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ETHAN
The picture of the sonogram on Foster’s phone was . . . haunting. Callan had fallen over his own feet when they’d come home with the confirmation that Adrianne was, in fact, pregnant, and he and Foster said all the right things about supporting her the whole way through, and I felt like a clod who couldn’t come up with anything to say.
Growing up, I was in and out of foster care until I joined the Navy. Having a family and children never crossed my mind. I wouldn’t know what to do if I had one.
“Ethan?” Adrianne asked. “You haven’t said much. Are you okay?” She was looking to me to make things okay, and I didn’t know how. “Ethan?”
I met her eyes, and something inside me snapped. I crossed the room and took her beautiful face in my hands. “I’m here, Princess,” I said. “I’m here for whatever you need.”
Being this close to her, it struck me that I hadn’t touched her, truly touched her, in days. A wave of desire washed over me, and I brought my mouth to hers. Adrianne sighed into it. Her body practically melted against me, and she looped her arms around my neck.
I reached down and hooked my hands behind the backs of her thighs, encouraging her to wrap her legs around my waist. She squeaked as I picked her up and clung to me as I walked her over to the bed. When I put her down, I knelt so that we were eye to eye. “What do you need?” I asked her, taking in the slight bags under her eyes. “I know you haven’t been sleeping.”
Adrianne nodded. “It’s been a stressful few days,” she admitted. “I know it has for you, too, and I’m sorry about that again. Truly. I was just so
afraid about how you’d react.”
The air was sucked out of the room. “You thought we’d, what, run away?” Foster asked.
Adrianne fidgeted with her hands in her lap. “I don’t know,” she said honestly. “I’m not entirely proud of all the things that went through my head when I took the first test. I wouldn’t blame any of you for feeling . . . less than enthused.”
A weight shifted from my chest. She had doubts too. I wasn’t alone in that. “We’ll figure it out,” Callan said. “It’s a tricky situation, for sure, but what about having kids isn’t?”
Adrianne let out a shaky laugh and wiped at her eyes. “You’re all amazing,” she said. “I love you all so much.”
That I hoped to never get used to, the sweet sound of her saying that she loved us. “We love you too,” I said. “And we want you to feel better. Do you want to take a nap?”
She shook her head. “No, I can sleep tonight.” Her hands went to the hem of her shirt, and she pulled it over her head, leaving her in a white lace bra that made her breasts look like art. “I want you,” she said and then glanced up at Foster and Callan. “I want all of you.”
Sharing wasn’t an issue for the three of us, but it had been a long time since we’d all shared a woman. “Are you . . .?”
Adrianne reached behind her back and unhooked her bra and dropped it on the floor, and my mouth went dry at the sight of her. “Don’t ask me if I’m sure,” she said and wriggled out of her yoga pants and pushed them down her hips. They fell in a puddle at her feet. “Please just . . . touch me.”
The three of us moved as a unit, shucking off our clothes and maneuvering her further onto the bed. I ended up with my back against the headboard with Adrianne in my lap. I had one of her perky nipples in my mouth. Foster was plastered against her back, kissing her neck and shoulders, and Callan was at her side, kissing her like his whole life depended on it.
Adrianne moaned under our touch, giving in to all the sensations running through her. I reached between her thighs and brushed against her with my fingers. She was soaked. “Needy girl,” I murmured against her breast.
She rocked into my touch, and when I found her entrance, my finger sank into her wetness. My cock throbbed at how ready she already was. I
pressed inside her and crooked my finger, touching that spongy spot that made her cry out and buck against my hand.
Almost as if she was shocked into action, Adrianne reached between us and wrapped her hand around my cock. I nearly choked as pleasure spiked through my gut. “Adrianne.” She sank down, taking me inside her. “Holy shit,” I groaned, unprepared to be so suddenly seated in her perfect heat.
Her hips snapped against mine, and I bracketed her hips with my hands to try and slow her down as she rode me. Adrianne tossed her head, trying to quicken her pace again. “I need . . .” She gasped. “Please.”
“Poor girl,” I murmured. “You’ve been needing us for days, haven’t you?” She nodded, whimpering as she rocked against me. I reached between us and thumbed her clit, giving her the pressure that she needed to come around me. I grunted as her muscles fluttered around me but held back from following her over the edge.
She slumped in my arms, panting. “Sorry,” she said. I laughed. For what?”
Adrianne looked at me. “That was . . . fast.”
I laughed, and she groaned as I moved inside her. “Does it feel like we’re anywhere near finished?” I asked. She wriggled her hips, and a groan got stuck in her throat.
I met Callan’s hungry gaze. “Swap?” I asked.
He nodded, and I lifted her off my lap. My dick ached from the loss of her tight warmth as I passed her into Callan’s arms. Her eyes dipped down, and I wrapped a hand around myself and made a show of stroking myself using her leftover wetness.
“Fuck,” she breathed, and her tongue darted out. “You want him in your mouth?” Callan asked.
Adrianne nodded. She got onto her hands and knees, dipping so that she could take me into her mouth. I moaned and did my best not to buck into the perfection of her mouth. Callan positioned himself behind her and thrust inside. She threw her head back, crying out, and her hands clutched at the sheets below us. “How do you want it, Princess?” he asked, hitching his hips.
Adrianne moaned. “Hard,” she murmured. “Please.”
“Anything you want, baby,” he said and began to piston his hips into her, finding a rhythm that made the most beautiful sounds pour from her throat. She swallowed me down again and rocked back into him. Callan
groaned and pounded into her. “That’s it, Princess. Take what you fucking need.”
Foster, who moved to the side, reached beneath her and plucked at her nipples, giving her another sensation to drive her on. Adrianne moaned around me. She was so close to spiraling. I touched her cheek gently, bringing her eyes up to me.
“You’re doing so well,” I said. “Just a little more. You’re so close.” Adrianne’s eyes rolled back as an orgasm broke over her, and she rode our bodies, extending her own pleasure.
Callan’s hips stuttered. “Fuck,” he groaned as he came. Adrianne swirled her tongue over the head of my cock, and my balls drew up. Pleasure curled up my spine, and the orgasm that I had been trying to hold back roared over me. I came with a grunt, shivering when she swallowed around me.
Foster was there to extract her from in between us. He helped her to stretch out on the bed and grabbed her some water and a towel to clean her with. She accepted both of these, but she studied him almost warily. “You don’t want me?”
He nearly fell off the bed, the shock was so great. “What in the hell are you talking about?”
“We didn’t-”
Foster raised an eyebrow. “You think because we’re taking a break means that we’re done?” he asked, and the smile that spread across his face was sharp. “Sweet girl,” he cooed. “We’re not done with you yet.”
I could see Adrianne’s confusion. She’d only glimpsed this version of Foster once or twice before. This was the Foster who got off from directing Callan and me on how to get her off in the car on the way to work. He dipped his head and kissed her, practically ravaging her mouth, before he pressed her back on the bed.
He kissed his way down her body, worshiping her, tonguing her nipples and mapping out trails that led down to her pussy. She shivered and stretched, and her hand found my thigh and patted me. The light touch made my heart squeeze, and I threaded our fingers together, giving her somewhere to hang on.
Foster settled himself between her legs and explored her folds. Adrianne moaned softly as he teased her with his lips and tongue. His movements
were delicate, but they bowed her spine. “Foster,” she panted, moving her hips, riding his face.
Adrianne’s warm honey eyes, which had gone wide and shocked, met mine, and I squeezed our fingers together. Callan reached out and tweaked one of her nipples.
“Come one more time for us, Princess,” Callan told her. She was close
-we could all see it-but she couldn’t quite get there. Foster sank a finger into her, wetting it before he slipped it lower and pressed it into her ass.
Her breath caught in her throat. “Oh, God,” she cried and wriggled under the intrusion.
Foster pulled back enough to look up at her. “Too much?” She shook her head. “N–no,” she said. “Keep . . . please . . . ”
He lowered his head, flicking at her clit with his tongue as he gently fucked her ass. She panted and thrashed and tossed her head, riding his hand and mouth and chasing the orgasm that seemed just out of reach. “Look at you,” Callan murmured, flicking his eyes to me. “Stretched out like a meal for us.”
“We could keep you like this all the time,” I added. “Naked and satisfied.”
She let out a hiccupping laugh and then cried out when Foster sealed his mouth over her clit, suckling it. “The more I get,” she panted, “the more I want it . . . like I can’t get enough. Ohmygod!” she cried out as she finally came, and her thighs tried to close around Foster’s head with the force of it. Callan and I pinned her as she writhed under Foster’s touch.
“I hope you never get enough,” I said. “I can’t imagine not ever wanting you.”
Adrianne shivered. Tears tracked down her face, and she wiped at them with her hand. “Adrianne? What’s wrong, baby?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Nothing,” she said with a smile so beautiful that it made my chest ache. “I just . . . I’ve never felt more . . .” She shrugged. “More anything before.” Foster covered her with his body. she wrapped a leg around his hip, gasping when he pressed inside her. His thrusts were erratic. He was chasing his own need, and I couldn’t blame him. Adrianne cupped his cheek. “Come for me,” she said. “Let go.”
Foster’s thrusts picked up, and he tucked his face against her neck. It didn’t take him long to groan and for his hips to stutter against her.
Adrianne rubbed at his back as he relearned how to breathe, and I got up to get her water this time, grabbing a pair of shorts to throw on as I did so.
Coming back to the bed, Adrianne was curled on Callan’s chest. Foster was leaning back against the headboard. “Is she sleeping?”
“Almost . . . but I need to shower,” she said in a sleep-heavy voice. “Anyone wish to join me?”
“I will,” I said. “We can’t have you slipping and giving yourself a concussion.”
She laughed, albeit weakly, and I helped her off the bed. When she stood, her knees shook the slightest bit. “Maybe there’s some credence to the slipping and getting a concussion thing,” she said with a laugh.
I helped her to the bathroom and started the shower, leaving it fairly hot, the way I knew she liked. When it was ready, we climbed in, and I tried not to hiss out loud from the instant “being boiled alive” feeling. “Need help washing your hair?” I asked.
Adrianne smiled. “Sure.”
I carefully lathered shampoo into her dark tresses, massaging her scalp until she sighed and her shoulders unwound. “Tip your head back,” I told her and helped her to rinse out the shampoo. “Are you . . . okay?” I asked her. “With everything?”
She glanced back at me and smirked. “With the group sex or the pregnancy?” she asked.
A warm feeling took up residency in my chest. “Little bit of both, I suppose,” I said. “You’re not sore?”
Adrianne shook her head. “No, I’m fine.”
I wrapped my arms around her, reveling in the feel of her back pressed to my chest. “And the pregnancy?” I asked after a moment.
She sighed and held onto me. “I don’t know,” she said and then scoffed. “Is that awful of me to say?”
I turned her in my arms. “Not at all.” I swallowed hard. She gave me a wary look. “You don’t want to be a parent?”
I didn’t let her pull away, though I could feel tension in her body now. I shouldn’t have said anything, I thought. But I couldn’t back down now. The only way out was through, as it were. “I spent my childhood in a dozen different foster homes,” I said. “My role models for parenthood weren’t exactly . . . great.”
Her eyes filled with understanding. “Ethan-”
“Don’t get me wrong,” I said. “I had some great foster parents, but just when I would get comfortable somewhere, it would be time to move. I joined the Navy because I wanted some kind of stability, and the military offered that. I probably would’ve gone all the way to retirement if it hadn’t been for Laura.” Saying her name sent an ache through my gut, but it wasn’t as sharp as it had been for years. Adrianne was to thank for that.
“All that’s to say,” I continued, “that while I hadn’t planned to be a father, it doesn’t mean that I won’t do everything in my power to make you and the baby happy.” I leaned down and kissed her, a brush of my mouth against hers. “I will do everything I can to not fuck this up.”
She cupped my cheek. “You’re going to be great,” she said. “This baby is going to know so much love.”
I wanted to know that for sure, but my stomach still felt like a heavy knot. “I have no doubts about you, Adrianne,” I said, and I didn’t doubt Foster or Callan either.
Adrianne gave me a sad smile and patted my cheek. “I don’t want you to doubt yourself either,” she said, “but I understand if you need time.”
“I’ve got time,” I said. “Nine months, right?”
She shrugged. “Give or take.” Pushing up on her toes, Adrianne kissed me again. “Come on, let’s get out of here before it gets too cold.”
I nodded, and we finished our shower. We turned off the shower, and I grabbed a towel from the bar to wrap around her shoulders. “Do you want me to get your robe?” I asked.
Adrianne shook her head. “I’ll get it. It’s not like Foster or Callan are going to be offended if I walk around naked, right?”
I snorted. “I’m pretty sure we would all prefer it if you walked around naked more often, Princess.”
She rolled her eyes and bumped me with her hip. “Hilarious,” she said. “Are you hungry? We could have dinner brought up . . . or we could
brave going out somewhere.”
Adrianne shook her head. “It’s been a long day,” she said. “I think I’d rather curl up in bed, to be honest.”
I winced. “You need to eat something, surely.” We walked out of the bathroom to the whistles of Callan and Foster. She grabbed her robe and slipped into it. She laughed when they booed in disappointment.
“You’re all incorrigible.” I picked up the room service menu and handed it to her, and she sighed. “You’re going to be a pain in the ass this whole
pregnancy, aren’t you?”
“Did you think that we wouldn’t be?”
Adrianne sighed. “Fair enough.” She began to actively look at the menu in her hands. She settled on a burger and fries, and Foster called in the order.
“How much do we need to tell Lee?” Callan asked. “You’ve got stunt work coming up.”
The hell she is, I thought before pushing back the more caveman part of me. “Not Lee,” she said, “but I can talk to the stunt coordinator about it. Pregnant women do stunt work all the time. it’s just about figuring out how to be the safest that we can possibly be.”
“Won’t the stunt coordinator go running to Lee?”
Adrianne shook her head. “From what I’ve gathered, no one has any love for him on set. I don’t think she’ll say anything to him out of fear of dragging the project out because he’d have to go back to casting.”
“Or maybe Lee wouldn’t care at all,” Foster suggested.
She snorted. “He’ll care. Directors will say in an interview how happy they are to welcome actresses who are mothers, but half of them won’t go anywhere near me after it hits the papers. I can guarantee it.”
“Okay,” Callan said. “Let’s not be alarmist. We’ll talk to the stunt coordinator tomorrow, and we’ll call your doctor in the States and get his advice.”
Adrianne nodded, and our plans were made.