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By the time we finally sat down for dinner, I couldn’t help but blurt it as I passed my dad the garlic bread. “I’m pregnant. With twins. Do you want the parmesan too?”
One of the guys had once told me that there was a fifty-year-old librarian trapped inside of my tank of a body, and it was probably the best description of myself that I’d ever heard.
“The reason that I told you all of that is that I want you to understand just how much I love my daughter and how I would run you over with my car in an instant if I thought you were a threat to her.”
“And…” I started, almost afraid to ask my next question. “Do you like me?” Brynn’s smile was instantaneous and she nodded vehemently. “More than you could ever know. I wasn’t really expecting to meet anyone, but then you bumped into me in the Cafe and changed everything.”
It was cute to see how much my nephew was obsessed with hockey, even if he had trouble saying the ‘P’ in the word puck, which made for some interesting shouts when he watched old hockey games with the dads. Hearing a four-year-old shout for players to get the fuck, and how could you miss that fuck, was truly a sight to behold.
“You like what you see?” I asked, still feeling a bit hesitant. “I mean, I don’t know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t a piercing,” Brynn said, and her tongue darted out to swipe along her bottom lip.
“Since I can’t parade you around with my scent on you without risking a one-way ticket to Siberia, I’ll just have to keep putting these on you so that you know that you are mine.”
“Eventually, I’m going to knot this pretty pussy and fill you to the brim with my cum while I’m stuck inside of you,” Dutch whispered.
“How good are you at math?” I asked. Nash looked confused as he answered my question. “Uh, I mean I’m pretty good at it, I like to think. I have a bachelor’s degree in statistics.” I glanced back at Brynn and her eyes were dancing with laughter. “He’ll do,” I told her and we shared a grin.
Nash’s movements stuttered to a stop and his head jerked up so that he was looking up at us again. “Sorry, did you say babies, as in two?” I couldn’t help it, I threw my head back and laughed. “See, sweetness? He really is good at math after all.”
“I don’t know how I feel about you two teaming up like this. Shouldn’t there be, I don’t know, friction between the two of you or something?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. “You know, two big strong alphas having trouble sharing an omega and all that shit?”
It was clear that, if she wanted to, Brynn Peterson could run circles around me and I would be damned if I ever asked her to stop.
“Make it again,” I urged him quietly. “What?” Nash asked. “Make the promise again,” I told him and watched the effect my words had on him. Nash’s pinky squeezed mine as he spoke. “I promise to keep you, the babies, and Dutch safe, always, and I promise to always strive to make you happy,” he said, his voice clear as he spoke.
“You decided who would take my anal virginity with a round of rock, paper, scissors?” I asked, trying to keep a straight face as I imagined the two of them in the bathroom doing a round of the game while trying to get clean.
“Don’t you worry about a thing, sweetness. I’m going to take this pert little ass of yours, and once you really start to feel good, Nash here is going to take your pussy and together we’re going to fill you so full,” Dutch’s words sent a shiver of delight down my spine.
“Anyone else have anything to say about my alphas?” A chorus of ‘no, ma’ams’ filled the room as the other guys looked at her with a mixture of fear and respect.
“Well, you see, I think my water just broke,” Brynn replied sheepishly, smoothing her dress out around her as she looked down at the puddle that she’d just made on the floor. “Oh shit,” several men in the room, including myself and Dutch, said all at once.
“They’re pink,” Tobey commented as he examined the babies with a critically honest eye. “And ugly.”
Outside of our home, I was the quiet, calm Dutch that sat back and observed. But in the bedroom, I was the kinky cruise ship captain of my omega’s dreams.
“I think I really like being knotted,” Brynn whispered in awe into the candle-lit darkness as we remained locked together. “Ditto,” Nash and I said in unison.
