15. Wilder

Chapter 15

Wilder

Three Months Later

M arlowe’s breathy pants escape her lips in small bursts as I continue thrusting into her. Her sleepy voice, which I adore, interrupts the silence. “Mmmm, Wild, I’m trying to sleep. I can still feel both of you inside me from last night.”

Ollie and I been taking turns, hoping that one of us will successfully get her pregnant. It’s been three and a half months and nothing. To say I’m frustrated would be an understatement. I had expected that my brother and I would have gotten her pregnant right away. Ollie is jus as determined as me, but he hides his frustration better. He tells me I need to relax, claiming that my stress might be hindering our chances. He believes that if I let go of the pressure, it’ll happen. I’m not entirely convinced.

I lean in and place a gentle kiss on Marlowe’s neck, just below her ear. “Come on, baby girl,” I whisper. Without hesitation, I bring my hand down on her bare ass cheek, the satisfying sound echoing through the room. “I woke up cravin’ you. Lemme fill ya up one more time before I have to get up and help Ollie outside.”

“Okay,” she whimpers as I graze my fingertips over the reddening mark on her tanned skin. “Just be gentle. I’m still sore.”

“I’ll try my best, chére.”

Sunday mornings have a new routine for Ollie and me. We venture out to the back of our property, working to clean it up. Marlowe, ever the practical thinker, mentioned last month that if we were gon be having babies here, a fence would need to be put up to prevent them from wandering off into the forest. To ease her mind, we are building a fence around the main house. We’ll do anything to make her happy and keep our young'un’s safe.

As I take a momentary break from my task, I glance up and spot Marlowe peering down at us from the window. A mischievous grin spreads across my face as I jokingly remark, “I swear dis woman is gon be the death of me.”

Ollie, catching my gaze, follows it up to the window, where Marlowe waves playfully at us. Chuckling, Ollie replies, “You an me both, Wild,” before returning to his work of digging a hole for the fence post.

I continue to watch Marlowe at the window, admiring her from afar. She truly is the best woman anyone could ask for. She takes such good care of us, effortlessly slipping into her role as the new matriarch of our family. Sometimes, I can’t help but believe it was fate that brought her into our lives.

“Come on, now. Da quicker we get dis done, we can spend all day lovin’ on ‘er.”

Laughing, Ollie and I enter the house after working in the heat. We kick off our boots at the door and step into the kitchen. Marlowe has lunch ready for us, and she’s plating it up. We walk up on either side of her at the counter, pecking her on the cheeks. Ollie grabs three glasses from the cabinet and pours us all some sweet tea .

As we sit down at the kitchen table, the aroma of the jambalaya hangs in the air. Marlowe always knows how to nourish our bodies and souls. While eating, we discuss our plans for the day. Ollie proposes a break from the fence building for a swim in the river. Marlowe’s eyes light up, and she agrees.

“You guys go cool off. I have some more things to get done here. It’ll be easier for me if you're not constantly trying to fuck me while I’m doing them.” She giggles, throwing us a playful look.

We finish our lunch, and Marlowe insists on doing the dishes while Ollie and I head outside to enjoy the water. The sun is high in the sky, casting a warm glow on everything around us. As we swim, I can’t help but feel a sense of contentment. The worries and frustrations about getting Marlowe pregnant momentarily fade away. We are living in the moment, enjoying each other’s company, and embracing the love that has grown between us.

After a couple of hours, we make our way back to the house, our bodies tired but our spirits rejuvenated. Marlowe greets us with a smile, already changed into a comfortable sundress. She suggests we have a relaxing evening, perhaps watch a movie together and cuddle on the couch.

As the night settles in, we open the big windows, letting in the night air, finding ourselves snuggled under a cozy blanket, Marlowe nestled between Ollie and me. The movie softly plays in the background, but we focus our attention on each other. We share soft kisses and gentle caresses, cherishing the intimacy and connection we have built.

So, as we lie there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I let go of the pressure and stress. I trust that this growing love, our patience, and dedication will lead us down the right path. And if it takes a little longer than expected, I know we will face it together.

In this moment, as the warmth of Marlowe’s presence envelops me, I can’t help but feel a sense of contentment and peace. In this small space, the outside world fades as our love takes precedence.

The movie on the screen continues to play, it's gentle soundtrack providing a soothing backdrop to our shared moments. We laugh at a funny scene or whisper inside jokes, creating a world of our own within the confines of this cozy living room.

Time seems to slow down as if it knows how precious these stolen moments are to us. We temporarily forget the worries and stresses that often plague our minds and instead experience the simple joy of being together.

As the night wears on, the embrace between the three of us grows tighter. Our bodies mold perfectly against one another, creating a cocoon of safety. The only people I need in life are the two next to me. Marlowe and Ollie, are the two people that fill my life with joy and light.

In this space, we can let go of inhibitions and be vulnerable. It’s a rare and beautiful thing to find someone, let alone two people, who accept you wholly and unconditionally. And in return, we give each other the same unwavering support and love.

I’ve always had that with Ollie. Pure bliss washes over me, knowing that I can now share my experiences with Marlowe.

As the movie ends, we remain entwined, unwilling to let go of one another. We know that the outside world will inevitably seep back in with its demands and responsibilities. Marlowe’s mouth finds mine, coaxing me back to the moment. “Take me to bed,” she mumbles against my lips, then turns to kiss Ollie. “Both of you.”

Ollie and I take one look at each other, licking our lips. “Run, chére. If we catch ya, nothin’ gon stop us.”