Page 24 of Band of Brothers - MFMM Menage Romance (Sweet Treats 8)

“I want to try,” I breathe, already stroking my hard nub. “I’m ready.”

The brothers laugh, but they sense my urgency.

“Anything for a pregnant girl,” Finn rasps. “Back yourself up, baby. We’re going to the other side. Oh shit, oh shit. Here it comes.”

With that, it happens. I press my bottom against the hole, and sure enough, a large pole nudges against my small entrance. A mewl escapes my lips as slowly, it eases in until it’s fully buried in my love tunnel.

Oh god! It feels so good and I let out another cry of ecstasy, panting with need. Ever since we confirmed my pregnancy, I’ve needed even more of Finn, Fred, and Forest. My hormones have me raging constantly, and the only way to soothe my hunger is by feeding the beast morning, noon, and night.

As a result, it’s good that I’m dating three brothers. There’s no way one man could keep me satisfied, and as I scream again, one of the brothers finishes in me. Hot jets of liquid pulse into my secret spot, but they’re not done yet. He pulls out, and another man, takes his place, groaning as he slides in deep.

“Oh oh oh!” I squeal. “Yes! So GOOD!”

The second man pumps in and out a few times before exploding with a roar.

“FUCK!” he bellows from the other side of the wall. “Yessss!”

But we’re still not done. He slips out, and the third man takes his place. I inhale sharply as that huge rod presses against my raw, ravaged hole, testing me to my limits. I literally brace my hands against the wall, moaning as the deep penetration.

But soon, the man is in, and our voices begin to rise as the pleasure builds.

“Oooh,” I moan, my eyes drifting shut as my kitty is pounded deep. “Mmmm.”

“Yessss,” the man hisses on the other side. “Oh shit, it’s com—!”

But it’s too late because he explodes in me like a geyser, drenching me with male seed. Fortunately, I find my climax too and scream aloud as my body convulses, my sugar walls squeezing him tight.

“Oooh!” I moan again. “Unnnnh.”

Finally, the pulsing begins to recede and the man pulls out. Three hot globs of seed drip from my slit as I slide down the wall to sit on the floor, exhausted. Oh my god, did that really just happen? I should be used to servicing Fred, Finn, and Forest all at once, but sometimes, it still takes my breath away.

My three men reappears, their tall bodies dwarfing my small, curvy form.

“Oh shit, are you okay?” rumbles Finn, immediately sweeping me into his arms. He carries me to their suite, and deposits me gently on the bed.

“Is the baby alright?” asks Fred with a concerned look on his handsome face.

“I’ll never be able to forgive myself if something’s happened to the child,” vows Forest, his expression dark.

But I merely laugh gently and take their hands in mine.

“The baby is fine,” I say. “She just got an example of how much her daddies love her mommy.”

The men squeeze my hand, their blue eyes flaring.

“Do you know if it’s a girl, June?” rasps Forest. “We’d love to have a daughter.”

I nod, flushing happily.

“It’s a girl!” I smile. “You’re going to be daddies to a tempestuous girl with an independent streak!”

“So long as she’s just like you,” growls Finn, stroking my curls with a loving hand. “We want little May to be just like her mommy.”

“May?” I ask, my eyebrows going up.

“Yes,” the men growl. “You’re June, so she can be May.”

I laugh, the melodious tone like a salve over their souls. I can literally see the Connaughts relaxing a bit as the giggles enter their ears.

“Maybe we can have an April later,” I joke. “Or even a January or an August.”

But my lovers are serious. They grasp my hand more firmly in theirs, and look into my eyes, blue gazes blazing.

“We’d love to have more babies with you, June. For every month of the year, in fact.”

I giggle again.

“But that’s twelve kids. How would that even work?”

Finn, Forest, and Fred merely grin and shrug, their big forms relaxed and confident.

“There are three of us, and you’re a very fertile girl, June. We think you could definitely have twelve children. We just have to put our minds to it.”

“Or we have to put something else into it,” I quip, rolling my eyes at the little pun.

Forest, Finn, and Fred laugh though. They actually think I’m funny, and often refer to me as their “Funny Girl.” I love keeping them entertained, but suddenly, my expression grows thoughtful.

“You know that girl, Alizeh, who my dad wanted me to talk to a long time ago?”

The men think for a moment.

“Sorry, we don’t know her,” says Fred. “Oh wait. Is she the one with blonde hair?”

I nod.

“Yeah. It’s weird, but she was asking me about my botched initiation from a long time ago.”