Micah and Dean came toward her, each of them putting a hand on her stomach.
“We don’t care about that,” Micah said.
“The baby you carry is all of ours. There’s no room for you to worry about anything else.”
She smiled and Eric saw tears in her eyes. “You know when I saw your reservation, I was so angry. I didn’t want you in my bed-and-breakfast. I was so tempted to cancel. I tried to find any excuse, but I couldn’t find a single one.”
“And now?” Eric asked.
“I’m so pleased I didn’t. I never expected to fall in love with you all. I know this is so fast, but I can’t think of my life without any of you.”
Dean chuckled. “Nothing is ever too fast, baby. All that matters is how we feel.”
Eric agreed with his friend. They all had each other. That was all that mattered.
“I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m up for round two,” Micah said.
“Seriously, we’re having a heart-to-heart here, and you want more sex?”
Daphne lifted up. “Actually, I’m more than ready for round two.”
Eric looked down at her.
She smiled. “What? I haven’t had sex in thirty years. I’ve got a lot to make up for, and besides, I’ve got to get used to satisfying three men. I don’t intend to let you guys out of my sight.”
****
Micah sat on the steps outside of the bed-and-breakfast, waiting for Eric to arrive. Dean and he had lost the bet to take Daphne to the doctor. He wasn’t happy about losing, but they’d agreed. If they couldn’t come to an agreement, then they had to rock, paper, scissors for the pleasure.
He’d lost to Dean, then Dean had lost to Eric. To satisfy his own needs, Eric had also competed with him, and he’d lost.
Tapping his fingers together, he watched as Dean did some work on his cell phone.
“Are you not nervous?”
“She’s in good hands.”
“I don’t mean about Daphne. The baby. What if Eric decides to take her away? Kidnap her?”
Dean frowned and turned toward him. “You’ve watched way too many movies. Eric wouldn’t do that.”
“Wouldn’t you?”
Dean smirked. “I would do it if I thought Daphne would be happier. She wouldn’t.”
“You’re right. I’m being stupid.”
“What you’re being is nervous about the outcome of the baby. It’s understandable.”
“I don’t feel like anything I’m doing right now is understandable. Did you know I ironed the same shirt three times?”
Daphne had each of them on different chores to prove that they could take on the role of helping her run this bed-and-breakfast. The news looked hopeful that they might be able to open with tighter restrictions.
She missed having this place full with customers. They’d even sat down and talked about ways of improving some of the features. Of course, Dean had proven to put the most thought into his ideas, while he and Eric were looking at more a city spa than a country getaway. Daphne had agreed to a pool, providing they could get the planning permission to build it.
His steam room, she hadn’t agreed to.
Eric’s massage room had also been a room she’d said no to.
All of them had been part of a city spa. She’d explained to them in detail what made her country retreat different. The relaxation was getting away from all the outside crap.
Still, he could iron the shit out of a style of shirt. At least he had that to offer and of course, there was his unending charm.
“You need to learn to relax. With a baby on the way, you don’t want Daphne thinking you’re freaking out at the smallest thing.”
Micah agreed. He tapped his thigh, waiting. The moment he saw the car, he tensed up.
Eric and Daphne had arrived.
Dean put his cell phone away and Micah got to his feet.
The car seemed to take forever to park.
She climbed out of the car and came toward them. “I’m pregnant.”
“We know,” Micah said, frowning.
“It has been confirmed, ass,” Eric said. “The doctor likes to confirm everything.”
Daphne held up a black and white picture. “Here is our baby.”
Micah frowned, looking at the fuzzy picture. “I don’t see it.”
Eric pointed at a blob.
“Our baby is going to struggle getting laid. Is it a boy or a girl? We can have an ugly daughter. We won’t have to fend off all the guys. I know what a guy with a dick is like.”
“Shut up,” Dean and Eric said in unison.
Micah held his hands up. “Come prom night, you’re going to wish we had an ugly kid.”
“Stop worrying,” she said. “We don’t know what sex our baby is.”
“We’re going to have a baby,” Micah said. He stared at the blob, not seeing anything, but it was there for him to see.
Wrapping his arms around Daphne, he picked her up, lifted her off her feet, and spun her around. “Can I fuck you?” he asked.
“The doctor has said that she is in perfect health—”
Micah didn’t even allow Eric to finish what he was saying. Carrying her inside the house, he didn’t go far, taking her straight through to the sitting room. She burst out laughing as he pressed her over the end of one of the sofas.
All his. Touching her pussy, he found her not as wet as he’d like.
Wetting his fingers, he went back to her pussy and started to stroke her clit, moving down to plunge inside her.
Dean and Eric walked back into the room as he got her nice and wet. Her giggles turned into moans of pleasure as he teased her. His cock was so fucking hard.
When she was wet enough for him, he plunged inside her,
