He turned and kissed her palm.
“I’m pleased you finally remember. I was starting to feel awful about the whole thing,” Mitch said. “I hated the thought of us taking advantage of you.”
“I think I took advantage of you,” Leah said, reaching down to cup his length in her palm.
“That’s not how I remember it.” Chase caressed her hip and then dipped down into her pussy. His fingers teased open her lips, grazing her clit. Leah bit her lip to stop herself from screaming.
“Please,” she said.
“Please, what?” Mitch asked.
“Please don’t tease me. I couldn’t stand it.”
He reached down pinching a nipple. Mitch took her lips as Chase opened her thighs to slide inside her heat. His cock was rock hard as it slid along her pussy walls. He filled her so completely. She whimpered pushing against him. Her ass was nestled in the curve of his pelvis.
“You’re still so tight. I can’t wait until you’re so full. I think you’ll look hot with your stomach full. Your tits will be huge,” Chase said.
She moaned as he pulled out of her only to plunge back inside. He took her slowly, his thrusts going deeper with each thrust. Mitch played wither her body. His hands were on her breasts then moved down to her pussy. Leah cried out when he sucked on her nipples drawing the bud between his teeth.
The pleasure they were creating was driving her over the edge. This was way better than any dream. She was able to touch and really feel what they were doing to her body.
“I love you,” she said on a gasp.
Mitch brought her to orgasm as Chase filled her with his release. He held her in his tight grip refusing to let her go.
He eased out of her, and Mitch kissed her deeply. She opened her legs for him. He slid inside, holding her tightly. The passion between them was magical. He held her down underneath him, loving her in every way he could.
Chase stroked her hair.
She’d never felt so complete in her whole life. It was like a dream come true.
Chapter Eleven
Life didn’t get any easier with their business. Starting up their own business proved to be time-consuming. Not only did they keep long hours, but they had no choice in the hours they worked. Getting their business off the ground was far more difficult than any of the three had expected. Chase and Mitch worked long hours while she continued to work as a receptionist. Leah kept her appointments with her midwife even though her men couldn’t attend most of them. They’d been with her on the first one and when she found out the sex of her baby. She was having a little boy.
She’d been asked if she wanted a paternity test. Leah refused, explaining her situation to the midwife. The older woman hadn’t minded the situation and continued to see her. Her mother rang her all the time. Leah loved hearing her voice. Some of the nights she was alone as Mitch and Chase tried to get their name out there, so her mother’s phone calls were welcome.
With Mitch and Chase out, she spent a great deal of time painting her son’s nursery. Leah didn’t mind the demands of their business. She remembered how much they’d talked about it when they were growing up.
Into the third month of her pregnancy, she had finally picked a colour to paint the walls. She decided on a vanilla colour. The lightness would make the room feel larger. She opened the tin of paint on a Friday night. Leah had become used to the quiet in their apartment.
She whistled a tune while she ran the brush up and down the walls in one smooth action. The ceiling would have white clouds with a blue sky peeking out. She wanted her son to look up into something with texture rather than a plain white wall.
Leah climbed the ladder and was painting around the light bulb when the sound of the door echoed around the small room. She heard Mitch’s and Chase’s voices.
“Leah, where are you?” Mitch called out to her.
“In the nursery,” she said. “If you can remember where it is,” she muttered to herself.
“What the hell are you doing?” Chase asked, charging into the room. He stood at the bottom of the ladder.”
“I’m painting my son’s nursery.”
“No, you’re fucking not. You could have fallen. You’d put yourself and the baby at risk for some stupid ceiling?” He lifted his hands up to her.
She saw red. Grabbing the tub of paint she poured the little amount left inside over his head.
He moved out of the way as she came down. When her two feet were on the floor, she poked his chest. “I would never put our baby in harm’s way. You’re gone for most of the day and night. Our son will not be coming home to a half-finished room. It will be ready for him, and if you don’t like that, tough.”