“You did?” Carla asked.
A second later, there was a knock at the door.
When I opened it, Robin stood there.
I let out a cry and looked at her stomach.
“Don’t say it,” she said. “If one more person says I popped I will scream.”
“You look beautiful,” I said. “You’re glowing, Robin.”
“Thanks,” she said.
She came into the apartment.
Faye cheered for Robin’s belly.
Carla…
“You popped,” she said. “I don’t care. I’ll say it. And, hey, how’s pregnancy sex?”
“Good to see you too, Carla,” Robin said.
“Listen,” I said. “I want the four of us to be here. In this. We have a chance to write music and record it. If it sounds good enough, Ernie said he has friends that can get us into a real studio. Robin should be part of it.”
“I can’t do shows,” she said. “Or I shouldn’t do shows.”
“You tell us what you want to do,” I said. “I just don’t want you left out.”
“Look at how fucking cool this woman is,” Faye said. “She gets us a free apartment. Her super-hot guy does everything to make sure we can record stuff. And her first instinct is to call Robin.”
“That’s why we love her,” Carla said.
“This is pretty cool,” Robin said. “I could use time out of the apartment. Fritz won’t stop talking about all the ways the baby can get hurt. He wants to put metal bars over the windows. I think he thinks the baby is going to come out and just start walking. Or sticking its tongue into an outlet…”
“Tell him to stick his tongue somewhere and shut up,” Carla said.
“I second that,” Faye said.
“I third it,” I said.
“Emily, you wild one,” Carla said. “Please tell me you have the hottest guy in the world and his tongue is like a built-in sex toy…”
“I hate you,” Faye said.
“What?” I asked. “Dozer doesn’t…”
“He does,” Faye said. “But, you know, it’s like… color in the lines, dude… you know?”
“No,” I said.
“He licks my legs,” Faye said. “My clit is not at my inner thigh.”
“You poor thing,” Carla said. “I’ll get you one of those pointers… or a laser pen. You can just point to your clit.”
“Maybe he’ll act like a cat to the laser pen,” Robin said. “Attack where the red dot is…”
I snorted and laughed so hard I had to sit down.
All I pictured was Dozer - this gigantic hulk of muscle - prancing on all fours like a cat, with his ass in the air, wiggling, chasing a laser pointer around.
We all ended up on the floor laughing.
I suggested we sing something.
Robin said she was hungry for pizza.
And none of us were going to argue with a pregnant woman.
(Liam)
“Someone’s at the door,” Emily whispered.
“Then come,” I said.
I dipped my mouth back to her tender clit and suckled.
Emily arched her back and groaned.
I heard the knocking too and I didn’t really care.
It couldn’t have been anyone important or anyone for me.
I was crashing at Emily’s place.
It was supposed to be a for now thing but we both had no real urge to change what we had.
I loved the cozy place.
She loved having me there.
It was win-win.
“Liam,” Emily groaned. “The… door…”
I pulled at her clit and popped my mouth free.
I went right back for more.
She propped up to her elbows and grabbed the covers.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned.
I growled.
I was not stopping until she came.
Simple as that.
Emily hooked her right leg around to the middle of my back and dug her heel in.
That was her move.
That was her way of telling me she was very close.
I fucking loved when she did that.
My tongue lapped down and up, coating itself with her honey.
Her hips danced the same way my tongue did.
With the tip of my tongue, I drew left to right over her clit, her body shaking harder each time I did so.
Outside the open bedroom door I heard the knocking again.
This time… it was pounding.
“Liam… we have to… ohgod…”
My hands grabbed her hips and I pulled her against my mouth with force.
She dug her pussy with purpose against my tongue and I sucked her clit again.
She gasped for a breath and pulled at my hair as her back crashed to the bed.
I fucking had her.
She exploded with force, fresh honey pouring from her body as I was thirsty, hungry, and fucking greedy for it all.
Emily cut me short though… just a few glorious seconds of drinking her pleasure before she wiggled away and shut her legs.
“Go,” she ordered and pointed to the door. “Now.”
She pulled the covers over the lower half of her body.
“When I beat the hell out of whoever is at the door, I’m coming back for seconds,” I said.
I licked my lips.
She looked flustered.
She wanted me to have seconds. And thirds.
I grabbed my t-shirt and shut the bedroom door behind me.
The pounding at the door continued…
“The building better be on goddamn fire,” I yelled. “Or else you’re…”
I opened the door.
“Cole,” I said.
“You busy?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I was in the middle of devouring Emily.”
“Fuck. Sorry. Am I cockblocking?”
“Yeah,” I said. “So… fuck off…”
“I fucked up,” Cole said.
“What?”
“I fucked up big time, Liam. You’re the only person I can trust with this.”
“With what?” I asked.
Cole reached into his pocket.
What he showed me made me do a double take.
Make that a triple take.
Or a quadruple take.
He held up the picture and shook his head.
“Yours?” I asked.
“Mine,” he said.
I kept blinking.
I didn’t want to state the obvious… but I kind of had to…
The ultrasound picture was…
“Holy fuck, Cole,” I said. “Who the fuck did you get pregnant?”
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