Chapter 5

It was almost suspiciously quiet as we made ourselves down to the wing we shared. The kids had their own set of rooms and while it wasn't in a totally separate wing, we were able to give ourselves some privacy when we needed it.

Izzy and Josh being home and sick had me glancing toward their rooms on the way. Without me saying a word, however, Archie navigated down the second hall to the kids rooms. We'd done the remodeling to incorporate the best parts of Archie's wing where he grew up and yet, not isolating the kids far away.

They were our kids. If they wanted to come find us at night or climb in bed to snuggle in the morning, they could. As much as I loved that, it made finding quality time for just us a challenge. Not that the guys weren't always up for a challenge.

Quietly, Archie opened Josh's door and we peeked inside. He was sound asleep. A movie played quietly on the television. With the curtains drawn it was dark and cool in the room. His face was a little flushed and I checked my watch.

After Archie nudged the door a little wider, I went in to check. Josh was a little warm, the forehead thermometer was there, so I did a quick check. Definitely still a fever, but low-grade. I pressed a kiss to his forehead then shifted his blankets before slipping back out.

Next stop, Izzy's room. We did the same, only Archie moved over to close the curtains cause the sun's angle had changed. Her fever was low-grade too, but still there. She opened her eyes when I got close.

"Shh," I whispered. "Just checking on you."

"Love you, Mama," she whispered and I kissed her forehead.

"Love you too."

"Love you, Izzy Belle," Archie said, leaning over to give her a kiss.

"Love you, Papa." She smiled before her lashes drifted down and she went right back to sleep. He brushed some of the damp blonde hair away from her forehead.

Once back in the hall, he pulled out his phone and pressed a button before catching my hand in his. "Hey, Jere,' he said. "Yeah, we just checked on them. Still low-grade fevers for both of them, but Izzy's is a bit higher."

He listened as we made it to our room and I closed the doors behind us, then turned the lock. The guys could get in. There was a key above the doorframe that we could all reach.

I leaned against the doors as Archie turned to face me. The concern on his face wrapped me up in knots. They were all the best fathers. They loved the kids so damn much and it made me weepy sometimes—usually when I was pregnant—but I loved that our kids had them.

"Thanks. Frankie and I are going to take some time, but call if we're needed." He chuckled and some of the worry in his eyes eased. "I will absolutely make taking care of her my priority. No worries there." Another pause, then he rolled his eyes but his grin widened. "Yes, sir."

Call over, he lowered the phone and stared at me. There was so much love in his eyes that it soaked through me. Every single day with them had filled me to the brim…

"I love you," I whispered and he tossed his phone in the vicinity of the love seat. Our room boasted a couple of extra bedrooms as needed, a sitting room, then our bedroom, the one all of us shared.

"You going to cry all over me, Babe?" The softness in his voice summoned the tears like they were just waiting for him and he chuckled. Cupping my face, he swiped away the tears with his thumbs. "Twenty years ago, you crying like this would have terrified me."

A laugh escaped me. Twenty years. That seemed—forever and at the same time, just a drop in the bucket. "Not anymore?"

"Nope," he said, then nuzzled a whisper soft kiss to my lips. "No, these tears—they remind me how much you trust me. How much you trust all of us. They're tears of joy, and longing, and hope…"

Another laugh escaped me as I clasped his arms where he cradled my face. "I do love you."

"I'm the luckiest man on the planet. The most beautiful woman in the world is in love with me and she's having our babies again—babies." He paused and shook his head. "Wow…"

"Still getting used to it?" I teased as I slid my hands along his arms and when I threaded them up to wrap around his neck, he dropped his hands to my ass and then lifted me like I was still a svelte teenager.

He gave me a look, the corners of his mouth quirking. "Like you're any more used to it yet than I am."

Hitching my legs to his hips, I nuzzled a kiss to the corner of his lips until he sealed his mouth to mine. The first brush of his tongue had me opening to him. I loved kissing Archie. We could kiss for hours and I'd never get tired of it.

Another laugh escaped me and he pulled his head back, amusement filtering through his expression. "It's going to be one of those times."

Delight curved through me. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Uh huh." He turned, moving easily through our sitting room and into the bedroom. He pushed the door closed with his foot and then stalked toward our bed. It was even larger than the one we'd had in the Brownstone. If we had to all crawl in here with the kids, we could and still have room.

I loved it.

It made my birthday and the games they played so much more fun.

A shiver of anticipation went through me as Archie set me on the bed. When I would have reached for him, he caught my hands and kissed them.

"I want to undress you and play first, Mrs. Standish. There was a request on the table and I think you need the first of three sooner rather than later."

All at once my laughter and tears went up in flames at the liquid heat in his voice. He kissed my hands again before releasing them. Then he took his time undressing me. He started with my shoes, then my socks. When he unbuttoned my shirt, I swore my nipples went on point and the ache in my breasts increased.

They'd been especially tender this time around and now I knew why. Twins… excitement fountained through me as he paused to trace the line of my bra before he unhooked it. They were already swollen. They'd gotten bigger with each pregnancy and as self-conscious as it had made me at first…

"Fuck," Archie whispered. "I always forget how much more beautiful you get every single day." It was ridiculous and yet love washed through me at the declaration.

"I always feel fatter," I admitted.

"I know you do," he said, then cupped my breasts with such exquisite gentleness it pulled tears to my eyes again.

The tease of his thumbs against my nipples had my pussy contracting as the competing sensations of too much and not enough vied for supremacy.

"You know, you're the most beautiful woman in the world, right? I love every inch of you… from these amazing breasts. God, Frankie… they are so fucking perfect." He pressed kisses to where the stretch marks showed along the sides now. Before he went to his knees and sucked one nipple against his teeth before I could even say a word.

Thought became an abstract as he laved his tongue over the tip. The gentlest of pressure could be right on the edge of pain and I tilted my head back, trying to get my breathing under control. I almost didn't want to inhale or exhale, then increased the suction and the sharpness sent wetness to soak my panties.

I threaded my hand through his hair as he pressed more biting kisses across my nipples. He kept taking it right up to the edge of what I could take then he'd soothe them again. The lap of his tongue was heavenly.

The stroke of his fingers down my sides eased through the haze of passion. When he lifted his head, the cool air against my damp nipples was a whole new form of teasing. Then he gripped the waistband of my stretch pants and tugged them along with my panties down and off.

I was so glad I'd kept up on the laser appointments. Waxing wasn't my favorite anymore and laser was uncomfortable but lasted way longer. In the not too far distant future, being able to see my legs would be a challenge.

"Babe…" The coax of his voice had me opening my eyes. I hadn't even realized I'd closed them. "Focus on me, not all the flaws you're listing in your head, okay?"

"I'm not—" But I couldn't even make the denial sound honest. Not when I had been.

"I know, and you have the right to feel how you feel. It's your body and I know the kids take it over. The cravings come. The desire and the need. Then the emotions slip their leash. You worry about everything and nothing." The description was so damn accurate. "You've been an overachiever from day one, it's one of the things I always admired about you."

He pressed a kiss to my left knee, then my right. With light hands, he glided them apart, stroking the skin. His touch was so familiar and welcome. It made me hotter now than it had when I was seventeen. Just remembering that first night together…

A shiver raced up my spine.

I touched my fingers to his cheek and his smile softened.

"I see you Frankie Standish. I always have. I fucking love you more than anything else on this planet. You are the best goddamn thing that ever happened to me. With you, I've experienced so many things that I can't put into words but I wouldn't trade for anything in the world."

When he reached the suggestion of stretch marks on my thighs, he teased his fingers along them, following them up to my stomach. The pouch of stretched skin there never went away. The suggestion of a bump was definitely present, a reality more than just the camouflage of previous stretching.

"These babies…" He spread his fingers over the worst of the marks, cupping the suggestion of a bump. "They are already the loves of my life just like their sister and their brothers. Because we made them…you, me, and the guys. Our family is growing and I couldn't love you more if I tried."

Hot tears splashed against my cheeks as he stared up at me.

"Every single one of these marks, the spread to your hips, the thickness of your thighs and your breasts—fuck me, those breasts. I love fucking them, you know that and I can really fuck them now." The husky growl at the end had my pussy clenching and more dampness escaping.

Archie and that devilish tongue of his. He paused and took a deep breath, then leaned closer to my pussy. The whisper of touch and breath sent a wave of goosebumps over my skin.

"Fuck, you even smell better. How is that possible?" Then he pushed my thighs wide. He had no shame, but considering I pushed my hips upward as he pressed his face closer—I couldn't really fault him.

I had no shame either.

Then he licked me from entrance to clit and my thighs started quivering.

"Oh, someone is swollen and eager," he murmured. The vibration next to my clit had me squirming. Then he teased his tongue around it in circles. "Swollen, red, and hot as hell—just like you." He hummed as he sucked against my clit, it was the most sensual torture. Like he knew exactly how much pressure to apply before I would lose my mind and not quite going that far.

It was heaven and hell.

"Archie…" It came out more a moan than a whine.

"I have you, Babe," he said in between swirling his tongue and tormenting me. I was so focused on his mouth and his tongue, that the pressure of his fingers pressing into me was damn near startling. His chuckle was so delighted when I gasped.

Not that he gave me too much time to savor the stretch before he curled those fingers. He was a master at finding the spot inside me just as he applied so much pressure to my clit, I swore I split apart.

A scream left my throat as I fisted both the bed covering and his hair. He devoured me as he used his hand to fuck me and that orgasm rocked me. I came in a rush of dampness, soaking his hand and his face.

The tempo of his licking shifted as I shuddered my way back to earth. It was like he needed to take in every drop before it escaped.

"Perfection," he said in husky tone. "Absolute perfection. I could eat you all day… and maybe I will."

Oh shit. I couldn't grasp a thought as he made good on his promise. He fucked me with his fingers, then his tongue, then his fingers again never quite letting me come. Instead, he edged me over and over again, until I was sobbing from it.

When he lifted his head and let me get a breath, sweat soaked my face and my chest. His face was soaking wet too and he licked his lips.

"Frankie, I fucking love eating you out. But I really want to sink my dick into you and savor the way your pussy wraps around me."

He was massaging said dick with one hand. A little laugh of disbelief escaped me as he moved his grip over his straining cock, from balls to tip and back. Pre-cum beaded over his slit and I licked my lips.

"Then what are you waiting for?" I pushed up on my elbows. My legs were spread, everything was on display. "Come and take me…I want to feel you inside of me when I come this time and I have a feeling as soon as that magnificent dick sinks into me, I'm going to come so hard I won't be able to see."

"That is the plan." He told me. But instead of just thrusting deep, he teased his cock along my slit. Up and down, soaking his length even as he watched me. If not for the vein throbbing in his forehead, I might almost buy he wasn't affected.

But this was Archie.

MyArchie.

My husband.

He lived to torment me with pleasure almost as much as he did to seduce me with his filthy mouth.

"Does my pussy still got your tongue?" I teased and the absolute light that filled his eyes burst into my heart.

"Your pussy will always have my tongue." Then he angled himself before he pushed in. The gentleness he and they could and did show when I was pregnant was always a test of the waters. How much could I take before I shattered? How much was too much? No pain—ever. Even when a little pain was something I enjoyed, it had to be the pain intended only.

He caught himself on one arm, his cock filled me. The stretch was familiar, and so welcome. A little laugh escaped me on the air that he pushed out of my lungs.

"What are you thinking about?" He challenged.

I could tweak him. My breath was coming in pants, because I hadn't been kidding about how close I was to coming again.

"That people used to think that you had to fuck a virgin so her pussy would shape to that one cock. Too much cock and the pussy gets all stretched out of shape—" I laughed, pleasure and joy twining through me. "Tell me you've never had a baby or seen a baby being born without telling me."

He chuckled.

"Then I feel you…and fuck you were made me for Archie. All of you were. You feel so fucking good inside of me." I would never get tired of it.

"You're the one who feels good, Babe. I can never get enough of this sweet pussy. I fucking love how hot and wet you are. How tight you clamp down on me. How it feels like you can never get enough…" He rolled his hips, then gave a little twist as he drew back then thrust into me again.

I don't know who reached for who first, but his mouth was on mine and I had my arms around his neck as we writhed. I didn't want to be apart. His skin seemed as damp as mine as we slid and glided with each other, then he rolled onto his back and I was leaning over him. I took him deeper this way.

My mouth opened in a silent cry. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and began to ride. Another favorite part of the whole progress of pregnancy. I got to be on top more.

I fucking loved being on top. Almost as much as being on all fours—or being filled with all of them. We'd only managed that a few times.

"Fuck me, Frankie," Archie said, stroking his hands up and down my sides before settling them on my hips. "I want to fill you to the brim. My babies are in your belly…and now I want my cum in there too…"

Real laughter burst out of me as I gripped his hands and pulled them to my breasts. I needed that pain right now. I needed that edging because I was so close and I wanted to make this last.

He tweaked a nipple and it flash-fired through me. I clamped down and he hissed out a breath.

"Fuck. Yes. Right there, Babe. Take everything I have…"

Words were hard as I rode him and Archie met me by thrusting upward. As much as he tried to let me take it all, it wasn't long before he was gripping me, a fist in my hair and another on my hip as he fucked me hard from below.

Every stroke edged me higher, tightening the coils of pleasure until I was shaking my head violently and then he sucked a nipple against his teeth. The combination of tongue, teeth, and pressure fractured everything.

I came with a scream, soaking his lap even as he kept thrusting and he pushed me from one orgasm right into another. Tears escaped me. It was too much. I couldn't do this.

"Yes, you can," he told me, rolling us until I was on my side and then he was still pumping into me from a new angle and I thrashed. "Give it to me, Babe. Give me those screams. You're going to take all of it. You wanted this and now you're going to take it. That's my dick… my hands… my kisses…"

The world went white even as another raw sound burst out of me. He fucked me right out of my body and the rush of his release plunged me back into the quivering shaking mess that was me on the bed, utterly entwined with him.

"Fuck me," I whispered, the cascading shudders had me fluttering around his still half-hard cock. It would soften, but the heat of his release was right there. Frankly, I loved having their cum in me. I loved how it felt when they came. I swore it made me come harder.

Placebo effect or whatever—it was something I craved every time.

Them. It was just them. They were perfect for me.

Light kisses showered my face and I finally opened my eyes to find Archie gazing down at me. "You said three, right?"

"I did." I clenched around him and his lips compressed but he didn't pull away. His cock was always so sensitive after he came. But he loved to feel me around him and I loved having him there. "You really delivered…maybe next time I'll say four."

It was an old joke, but his grin was worth it.

"Give me five minutes, Babe, then I'll eat you out until you scream again."

"Archie… you know it takes a while…"

"I know," he said, his grin growing. "I'm hoping it takes all afternoon. I want to play with every inch of this body. Maybe even fuck your ass later if you're up for it."

I shivered, biting my lip.

"That looked very much like a yes please." He nuzzled kisses to my jaw, then teased the whorls of my ear with his tongue before he whispered. "You want my cock everywhere, don't you?"

"I could swallow your cock right now and suck on you like candy," I promised. It was his turn to give a full body shudder, and it kind of felt like he went from half-hard to a little more firm. Oh that could be interesting… "You up for a bet?"

He raised his head. "Talk to me, Mrs. Standish, because you speak my dirty language…"

"You eat me, I suck you. Whoever comes first, we both win."

Head tilted back and eyes closed, he looked like a man in prayer. "Best. Wife. Ever."

I laughed and we both shuddered when he gave a gentle thrust with his hips.

"Does that mean you're in, Mr. Standish?"

Eyes open, he stared at me with scorching heat. "Get ready to give those lips a workout, Mrs. Standish… because I plan to take a while…"

"Promises promises." It was the tiniest of taunts, but he flipped us around and put a pillow under my hips and head for comfort before he teased his cock against my lips.

Yes, we were both going to win.