.

“That’s it,” Josh gasped as she moaned around his cock. “Just like that, baby.” He plunged his other hand into her hair, fisting it as he rocked his hips, fucking her mouth now, taking over while Ted had her riding the coaster with her climaxes.

Mark put his other hand over hers on his cock, gently squeezing as he, too, took over. “Now you’re in trouble, baby,” he teased. “We’ve got you right where we want you.”

Where they wanted her was exactly where she wanted to be, too. She knew there wouldn’t be many days like this once their little bundle was born, so she wanted to take advantage of every sexy chance she could. Ted flicked and sucked on her clit, making her moan again around Josh’s hard cock, making him moan in response.

“Dammit, I love that so much. Prepare for lots of blow jobs and time spent with Señor Hitachi when you get too big to be comfortable with us fucking you. I could sit here all day with my cock in your mouth.”

“Well don’t take all day,” Mark said. “I want my load going down her throat, not all over the bed.”

Ted hooked his arms around her thighs, his tongue and mouth taking her up that mountain again. Once the men got her going, they could usually keep her there for a while, especially if they were using the vibrator on her at the same time. Today, she knew, it wouldn’t be a marathon.

If she was a lucky girl, she might get more action later, at the party.

Josh’s tangy pre-cum turned into a flood as he let out a groan and buried his cock deep in her mouth, making her race to swallow it all, every drop he pumped down her throat. She was in the middle of her own orgasm when he pulled out and Mark swapped with him, sliding his cock between her lips with a satisfied grunt.

“Oh, yeah. Muuuch better,” he said as he started fucking her mouth.

Ted was on a roll, now with two fingers buried inside her pussy, finger-fucking her with them as he worked her clit with his mouth. Her moans around Mark’s cock finally finished him off as he pumped his load of cum down her throat.

“Move,” Ted ordered, grabbing her by the hips and yanking her down to the end of the bed. He shoved his jeans and briefs off and immediately filled her with his cock. With her legs wrapped around him, he fucked her, hard, fast, shaking the whole bed until he exploded, his cock buried deep inside her as he fell still.

She smiled up at her men, who were now all staring down at her with satisfied smiles. “Great. Now I need another shower before we head over for the party.”

Tilly glanced at her phone. It was four thirty, and Landry had Cris bent over the spanking bench in their personal playroom, working a large butt plug into his ass.

“Can’t you do this at their house?” she called down to him. “We told them we’d be there around five, and we’re going to be late.”

“Patience, love,” Landry called back. “Almost finished. Won’t be but a moment.”

“Why do you guys have to wait until the last damn minute to start this kind of shit? You’re really starting to piss me off.”

“Don’t blame Cris, love. I’m the sadist, you know.”

She leaned against the kitchen counter. Normally, she’d enjoy helping participate in whatever kinky diversions Landry had up his sleeve for the evening.

But they were going.

To.

Be.

Late.

And she hated that.

Haaated it.

With a fervent passion.

If they told someone they’d be somewhere at a certain time, that was the time she liked to arrive. And while, yes, she could explain to these particular friends exactly what caused the hold-up and they wouldn’t even bat an eye over it, it wasn’t exactly the kind of excuse she wanted to issue, either.

Finally, five minutes later, the men emerged from the playroom. After a quick stop by the hall bathroom to wash up, they joined her in the foyer. The loaner play equipment they were bringing was already stowed in her SUV, put there earlier before the men had grabbed their showers.

Cris didn’t even look the worse for wear. “Why did you wait until the last minute?” she asked Landry.

“I simply forgot to do it after our showers, love.” He pulled her in for a long, sweet, sexy kiss that almost—
almost
—made her forget why she was irritated at him.

Almost.

But not quite.

“Let’s
go
,” she said, yanking the door open. “I should have just left you guys behind ten minutes ago and made you drive separately.”

“Heh,” Cris joked. “She said behind.”

She wheeled around. “
Seriously
?”

Cris grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and kissed her, bending her back, making her forget why she’d been aggravated at Cris in the first place.

Mostly.

When he let her loose, she wobbled a little on her feet. Now that she’d finally felt more comfortable submitting to Cris again, not quite back to their former Master and slave dynamic, but close to it, he sometimes took advantage to smooth things over with their fiery, switchy lady.

Landry smirked, amused by the exchange. “Ready, love?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Then shall we go?”

She turned and headed for the SUV. “Damn sadists,” she muttered under her breath.

* * * *

Landry made a point of pointing out to Tilly that, despite being five minutes late, they were still the first guests to arrive.

“Even Essie and her men aren’t here yet,” Landry said. “And they live just down the block.”

She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Watch out, or that tongue might end up somewhere.”

She crinkled her nose at him. “I thought Cris was your whipping boy for tonight.” Said whipping boy was unloading the SUV and helping Max and Sean get the play furniture set up.

“Perhaps he is, and perhaps he isn’t the only one.”

She looked up at him. “I’m not in a get-beat mood tonight, buddy. Sorry.”

He cocked his head, studying her. “Are you all right, love?”

“Fine. Peachy.”

There went the arched eyebrow. He laced his fingers through hers and led her out onto the lanai, where they would be able to talk alone.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“Just the baby explosion again,” she muttered. “I’ll get over it like I did that day with Loren. I just…it still gets to me.”

He pulled her in close. “Still struggling with that decision?”

She let herself relax in his embrace. Yes, Landry was a helluva sadist.

He was also a helluva husband.

“I know I should just get it done and get it over with,” she whispered against his chest, “but it feels like I’m giving up and giving in if I do.”

He buried his face in her hair. “It’s your decision, sweetheart. But the doctor did say it would end your pain. Cris and I don’t mind striping your ass, but it tears us up inside when you’re hurting in the bad way, and we can’t fix it. I’m not blind. It’s getting worse with every month that passes.”

“I know.”

“Then don’t think of it as giving up and giving in. Think of it as taking control and taking your life back. Let Cris and I take care of you for a change. You take excellent care of us. Let us be at your beck and call for a few weeks or however long it takes for recovery.”

For a sadist, he really did have a sweet, gooey center that only she and Cris usually got to see.

“I’m still thinking about it.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I know you wanted children. And if you still want them, we can always pursue other avenues. Surrogacy, adoption. Whatever you want.”

“I wanted my life not to be fucked up by that monster when I was a kid,” she whispered against him.

His embrace tightened around her. “Love, were it in my power, he would disappear from the face of the planet by my own hands. I hate seeing you so miserable, and I’m helpless to make this better for you.”

“Some things can’t be made better,” she quietly said. “Sometimes they can only be made right.”

“You have shouldered so much of this burden alone, on your own. Let us in. Let us support you in this. Let’s go back to the doctor one last time and let her talk to all three of us. It is, obviously, your decision. But Cris and I want to be there for you, by your side.”

“You’d think since I’m such a tough bitch, that a fairly routine surgery like that wouldn’t scare the fuck out of me.”

“Is it the surgery that scares you, or the decision?”

She snuggled just a tiny bit closer to him. “Yes,” she whispered. “It’s final. It’s done, and there’s no going back. And I can’t seem to force myself to make that decision.”

Cris stuck his head out through the sliders. “Everything all right?”

Landry crooked a finger at him to join them, holding out an arm to include him in their embrace. He filled Cris in.

Cris kissed the top of her head. “Redbird,” he said, his tone all Cris the Master and not Cris, Landry’s slave. “We’ve had this discussion. I love you.
We
love you. If you’re in pain and this is something that can take away your pain, then let the doctor do it. It’s not giving in. You aren’t that teenaged girl anymore. This is us, your men. We love you, and we’re telling you that we’re okay with you getting the hysterectomy if it’ll stop your pain every month.”

She didn’t want to break down crying. It was bad enough she felt like she was wussing out like this at their friends’ party. This was an at-home kind of conversation, one that should be held in private, not out on someone else’s lanai during a Kinko De Mayo party.

“I know,” she said.

“Then like he said, make another appointment. We’ll go with you, we’ll all talk to the doctor, and then we’ll make the decision together. Okay?”

She let out a heavy, leaden sigh. “Okay.”

Landry, then Cris, kissed her. “I never want you to do anything that’s not in your best interests,” Landry said. “But as you often told me during my own treatments, just because I don’t like it doesn’t mean I don’t need it.”

“That’s not fair, using my own logic and words against me,” she said.

He smiled. “I’m a sadist. Who ever said anything about me being fair?”

Leah stared out the car window as Seth drove.

“You sure you’re feeling all right, babe?”

“I’m fine.” She turned to look at him. “Like I said, it’s just one of those little moods. It’ll pass. It’s not a bad thing.”

She loved Seth to death for how he loved her and took care of her, but this was just one of those things. It wasn’t anything he could fix for her.

It was better that he couldn’t. Some things she could process her way through, in her own time.

Tonight would be about letting loose, having fun, enjoying her friends. Life was short, damned short, something she sadly knew all too well.