“No wonder little man likes it so much,” he said, before kissing her again. “Feel okay?” He gently withdrew, immediately missing her warmth wrapped around him.
“Mmm-hmm,” she whispered as she stroked his shoulders. “Whit will probably wake soon.”
“Let’s get you to bed so you can rest then,” Kendry said as he helped her up from the couch.
She looked incredibly beautiful in the firelight as he went to her, bracketing her backside as Kendry embraced her from the front.
“You two are good for my ego,” she said as she looked from him to his brother. “The way you look at me makes me feel beautiful. I could…”
“You could what?” Kendry asked as he nuzzled her throat.
“I could get used to this very easily. Probably too easily,” she replied as she wrapped an arm around Kendry’s shoulders and then reached back to him and stroked the back of his neck. “Thank you. I don’t deserve such wonderful men.”
“You do,” Jared said in a rough voice.
“I don’t, but I wouldn’t change a thing, regardless of how this turns out.”
Jared just shook his head, knowing it would take time for her to believe that this wasn’t a short term thing between them. He’d do his damnedest to make sure she understood and believed it with time.
Chapter Nine
Whit shifted in his seat, or maybe it was his slight intake of breath that woke Presley Ann. She didn’t move at first, trying to orient herself in the room. She wasn’t at home. With a smile, she remembered why. The warmth of two strong men surrounded her. Men who’d made love to her last night until she’d climaxed to within an inch of her life. As she took in a slow deep breath, she inhaled their scents and a shiver of joy rippled down her spine.
Taking stock of her position, she eased out from between them, careful to not knee or jab either of them with her elbows. She scooted to the end of the bed, realizing she had nothing to cover up with. Her clothing was probably still in the living room, and she couldn’t recall where her overnight bag had gotten to during the evening.
The fire Kendry had lit for them in the small bedroom fireplace had reduced to red embers. Moving quietly, she poked at the coals and added a couple of small mesquite logs and then went to Whit. She smiled at him as he looked up at her in the dim light. She grabbed the blanket that was draped over the recliner they’d placed him in and wrapped it around her to stay warm. Whit didn’t care if she was naked underneath so neither did she. She tried to be quiet as she pulled the Velcro closures loose on his seat and, discovering that his diaper was soaked to full capacity, she changed him quickly, got him back in his plush sleeper, and then climbed into the recliner with him.
“Hey, sugar bear,” she whispered as he rooted and made little hungry sounds as she got them settled. “Such a good boy for Mama. Here you go.” He latched on and she sent a thankful prayer heavenward because she’d been engorged almost painfully. He took in a deep shaky breath as she cuddled him and then began gulping as Mother Nature got her groove on.
In the large bed nearby, two wonderful men who seemed to care an awful lot about her slumbered on after making love to her. And they wanted her, and her baby, to be there in the morning. Would she ever get over the sensation she didn’t deserve the happiness that filled her heart?
Whit’s little hand was warm on the swell of her breast and the overwhelming happiness made her flush all over. To feel this happy, this blessed, was something she wouldn’t have believed the day she found out she was expecting. Realizing Whit was struggling to keep up, she slid another pillow beneath her elbow to lift his head so he wouldn’t choke as the rush of milk got a little ahead of what he could handle.
As the feeding tsunami subsided, she pulled the soft blanket closer around her shoulders and laid her head back to gaze into the fire. She didn’t know where this thing with them was going. She didn’t know if they would want to deal with her long term, once the newness of the relationship had worn off, and didn’t know if they could handle having a growing baby that wasn’t theirs underfoot. She didn’t even know if she could handle it, because she’d never had a long term relationship. But she wanted one with them, she realized. It wasn’t because of the comfort she felt in their home, the luxury of nursing before a fire, the beauty of the surrounding land or the river nearby. It was the men sleeping just a few feet away. Just to be near them. To have something that lasted. To be with men who looked at her and could see her true heart and her desire to make something of herself, even if she was getting a late start.