Tymber Dalton - It's a Sweet Life

“Is double vision a pregnancy or fibro thing, do you think?”

Both men immediately turned at the sound of her voice, identical concerned frowns on their faces.

She burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, but my fibro fog isn’t bad enough, now you’re trying to confuse me?”

“Sorry, babe,” both men said at the same time.

That only served to make her laugh harder. “How long was I asleep, anyway, that they perfected cloning?” she asked.

“Smart-ass,” the Allan on the right said, his smirk betraying him.

She pointed. “Aaand there’s my Benjamin.”

“How’d you know?”

“Your voice. And that little smirk you do.”

They both walked over. “We’ve come to a few decisions while you were out,” Ben said. He laid out their plan for Ben to accompany her back to Brooksville. Then he helped her stand, while both of them knelt in front of her, each holding a hand.

Allan spoke. “We love you, and we’re sorry we had to be away from you. The next few months won’t be perfect, but…” He looked at Ben.

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They spoke at the same time. “Will you marry us?”

Overcome with her emotions, she couldn’t speak. She tightly squeezed their hands and nodded.

They stood and held her. “We’ll work out the details later,” Ben said. “Have Mandaline marry us, if you’d like. We want you to legally marry one of us for the health insurance.” They exchanged a glance. “We agreed it’s your decision, but maybe once we have a chance to look into our health insurance policies and see who’s got the better plan, it might be better to go that way.”

She shook her head. “I can’t decide between you. That’s not fair to even ask me.”

Allan caressed her cheek. “Seriously, we don’t care which one.

You’re our wife.” He grinned at his brother. “And regardless, you’ll still have our last name. If you want to,” he added. “All we care about is making sure you and our baby are well cared for.” Both men pressed their palms to her stomach. “And we don’t care which one of us is the father, either,” he said.

“Seriously,” Ben added.

She looked from one to the other. “Honestly? I don’t know if I can handle a car ride today.”

“We’ll leave early in the morning,” Ben said. “Allan’s going to go get my stuff from the other hotel. And I need to make some calls and hand off cases I’m working on.”

“I, unfortunately, do need to get going,” Allan said. He leaned in and kissed her. “I’ll be back later tonight. It’s going to take me a while. I have to be very careful.”

She nodded. “I understand.” She touched his hair. “I never did like you as a blond.”

He snorted. “See?” he said to Ben. “I told you that looked like crap.”

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Alone with Ben, there was something she wanted no matter how bad her pain. She draped her arms around him and wiggled her hips against his.

Immediately, his cock stiffened in his slacks. “You sure you’re up for this?”

She nodded. “I can see you are, too.”

He edged her over to the bed, where he carefully laid her down.

“You have nooo idea. I’ve had to rub one out every day missing you.”

He nibbled her neck. “How busy have you been, my dirty girl?”

“None,” she meekly said.

He sat up. “What?”

“I missed you guys too much.” She didn’t want to start crying again.

He looked shocked and saddened. “Oh, baby. I’m so sorry.” He lay down with her and held her in his arms. “Christ, I’m sorry.”

“I just couldn’t,” she whispered. “I’d think about you guys and start crying. It…it just wasn’t worth trying.”

“Shh, it’s okay.”

Ben hated himself. He knew she’d been lonely and in pain, but never dreamed this would also be a side effect of trying to keep her safe. Worse, now he felt like a selfish shit for masturbating while she was alone.

He got up, undressed, and quickly rejoined her. Slowly, he removed her clothes and kissed her flesh, wanting to take all her pain away, mentally and physically. He knew today couldn’t be one of their rough-and-tumble romps. She needed tender and sweet, mind and body.

After going down on her and making her come, he started to enter her when he stopped. “Crap.”

Her eyes flew open. “What?”

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“I don’t have any rubbers.”

She looked up at him. “What?”

He sat up. “Dammit. I’ll have Allan stop on his way—”

“Seriously?”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have any. It’s not like we’ve needed them.”

She propped herself up on her elbows. “You know, for a cop, you’re being amazingly stupid.”

He didn’t understand her aggravated tone. “What?”

“Think about it for a moment. It’ll come to you.”

Puzzled, he stared at her. Her eyebrows arched skyward.

When it hit him, he felt like the most stupid idiot in the world.

“Oh.”

She let out a snort. “Yeah, oh. You seriously kept you and Allan hid for months, and yet can’t remember I’m pregnant?”

He laughed. “All right, so I’m an idiot. Hey, it’s pretty new to me.” He kissed her, sliding his cock home as he did. Her chuckles turned into soft moans. It felt heavenly to finally be able to feel his flesh joined with hers like that without a barrier between them.

He found her hands and gently pinned them over her head. “I think you’re too mouthy. Let’s take care of that,” he whispered, kissing her again.

She whimpered, her hips rocking with his. It didn’t take but a moment for him to feel her come. While she’d come for him like this before, never had it felt this good. He kept his pace slow and even until he felt her come again a few minutes later. Only then did he pick up the pace, thrusting quickly until his balls drew up tight and for the first time able to bury himself deep inside as his cum flowed into her.

He rolled to his side, still inside her, arms wrapped around her.

“How do you think it happened?” she softly asked a while later.

“How what happened?”

“The baby.”

He laughed. “You don’t know how babies are made?”

“Smart-ass. We fucked like bunnies for months. I’ve only been 248 Tymber Dalton

feeling queasy for a few weeks.”

He shrugged, letting his fingers drift up and down her spine.

“How late do you think you are?”

“I don’t know for sure. I didn’t really keep track of it.”

“It likely happened that last night. Maybe a condom ripped, or maybe one of us stayed inside a little too long after we came. Maybe one of us had some on our hands and it happened that way, I don’t know.” He kissed her. “I don’t care how it happened.”

“You’re really happy about this?”

He tipped her chin so she had to meet his gaze. “Very. No, the circumstances aren’t perfect. But absolutely I’m happy. So’s Allan.”

“I hope it’s okay.”

He squeezed her tightly against him. “It’s going to be beautiful and perfect, just like his or her momma.”

She snickered. “I can’t wait to tell Allan you were really worried about not having a condom.”

He laughed. “Personally, I say wait to tell him. Let’s see if he’s smarter than I am.”

She giggled.

Allan hurried toward his office in his car, taking the time to backtrack a few times even though he knew there was no way in hell any of Bianco’s men could have spotted him. On the way back to the hotel later, sure, he’d damn well take all precautions.

But only after he had a chance to stop by his house first. There was something tucked in a jewelry box in his top dresser drawer that he’d held on to for years and that he wanted to pick up before he returned to the hotel.