Chapter 7

Iwas going to throttle them all, right after I gave every single one of them a huge kiss. Ian had to have known Coop was up here waiting. His offer to go and find me a decaffeinated mocha made all kinds of more sense now.

While decaf was not my first, second, or even last choice—it allowed me the vaguest illusion of coffee when I wasn't allowed to have any. On really bad days, the decaf mochas worked.

Coop tasted like the real thing, with a bit of spearmint from his toothpaste. He also tasted like home. When he picked me clean up to head into the bedroom, I bit down on his lower lip.

He had one hand under my ass, the other wrapped around my nape. A groan rumbled from his chest, then he was sinking onto his knees before we both "tumbled" onto the bed itself. It was the most graceful I'd felt in a while. I shoved the thought away even as it tried to take purchase.

Ian had spent the past two and a half weeks reminding me over and over that I wasn't allowed to disparage myself. He asked me to write down a tick mark for each time I'd been mentally berating myself.

Then I got a swat for each one. It had left my ass and cunt aching that first week, but by the second, I'd almost begun to miss the "punishment" as the number dwindled. While we didn't practice full-time, I still wore his collar. He was my Dom every bit as much as he was my husband and he took both positions very seriously.

The glide of Coop's hands under my shirt had him pushing it up and I let him tug it off me. Thankfully, I hadn't bothered with a jacket or sweater. One thing these babies were making me was a furnace.

"Hello, gorgeous," Coop murmured as my shirt landed somewhere off the bed. "Twice the babies, twice the boobs."

The droll remark punctured the haze of desire that simmered over the chaos of my conflicting emotions. The crying and missing them had been overwhelming and now…

I cracked up.

Laughter bubbled up through me. It was like cracking through a wall that had gone up around me brick by brick. The mortar shivered before it crumbled. Coop just being here in the first place was enough to disrupt its foundation, but the warmth in his gray-green eyes, the ease in his smile, and the absolute love in his every touch?

That was a wrecking ball for all my loneliness, doubt, and self-recriminations. I had this life because we loved and supported each other. All of us. Yes, I missed them. They missed me too. But I wanted to be here as much as I wanted to be there.

It was okay to want it all, we just had to keep the hands steady on the wheel on our way.

Course, now that I'd equated Coop with a wrecking ball, that song wouldn't get out of my head. My laughter turned into giggles that escaped even as I tried to smother the humor with a hand over my mouth.

Glee shimmered in his eyes as Coop stared down at me. "That wasn't even my best material—not that your boobs aren't the best, Beautiful. Cause, they are. These magnificent mounds of love…"

Mounds.

I died. Laughter shrieked out of me and it just shattered the last of it. Without even an illusion of contrition, Coop's grin grew.

"Tits. Boobies." He ran his nose lightly along the curve of my throat to my ear where he whispered, "Jugs."

The tears slipping down my cheeks now had nothing to do with sadness and everything to do with hilarity. Putting my hand on his chest, I skated my fingers down to the tattoo of the footprints he'd begun adding across his heart.

There were three, each one based on the footprints taken from the babies when they were born. Izzy was there first, then Josh, and finally Charlie. Their names were written in lower case letters along the side of the foot. He was going to have to add two more.

"I love you," I said, still chuckling as he nuzzled his nose to mine again. "I am so glad you're here."

"I am a gift to all who appreciate me," he murmured, then bent his head to press a kiss to each of my breasts before tracing a finger along the side of my face. "Better?"

"Oh, so much better. I'm going to have to apologize to Ian too…"

"You can, but he won't need it. I promise, he knows. We all do. That's the fun of all of us on this journey together. We do know each other."

We did.

"We know when you need one of us or all of us. Just like you always seem to know when we need you."

"Sometimes you guys need everyone too," I reminded him.

"Best brother-husbands in the world," he said, the dry tone perfect. They could all deadpan it. That title had not gone away since the day Sara dubbed them Ian's brother-boyfriends. "Now, would you like to get some sleep or would you…"

I didn't even let him finish before I shoved him over on his back and straddled him. One hand behind me, I unhooked my bra and then shrugged it off. His grin grew as he stroked his gaze over me. It was practically visceral.

When he reached for my pants, it was my turn to make a face. "Stay there."

Then I scootched backwards. Did I purposefully grind on that very stiff erection he sported beneath his boxers? Yes, yes I did. The way his nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed told me he noticed.

Pushing up on his elbows, he watched me ease my feet off the bed. Then I stood and hooked my hands into my waistband. The clothes peeled down easily enough. I could still squat though, I had to admit, I was gaining more size faster this time.

Head tilted, Coop studied me. I pivoted to give him the silhouette and placed a hand over the bump that had definitely increased. Normally, I put most of my weight on in the third trimester, the bump would grow to prominence closer thirty weeks than twenty-two.

"You're so damn beautiful," he whispered and there was no disbelieving that tone. "I keep thinking it's impossible for you to be more beautiful and then you prove me wrong."

The way he looked at me made me feel beautiful. It didn't hurt that they told me over and over. The words were amazing, but it was the way they looked at me. How Coop stared at me now.

When he held out a hand, I glided my palm across his and let him draw me back to the bed. We were in a hotel suite across the country from the rest of our family, except for one other husband that I suspected would be a few hours yet to give us time.

I was going to kiss the hell out of him when he joined us later. My pussy clenched in anticipation. As I straddled Coop again, I let everything that wasn't?—

"Wait, the kids are good?"

He raised his eyebrows.

Then before he could say a word, I pressed two fingers to his lips. "I know, but I worry about them and I just need you to tell me they are fine."

Kissing my fingers, he tugged me closer before rolling me over on my back. "They are absolutely fine. Izzy's enjoying her dance class. Josh is in love with soccer, found his new calling. Charlie is cutting a new tooth, but shh, he wants to show you himself."

Warmth unfurled inside of me as he pressed kisses to each of my fingers, then paused when he got to my ring finger. With care, he spread my hand wide and studied it.

"Yes," I told him. "They are on a chain right now around Ian's neck because I was terrified of losing them." My hands had started to swell four days before. I didn't want to risk any issues so I'd taken them off.

It was Coop's turn to give me a firm look. "Did you call the doctor?"

I grinned. "Yes and no. I emailed her through their app. Her assistant got back to me right away. They wanted to see a picture and for measurements. But retaining water is normal and we've got the blood pressure cuff from last time, so we checked it."

"All good?" Like me, he wanted confirmation for comfort. Ian would never have let the tour proceed if my blood pressure was an issue.

"All good." I used my free hand to cross my heart over my breast. My nipples were taut from the faint chill in the room and his nearness. That said, Coop radiated plenty of heat for both of us. He hadn't lost his lean physique in all the years I'd known him, even when exercise was his least favorite form of recreation.

When he sucked one of my fingers between his lips, my stomach bottomed out and my pussy clenched again. He swirled his tongue around my index finger, then he dragged my middle finger in and teased it.

My awareness of him increased with every slow drag of his teeth and tongue over my finger. Goosebumps were rippling over my skin and my hair seemed to even tighten with every caress. Coop's knowing gaze took all of that in. My lips parted when he bit down on the palm of my hand and I swore my hips lifted all on their own.

The weight of his erection rested on my thigh. His boxers limited the contact, but I was torn between savoring his every touch and going on an exploration of my own.

Every absence seemed to only heighten my need for each of them. Pregnancy just magnified the effect until I practically burned with it.

"I should be doing that for you," I said, even as another shiver raced through me. My nipples ached, but frankly, my breasts did. Ian had a wonderful way of massaging them that helped, but they were still sore. Soon they'd get leaky too. But that was later.

"It's my birthday," he said. "Technically, somewhere in the world."

"Technically," I gasped as he dragged two of my fingers back into his mouth. I worked my free hand down his side until I could massage him through his shorts. "That means I should be doing it…"

"Shh," he whispered, pressing his finger to my lips then past it. I sucked at his finger almost greedily. I wanted to drench myself in the contact. "My birthday. Birthday boy gets what he wants—right?"

I would have said something, but he added a second finger to the first so I contented myself with a nod while swirling my tongue around them like they were his cock.

"Do you know what I want?" He nibbled a path of kisses along my jaw to my ear, alternately biting, then licking, then sucking gently, before moving on. When he reached my ear, I was melting. "I want you. I want to make you come. We have all evening and all night and all day tomorrow. Bubba promised that you didn't need to rehearse until tomorrow evening."

Fresh surprise rippled through me, along with a wave of heat that flushed me from my face to my breasts. Coop's lazy smile was all satisfaction.

"Exactly, so first, we're going to get a couple of easy Os out of the way…mostly because if I don't sink my dick into you, I might come in my pants. I'm not seventeen anymore and that's not cute."

I would argue that, the day he'd come while getting me off as we writhed together was one of my favorite memories. Our first real time together though—had been his birthday so this was our…

"Yes," he said, his smile deepening in his eyes. He moved and then nudged me upward a little then over. "Careful of the belly," he murmured, dragging another pillow down to help cushion my hips. It was pushing my ass up higher. The thrust of his fingers was an effective gag and it tickled me.

Coop didn't always play with Ian and I, but he had enough to know that I did like this and I loved it even more when he indulged.

"This ass… damn Frankie. Have I mentioned how hot this ass is? You've gotten so damn curvy the last few years. It makes me think about fucking you everywhere. On a desk. The sofa. The counter in the kitchen…" Amusement speared through me. "We won't tell Jeremy."

Then I was laughing and he thrust into me in one surprising push. He was so hard, so thick, and Coop always stretched me on the most generous of days. As wet as I was, the flush of his balls slapping against me threatened to make me come.

It didn't hurt that his piercing struck in all the right ways.

"No," Coop said, his voice as ragged as I felt. He eased his fingers from my mouth, then gathered up my hair in his hand. Lips next to my ear, he whispered, "You're so fuckable. You've always been amazing, hot, sexy, and hands down the only woman I want and will ever want. But pregnancy suits you, Beautiful. So. God. Damn. Fuck. Able."

He thrust with every syllable and I shook. It should be impossible to come so quickly, but then he'd been winding me up for over an hour. When he tugged my head, I twisted to meet his kiss.

Arms wrapping around me, he pulled me up to a more kneeling position. This was one of my favorites the bigger I got. It took pressure off my belly, but it also allowed him to go deep.

"Still feeling good, Beautiful?"

It felt like I was being stretched perfectly. The pleasure and the pain twined together. I nodded and he gave another shallow thrust.

"Words, Frankie," he whispered. "I need you to say it. I need to hear you're okay."

"I'm amazing," I confessed. "Fuck me, please."

"My pleasure." He ground his hips into me as he began to piston. His hands glided over my breasts, cupping and teasing the nipples before he roamed to my hips then one hand teased against my clit.

That was almost too much and I bucked at the electric contact. His laughter wasn't quite muffled against my throat as he began to caress me from both sides. The pressure was immense, and it threatened to split me wide.

I thrashed as he kept pumping, the push and pull were almost too much. He kept up a steady litany of encouraging words or sounds. My brain wasn't translating beyond the tone of his voice coupled with the strokes of his cock and his hands.

He was absolutely unraveling every part of me. Too much. Not enough. More. I couldn't take it.

"Yes," he whispered, his voice raw and his breath hot against my throat. "You can take it, Beautiful. You take me so beautifully. You always have. Do you have any idea how much I fucking love you? How much I love our life together? All our beautiful kids?" Then he cradled the bump as he pushed in deep and I was shaking. "That you're full of our new babies right here?"

Between the words, the stroke of his dick hitting deeply within me and the tease of his piercing, and the pressure from his fingers, I came in a rush. The cries leaving me escalated, then climbed with every deep thrust he made.

Shaking and crying, I gripped his arm where he'd wrapped it around me, then covered his hand on my belly. He slowed, still deep and I swore throbbing inside of me. There was the faintest tremble to his lips where he kissed at my throat.

Maybe it was me who was shaking. His cock was still so damn hard. I loved how it impaled me and then he was easing back. A protest escaped me and he gave my ass a pinch.

"We're not done," he said, panting as he settled me down into the pillows. I was boneless as hell and he was rearranging me so that the pillows cradled me and my hips were up. Then eased another beneath my back before he paused to kiss my breasts, then my belly. "Oh, we're far from done. How are you feeling?"

I stared at him. Was he serious right now? Sweat soaked my face and my hair stuck to me. I probably needed a shower, but I wasn't sure I would ever be able to move.

Like ever.

Another pinch had me refocusing. I was floating at the moment. "What?"

"I asked how you were feeling…I was a little rough." If not for the genuine concern in his voice, I'd give him so much shit. As it was, I reached a hand out to him so he could help me cause I really didn't want to flail around to sit up.

"I feel amazing," I told him as he clasped my hand. When I tried to sit up, he tugged me upright. Then I was touching his face and he was showering me in kisses. "You didn't…"

"Oh, not yet," he said, grinning. "I have a few more orgasms to deliver to my beautiful wife before I'm going to come."

I stared at him. A few more?

"Blame Bubba, he raised the bar." Then Coop winked. "Besides, my recovery time is not what it used to be, so I want to get at least three more out of you before I bury myself inside you and come, if you're up for it."

Another shiver went through me. "Coop…"

"Only if you're up for it. That's why I want to know you're okay. Last I checked, that sex drive of yours is a hot and dangerous thing if not sated."

Fresh heat scalded my face. The first time with Izzy had been insane. We were ready for it with Josh. I kept thinking it would calm down some, but I was already eyeing his very hard, very red, and damp cock with interest and my pussy was clenching around emptiness.

"I'm up for anything with you," I promised him and he let out a long sigh.

"I love my birthday," he said, then nudged me toward the pillows again. "Lay down and spread out, my love. We have a little game to play in honor of our anniversary."

Game? I frowned, then understanding flared through me. "Really?"

He grinned. "Why not?"

"We're not teenagers anymore."

"So?" He pressed a kiss to the bump. "Don't listen to your mom right now, kids. She forgot that we're adults, we get to do whatever we want to do—especially if it makes us happy."

My smile came so much easier and when I poked him gently with my foot, he caught it and pressed a kiss to my ankle. "I love you," I told him.

"Good." His eyes were pure mischief now. "Truth or dare?"