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Isha
Something is going on. The guys are acting weird. Since the ultrasound, they’ve been extra-secretive.
Aria came over and picked up her picture of Bean. She was so excited and kept patting my cheek. I told her I wanted to know all about the luncheon and how Mrs. Markson took the news. She said she’d call me on Saturday, which was
tomorrow. I couldn’t wait.
I finished my new book. So far it’s gotten great reviews. My editor/agent is ecstatic. She loved how it ended with a wedding and a commitment ceremony. All I did was write the dream I wished I had. But I’ll be happy with just living with my guys. Who would I marry anyway? There’s no way I could choose between the four of them.
The dogs and I were playing outside. Davis and Ford went to work today but Dawson and Mic stayed home. I asked why, and they said they’d come up with a schedule so that two of them would be with me at all times until I have the baby. I
told them that was not necessary, but they said it was. They’re worried I’ll have a freak-out moment and faint with no one
around. I get it, I really do, but they like working. I hate being a burden.
Dawson saw me stand and hurried out of the jacuzzi where he and Mic were relaxing.
“What can I get you, baby?”
“Well, unless you can go pee for me, you can’t really get me anything,” I said. I was trying to be gracious, I really was, but it
was a little annoying not being able to do things for myself because they wanted to do it all for me. If I was thirsty, one of
them was already getting me something to drink. I couldn’t take three steps before one of them scooped me up. Like
now, as Dawson scooped me up.
“Dawson, I can walk to the bathroom.”
“I know, but why would you when you have all this manly hunkiness to carry you?”
“Well, I can’t argue with that,” I said, and he smirked.
He dropped me off in the bathroom and kissed the tip of my nose. I just shook my head.
After I was done, I poked my head out and saw no one around. I tipped toed to the kitchen to get myself an Oreo. I snuck into the pantry and cracked the door, so a little light could come through.
“So, is everything ready?”
I froze. That was Mic. I didn’t hear a response, so he wasn’t talking to Dawson.
“Everything has to be perfect. Make sure there are enough fairy lights to brighten the path to the clearing. Yeah, Dawson will show her the plans after. James did a wonderful job. He did everything we asked for.”
That piqued my interest tenfold. James didn’t tell me he was working on a project for the guys.
“Okay, yeah, five o’clock, we’ll be there. Love you too.”
He obviously hung up because I heard his footsteps walk away. I quickly grabbed two Oreos. I shoved one in my mouth and chewed, contemplating on what I had just heard. Fairy lights down a path to a clearing and plans for something James drew up? Were they opening a new business or something?
I wasn’t paying attention when I walked out of the pantry. I was just about to take a bite of my second cookie when Dawson came rushing around the corner, almost bowling me over.
“Jesus, Isha. Where did you come from? You weren’t in the bathroom. I just went to use the one in your room and
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thought I’d beat you back to pick you up. Is that an Oreo?” He scowled at the cookie in my hand. My eyes widened, and I quickly shoved it in my mouth.
He stood to his full height and crossed his massive arms.
“The doctor said to keep my blood sugar up,” I spouted as I quickly walked to the fridge and got some milk. I kept an eye on him as I poured myself a glass and drank half of it.
“Baby, Oreos are not on your eating plan for a healthy pregnancy.”
“Says who? Who made this eating plan? Mic? It was Mic right, or maybe Davis. You’re all health nuts. I like Oreos. I’m the pregnant one, I should be able to have a d*mn cookie or two,” I somewhat shouted.
“Okay, okay,” Dawson said, putting his hands out to placate me. I rolled my eyes. I was turning into a raving lunatic.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be a shrew,” I said, pouting.
He chuckled. “You’re not a shrew baby. Your hormones are all over the place.
He came towards me and picked me up. I wrapped myself around him.
“You guys really have to start letting me walk. I need to exercise more too. I’m going to blow up like a balloon because
you all spoil me so much. Then I won’t be attractive, and you guys will drop me.”
“The f*ck Isha? Baby, you could gain three hundred pounds, and you would still be the love of our lives.”
“You don’t know that,” I mumbled.
“Baby, I love you so very f*cking much. But you’re kind of getting on my nerves.”
I gasped so hard, but then I burst into laughter, because I was getting on my nerves too.
“That’s more like it. I love seeing and hearing you laugh.”
“I’m sorry. These pregnancy hormones are no joke. I will try to consciously stop the intrusive thoughts that barrage me every day. Now, while I was hiding in the pantry, I overheard an interesting conversation that Mic was having, and I have questions.”
“Did you? And what do you want to ask?”
“He said something about you showing me plans in a clearing tonight?”
His eyes widened. “Hmm, well, looks like you will have to wait for tonight,” he said, walking to the couch to sit down.
“That’s not fair, you said you wouldn’t ever hide anything from me.”
“And I won’t, but this is a surprise, and I’m not going to spoil it.”
“Ohhh, a surprise, can I guess?”
“No. Because even if you get it right, I won’t tell you.”
“Well, that’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair is your lips are not on mine,” he said as he grabbed the back of my head and brought my lips to his. We kissed, our tongues caressing each other. I moaned when his hands roamed over my ass and squeezed. I rocked my hips against his hardening c*ck and he groaned.
“Well, that’s my que,” I heard.
I was suddenly lifted from Dawson’s lap and carried bridal style in Mic’s arms.
“Our baby girl here needs a bath. Why don’t you shower? I’ve already showered. I’m going to help our girl wash.”
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Dawson grunted and I watched as he adjusted himself. I blew him a kiss, and he growled low in his throat.
“Later Big Daddy, we have plans,” Mic said as he walked away.
“Mic, I swear to God,” Dawson grumbled.
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I giggled and Mic chuckled. He went into my room and into my bathroom where a bubble bath was already waiting. There were candles lit, and the lights were dimmed.
“What’s all this?” I asked. It wasn’t my birthday yet. We didn’t celebrate weekly anniversaries. What was going on?
“This is part of your surprise baby. My part. A nice bubble bath with your favorite tattooed man.”
“My favorite, huh? Dawson, Davis and Ford have tattoos too.”
“Yes, but not like me.”
“No, not like you. You’re covered. And it’s so d*mn s*xy,” I said, licking his collar bone where a wicked curved dagger was.
He sat me on the counter and stripped the boxer briefs he put on after his shower. He was hard, his d*ck jutting up. He had such a pretty p*nis. Straight, veiny, thick. My mouth watered as I stared at it. He whipped my bathing suit off and
picked me up. He stepped into the tub and sank down, making me straddle him. My p*ssy coming down on his shaft. He
moaned and I whimpered at the contact. Even though he was as hard as steel, his skin was warm and felt so d*mn good between my lips. I rocked my hips and he hissed.
“You’re supposed to relax. Let me hold you and wash you.” His hands roamed on my body, up and down my back and over the curves of my ass. He thrusted up and pushed me down at the same time. His middle finger rubbed up and down my crack, where he pushed against my back hole as he passed over it.
“Hard to relax when you’re revving me up,” I breathed. I couldn’t stop sliding my p*ssy over him. His finger pushed harder until he slipped in. He f*cked my ass with his finger as I pleasured myself on his c*ck.
“Then take what you need, baby girl. Ride my c*ck like you want. Slide along my shaft, glide your precious clit along my length,” he whispered into my ear. Goose bumps erupted over my skin. I did as he said, going faster and faster. His
moaning in my ear fueled me along.
“You’re so f*cking hot, Isha. So d*mn gorgeous. Your p*ssy is so slick and perfect.”
I couldn’t stop pleasuring myself and his finger in my ass felt so good. His praise was everything I needed at this moment in time. My neediness, my insecurities over my changing body, Mic letting me know he still found me attractive, Dawson telling me that no matter how much I changed, he and the others would still want me. It was all I needed, and I shattered in Mic’s arms, crying out as my body shook with ecstasy. He growled and lifted me. He impaled me on his thick hard shaft and held me there. I could feel him c*mming inside me as his d*ck jerked.
“F*ck Isha, you undo me,” he said panting.
“I think we undo each other,” I said, giggling.
He took his finger out of me and washed his hands all the while still holding me. Or I guess I held on to him. Then he leaned back and lifted me, taking his c*ck out of me. He turned me, so my back was to his front. He cupped water and bathed my chest, then got soap and started to wash me. It was so relaxing. Even when he got to my p*ssy and gave me two more orgasms. When we were done, he lifted me out of the tub and dried both of us off.
He brought me to the bed and laid me down. He told me to stay while he went into the closet. He came out dressed in a baby blue dress shirt and some gray slacks. He then held up a black lace dress with a black slip underneath. It came off of the shoulders and had lace sleeves. I saw when he laid it on the bed it had a built-in bra. He got a black thong out of the drawers and asked me to sit up. He knelt and helped me put the thong on. Then he helped me stand. He picked up the dress and unzipped the back. I held onto his shoulders as he brought the dress to my feet and shimmied it up my
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body. I slipped my arms in the sleeves, and he turned me to zip up the back. The dress was long, it stopped at my calves. He went back to the closet and got my black heels with the red bottoms and helped me put them on. Then he guided me over to my vanity. He told me to glam myself up, and he picked up my brush and started brushing my hair. And then, to my astonishment, he French braided my hair.
“Where did you learn that?”
He smirked, “I’m the oldest in my family. I’m the only boy. I helped my mom with my little sisters.”
“Will I ever meet them? Your family? What about Davis and Ford’s families? Will I meet them too?”
He shook his head.
“You won’t meet my family. They’re very religious, and would probably call you a jezebel for shacking up with four men. They didn’t acknowledge my relationship and told me if I didn’t leave them, they would disown me. Obviously, I didn’t take heed to their warning. I haven’t talked to them in years. Davis’ family hated him because, in their eyes, he wasn’t perfect. His stutter embarrassed them. He hasn’t talked to them since before he joined the military. You’ll probably meet Ford’s parents soon. They run in the same circles as Dawson’s family. They also refuse to acknowledge his relationship with us, and try to set him up on dates. I think the last time was six months ago when they tried. He took me on the date. Told the woman she would have to accept sharing him with me and that he would not keep me a dirty little secret, that our relationship would be very public. She got up and left, and we enjoyed a wonderful dinner,” he said, chuckling.
“I don’t think I will like Ford’s family.”
“Oh, but they will love you. You’re a billionaire, and they want to make sure Ford’s money and yours will become theirs.”
“Well, that will never happen,” I said.
“No, it won’t. Just when you do meet them, be wary and don’t let them talk you into any investments.”
“Okay, the guys are meeting us at Soleil Rouge for dinner.”
“What’s the occasion, Mic?”
“You’ll see baby girl, all in good time.”
