STORY EXCERPT

Nevvie Kinsey-Paulson lay on the exam table and stared at the ultrasound screen where her ob-gyn, Dr. Fagen, had just highlighted two blurry shapes.

I wish Tommy and Tyler were here. “Twins?” Nevvie asked again, for confirmation.

I can’t have heard her right.

She nodded. “Twins.”

Crap.

Tom’s sister, Karen Kinsey, sitting on one side of Nevvie, giggled.

Dr. Fagen continued. “My guess is you’ll be due around January 20, based on what I’m seeing here and their measurements and level of development. That’s the best date I can give you since you don’t remember the exact date of your last period. With twins, however, it’s not uncommon for them to come early.”

Karen continued to giggle. “Twins!”

“This isn’t funny,” Nevvie said as she tried to absorb the news. So much had happened in the past couple of months. During their recent cross-country RV trip, Nevvie had reconnected with her adopted mother, Mary, and her two half brothers, Jacob and Kyle. She used the information when they returned home to find her birth parents, John and Kelly.

Her family had grown. Unfortunately, she also found out upon their return that Alex LaRogue, the man who had almost killed her, had been released from prison on parole and was now at large.

Which was why she was now hiding out in Savannah at Peggy’s, instead of at home with her men.

I don’t know how much more I can take.

“No, you’re right,” Karen agreed with a snort. “It’s not just funny. It’s hysterical.”

“Karen, don’t pick on her,” Peggy Kinsey gently chastised. Peggy was actually Tom’s mom, but Nevvie and Tyler had long ago adopted her as their mom. “She’s already stressed out enough as it is.”

Nevvie looked at Peggy and didn’t miss the pleased smile on her face.

“Et tu, Mom?”

“Well, it’s not like you’re giving birth to a litter of kittens or puppies, sugar. And twins do run in our family. Danny and Elle, for example. And two of my sisters had twins, as did a couple of my aunts. I’m surprised none of my brood were twins.”

Still stunned by the news, Nevvie stared at the screen.

“Nev, listen,” Peggy said. “You have Tommy and Tyler, and Andrew, and me, and your mom and dad and everyone else to help out. You don’t just have a village to help you with these babies. You’ve got half the damn Eastern Seaboard between Florida and Savannah who will pitch in.”

Nevvie couldn’t take her eyes off the screen. Twins.

Not one, but two babies she now had to protect from Alex LaRogue, in addition to her young sons, Mikey and Adam.

“I need to go talk to Ben Jones,” Nevvie said. She’d meant to do it a few days earlier, but finding out she was pregnant had shoved the errand out of her mind. Then, with a houseful of guests and the Fourth of July holiday weekend, and concern about what the ob-gyn would say about her baby…babies, she corrected herself, she hadn’t thought about it since.

Peggy burst out laughing. “Ben Jones? Well, that’s sure one heck of a segue, hon.”

She looked up at Peggy. “Can we go talk to him today? Do you think he’s home?” He was Peggy’s next-door neighbor. A widower, he wanted to move back up north to be near his family and had expressed interest in selling his house and property.

Peggy’s brow furrowed. “Okay, I said this before and I’ll say it again. Don’t let your worry about Alex being out there somewhere on the loose drive you into making a rash decision. I’m happy to have you and the boys living with me. There’s plenty of room. I’d be happy with you living next door, too. If you want to buy a house up here, that’s fine. Just don’t buy the first thing you see because you’re afraid.”

“Did I miss something?” Dr. Fagen asked.

Karen spoke up so Nevvie didn’t have to. “Her ex was in jail for attacking her. They let him out on parole a couple of weeks ago, but he hasn’t checked in yet. There’s a new warrant out for his arrest because of it. Nevvie’s been talking about them moving up here permanently from Tampa. He’s not a nice guy.”

“Ah.”

Peggy chimed in. “We’ll contact Nevvie’s ob-gyn down in Tampa and have him send up her records. She’ll need a planned C-section due to complications when she had Mikey.”

Nevvie turned back to the ultrasound screen and stared at it, letting Mom and Karen take over. All she wanted to do was focus on her babies.

“Sounds like a plan,” Dr. Fagen said. “With twins, it increases the risk a little, so I’ll want to see you in here more frequently than you probably were used to with your first two pregnancies.”

“Did I hurt them?” Nevvie asked. “I’ve had wine. And I took stuff for my headaches and upset stomach because I didn’t know I was pregnant.”

“If it’ll put your mind at ease, we can run the full battery of tests,” Dr. Fagen said. “I seriously doubt a few glasses of wine and some ibuprofen hurt them, considering all the women I’ve seen over the years who did a lot worse during their pregnancies. You don’t smoke, you don’t do drugs, you’re in great health, and your vital signs are all normal. What might hurt your babies is you stressing yourself to death over them. I’d write you a prescription for relaxation if I could.”

Nevvie spotted the doctor’s kind smile. Her other doctor had accepted her relationship with Tom and Tyler without hesitation or question. She liked that this doctor had also seemed unfazed by her nontraditional poly triad relationship. “Okay. Let’s do it. Everything.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Nevvie let Kelly drive the three of them home even though she hadn’t had anything to drink. She hoped Tyler and Tom were still awake. Happily, she found them stretched out in bed and watching a movie on TV.

She stripped naked and crawled into bed with them. “Hi.”

“Hi, sugar,” Tom said. “You all right?” He wore an amused look.

“I’m fine,” she said as she settled between them.

Tyler rolled to face her. “Do I detect a bit of friskiness, love?”

“Maaaaybe,” she said. After watching the three male strippers strut their stuff, she’d left frisky in the dust hours earlier. Between the stripper show and her hormones, she was damn horny.

Tom also rolled to face her. He’d had surgery to fix his broken nose and the last of the bruises and scars from that had just faded. He slipped his hand between her legs. “Oh, she’s wet, all right,” he said.

“Ah,” Tyler said. “So our sweet pet wants a good fucking. Is that it?”

“Maaaaybe,” she said, grinning. Her baby belly wasn’t so big yet that she couldn’t enjoy herself. In a few months, she’d be so big she wouldn’t want either man to touch her and might consider castrating them herself.

“What did y’all do at that bridal shower to get you so wound up?” Tom playfully asked.

“You don’t want to know,” she said, moaning as his finger parted her labia and slipped inside her wet pussy.

“Don’t be so sure about that, baby girl,” Tom said. “Anything that’s got you this hot and bothered has my interest.”

“Oh, really?” Tyler asked. He also put his hand between her legs and started probing with his talented fingers. He homed in on her swollen clit and started rubbing. “Ah, you’re right, Thomas. She’s wet and ready for a good, hard fucking.”

“Duh,” Nevvie said, snickering.

Tom added a second finger to her pussy and began finger-fucking her. “Does our little slave want us to fuck her brains out?”

“Uh-huh!” Now that her morning sickness had completely gone, she was horny as hell nearly fifty percent of the day.

The other fifty percent she was atomically hormonal, and was glad Peggy had the guns locked up so she couldn’t use them at her whim on her loving husbands.

“Oh, Thomas,” Tyler said. “I do believe we have a little slave ready and willing to be fucked senseless.”

“Uh-huh!”

Tyler slipped a hand into her hair, gently fisting it and using it as a convenient handhold to keep her in place while he kissed her. Kiss meaning he slipped his tongue into her mouth and fucked her with it, exploring and tasting and getting her even hornier than she’d been before she crawled into bed with them.

Tom pulled his fingers from her pussy and found her right breast. He played with her nipple, turning it into a rigid peak and making her clit throb as her pussy clenched with need.

She flexed her hips against Tyler. “Please!”

Tyler nipped her lower lip. “Your collar is at home, my sweet little slave, but I suppose you don’t need it to service your Masters, do you?”

“No, Sir!” she said.

“Good girl,” Tom cooed in her ear. He pinched her right nipple, making her squirm with pleasure before his hand moved to her left and started giving it similar torment.

Tyler eased her onto her back and moved down the bed. He pushed her thighs apart. “I think I know what our little slave wants, Thomas,” he said, “but you’d better keep her quiet.”

“With pleasure,” Tom said. He sat up, then swung a leg over her. He settled over her face, his stiffening cock within reach of her lips. She opened her mouth and tried to flick her tongue over his slit, but he shifted out of reach. “Not yet, baby girl. Open.”

She did.

He pulled his cock out of the way and settled over her with his balls in her mouth. She eagerly laved her tongue over them, knowing he loved it, wanting to make him come.

Meanwhile, Tyler had nuzzled in between her thighs and spread her labia with his thumbs. When his sweet tongue swiped up her clit, she loudly moaned around Tom’s balls.

“Oh, fuck!” Tom said. “Do that again, Ty.”

Tyler did, garnering the same results and making Tom moan. Apparently unable to stand it any longer, he rose up and bumped her lips with his cock.

She eagerly opened her mouth and sucked him in. “That’s it, baby girl,” he whispered. “Do your magic.”

Between her thighs, Tyler not only used his tongue, but his fingers on her. He inserted three fingers inside her while his tongue did deliciously evil things to her clit.

Nevvie closed her eyes and let pleasure drown her. Her men knew exactly what to do to her body to melt her. Boring?

Never.

When Tyler changed the game and pressed a finger into her ass, she exploded. Her loud moans around Tom’s cock triggered his climax.

“Goddamn!” he grunted as she felt his hands hit the bed on either side of her head to brace himself. Hot jets of his cum squirted into her mouth. She swallowed, trying to keep up and barely managing it. After a minute, he rolled off her before he kissed her deeply.

“You are so good, baby girl,” he whispered before kissing her again.

Tyler propped himself up on his elbows. “Is our sweet little slave ready for a good, hard fucking?” he asked.

“Uh-huh!” That felt like a good answer. And syllabically, it was the only answer she could provide that made any sense.

Her men were particularly adept at short-circuiting her brain.

Tyler flipped her over onto her hands and knees.