Sold To The Bears (A BBW Paranormal Romance Book 1) (20 page)

I imagined each of them only getting a turn of about a minute or so before it was the other one's turn. I imagined one brother practically shoving the other out of the way when it was his turn to make love to me again.

While I imagined this fantasy in greater and greater detail, I began stroking my throbbing sensitive bud a little faster, unable to stop myself from moaning a bit. Which is possibly why I didn't even hear Grant and Adrian come in. At least, not until I heard them both speak, directly beside my bed.

*

"Don't stop."

With a little gasp, I opened my eyes and saw Grant and Adrian standing not more than two feet away from my bed, their own eyes wide.

They'd both uttered the same words, telling me not to stop, at the exact same time. Which I might have found amusing if I wasn't thoroughly focused on other things, namely my growing desperation for release, and also namely, the bulges straining against the fronts of Grant and Adrian's jeans.

Grant spoke again, his voice coming out barely louder than a husky whisper. "Please, Lila. I'm begging you not to stop."

Adrian cleared his throat and spoke in a low croak. "Ditto that. Begging you, Lila. Please keep going."

I could have hardly stopped if I'd wanted to. My fingers had stilled in their movement, but I now started stroking my most sensitive spot again, the pleasurable feeling intensifying just by me watching Grant and Adrian's wide eyes get a bit wider still. The bulges in their jeans also seemed to get a bit bigger.

"Take your jeans off. Take all your clothes off. Both of you. Please."

  They both immediately did as I'd asked, and in record time, though all the while still watching me, only taking their gazes off me for the briefest of moments. Once they were both completely naked, standing beside me at the side of the bed with their thick shafts both so erect they pointed straight at the ceiling, I decided I couldn't wait any longer to make my fantasy a reality.

"I want you both to make love to me...taking turns...maybe a minute or so each. And while one of you is making love to me, I want the other to watch."

With his gaze slowly going from my femininity and the action of my fingers to my face, Grant responded first. "Anything. Whatever you want. Gladly. Please.  Just let me soak in one more minute of this...this gorgeous, gorgeous scene."

Since he'd been so agreeable to what I wanted, I guessed the least I could do was let him enjoy the "gorgeous, gorgeous scene" a minute or so longer. And so, while he and Adrian began stroking their long, rock-hard poles, both of them making quiet grunts and groans, I continued on with my self-pleasure, stifling a moan every so often. However, I knew I was nearing release, and I decided to scale back my efforts a little, because I wanted to experience what I was sure was going to be a very powerful climax with Grant or Adrian inside of me.

So, after a pause to throw my satiny red robe off, I forced myself to drastically slow the movement of my fingers, periodically taking a break from direct stimulation to slide two fingers in and out of my slickness, which seemed to excite Grant and Adrian further still.

After only the third time I did this action, Grant seemed unable to take it anymore.

My bed had an ornate carved wooden headboard but no foot-board, which was awfully convenient for what I wanted to do, and for how Grant had in mind to do it. Moving to the foot of the bed, he took me by the legs and gently pulled me down to him, so that my rear was at the edge of the bed.

Still standing, he then hiked my legs up on his hips, positioned the head of his manhood at my entrance, and slid into me with one long, powerful thrust. Moaning, I continued stroking my most sensitive spot, the sensation of being stroked and filled at once almost more than I could take.

Grant began sliding himself in and out of my slickness, grunting, while Adrian looked on, stroking his shaft with his gaze intent on Grant and me. Very, very soon, he wasn't content just to watch. Just as I'd imagined in my fantasy, he all but shoved Grant out of the way, telling him his turn was up. Grant pulled himself out of me with what seemed like great reluctance, making an irritated-sounding growl, but he did step aside and let Adrian take his turn.

While Adrian made love to me with exquisitely long, slow strokes, pulling out of me almost completely before sliding back into my depths again, I studied Grant's face and body while he stroked his long shaft a little to the side of Adrian and me. In the golden glow of the candles, Grant looked like some sort of chiseled, bronzed god, with the shadows caused by the dim light throwing the contours of his muscles into even sharper relief than usual.

He studied Adrian and me just as intently as I was studying him, and very soon, he decided it was his turn again. To my growing excitement and pleasure, he all but pushed Adrian away from me, the same as Adrian had done to him.

This taking-turns process was repeated several more times until I was panting with a building climax. Adrian moved closer to take a turn again, but Grant stuck a hand out and uttered a single word through clenched teeth, not even pausing in his thrusting.

  "No."

That did it. That display of his power and authority, combined with the feel of his thick, granite-hard shaft sliding in and out of my slickness, combined with a look of tortured desire on Adrian's face while he stroked his own shaft faster and faster. All these things together finally drove me over the edge, and I cried out, hips bucking, while Grant drove himself deeper and deeper inside of me. Driving my head back into the soft mattress with my eyes squeezed shut, I saw stars that got bigger and bigger until they seemed to burst into tiny shimmering pinpricks of light.

A short while later, Adrian brought me to another climax while Grant lounged next to me, teasing my stiffened nipples with his fingers and tongue. After that, the three of us enjoyed further intimate activities still, until about one in the morning, when I began to doze off, having enjoyed a third powerful climax. Grant and Adrian both wrapped me in their arms, and I slept like the dead, completely satisfied, finally.

The next morning, I awoke to an empty bed. This wasn't at all surprising, considering that I knew how busy Grant and Adrian were both going to be planning the attack on Stony Rapids over the next several days. It also wasn't at all surprising to wake up alone considering it was now eleven o' clock in the morning.

I peered at the clock on the polished oak nightstand, sure I had to be reading it wrong. But I wasn't. It was really eleven. I couldn't remember the last time I'd slept in so late. I guess it had probably been the last time I'd been ill.

Which, to my incomprehension, I kind of felt like I was right then. My stomach churned with nausea, though bizarrely, at the same time, my stomach also growled with intense hunger. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed, the movement making me suddenly dizzy. That’s when it hit me.

"Oh, my God."

I'd been expecting my period the day before, but it hadn't arrived that morning, like it usually did. Then I'd completely forgotten about it. Now, a few different things suddenly made sense. Namely, my feeling of nausea and disgust while eating my sandwich the night before. My seemingly increased appetite of the past day or two. Tiredness that had made me sleep in until eleven in the morning.

"Oh...oh, my God."

I knew the symptoms of very early pregnancy, and I was pretty sure I had many of them. This upset me, because I wasn't quite ready yet, for fate to "help" me decide between Grant and Adrian, as Fiona had thought it might.

However, I knew that just because I was having a few symptoms, and just because I was now technically late for my monthly cycle, that didn't necessarily mean I was pregnant, by any means. I knew I really
could
have simply been coming down with a bug. I knew my symptoms
could
have simply been the effect of stress catching up with me and doing strange things to my body.

At the same time, I was beginning to get a feeling in the pit of my stomach, a feeling beyond an icky churning sensation. Something told me that my symptoms weren't from a bug or stress. Just in case, though, I headed for the bathroom, just to see if maybe I'd gotten my period overnight.

I hadn't. I had, however, staggered  my way to the bathroom, pausing once while gripping the edge of the dresser, because my dizziness had intensified. And now I sank to my knees on the bathroom floor, sure I was going to be sick. Soon I was leaning over the toilet while my stomach heaved up its contents.

After that, both my nausea and dizziness immediately passed. I actually felt pretty great very quickly. Great, except for being absolutely starving, anyway. I was becoming more and more certain about my gut feeling.

After very thoroughly brushing my teeth, showering, and dressing, I joined Mil, Fiona, and the boys for lunch down in the family living area, and I worked hard to try to disguise my voracious appetite, forcing myself to eat a BLT sandwich at the same pace as everyone else. I wanted to kind of be alone with my suspicions for a while, and not share them with Mil and Fiona, just in case I was wrong.

When I couldn't resist starting in on a second sandwich, Mil gave me look over the top of her coffee cup. "You seem to have gotten your appetite back. That's good. But I wonder why so suddenly."

Her expression was unreadable, but somehow, I just knew she had some little hint something was up.

Not wanting her little hint to turn into an even bigger one, I washed down a bite of sandwich with a sip of milk, then tried to smile as normally as possible. "Stress eating, probably. The whole situation with the wolves."

Mil studied me over the rim of her coffee cup for a long moment before speaking again. "Well, of course. Stress can also make a person very tired, too. Tired enough to sleep in until lunchtime."

Now Fiona's gaze was on me as well. I took another bite of my sandwich, not wanting to respond to Mil, and just then, the boys began fighting over some toys they'd brought to the table, requiring Mil and Fiona to break them up and take them to their separate rooms.

Fiona and I spent the afternoon at her art studio, and I felt great the whole time I worked on my different pottery and ceramics projects. However, when we were leaving the studio around five, I got a sudden little dizzy spell and had to rest against the doorframe for a few seconds. Fiona asked if I was okay, and I nodded, mustering a smile.

"Just fine. Just need to rest more lately, probably. The stress of the wolves catching up with me lately, I think."

Fiona's happy-go-lucky, bubbly personality was definitely at odds with her mom's, but at times, she could get looks that were nearly identical to hers. Shrewd, knowing little looks. Like the one she was giving me right then. But almost as soon as it had come across her face, it disappeared.

She smiled, crinkling the corners of her big brown eyes. "Fate catching up with you lately, did you say?"

"What?"

Still smiling, she hooked an arm through my own and began leading me through the doorway. "You heard me."

I had. I wasn't in the mood to talk about fate. Not quite yet. Thankfully, Fiona didn't bring it up again that day. Despite me being unable to resist eating a very hearty dinner, Mil didn't have any other little comments, either.

After dinner, which Grant and Adrian had eaten during a council meeting, the two of them stopped home briefly. Mil and Fiona went to get the boys washed up and put to bed, giving Grant, Adrian, and me a little privacy to visit on a couch in the living room area of the family quarters.

I sat between the two of them, with them both holding me, Grant smoothing my hair and Adrian running a hand up and down my arm. I asked how their day had gone and then they asked about mine, and I began telling them about my time in the art studio and the different projects I'd been working on. After a short while, I trailed off, tears suddenly and inexplicably filling my eyes.

I sniffled, trying to blink the tears back. "Sorry."

Grant and Adrian both immediately asked what was wrong, concern and alarm evident in their voices. I just shook my head, because I didn't exactly know what was wrong. At least not wrong enough to bring tears to my eyes right that minute.