Build a Love (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (22 page)

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Harry was determined we make love to her. Bryan was worried we’d hurt her but we could never refused our darling girl.

I carried her and laid her gently on the bed. My clothes came off in record time. Bryan made her promise to tell us if she hurt before he stripped off. Harry was looking at us greedily. Shit, it’s a turn on when your woman looks at you like that.

I started kissing her tits, her stomach. I kept thinking, she’s growing our babies inside here. I couldn’t stop kissing it. Bryan was working his way up her. He was upside down to us. I saw him tease her. She was pouting. He sat up and leant over and kissed me.

Boy, that man can fucking kiss!

He went back to playing with Harry’s pussy. I saw him push a finger or two into her cunt. Harry was panting so I kissed her softly. She wasn’t having any of that. She kissed me back hard, so I grabbed her head, a handful of hair in my fists, and I gave her as hard as she gave me. It had to be hurting her mouth but she wouldn’t ease off. I got the feeling she desperately needed it.

I felt her tense and she groaned against my mouth as she came. I didn’t relent. I kept kissing her until both of us had to stop for air.

“Figure it out,” she told us. Bossy woman!

Bryan worked it out. He moved her, I stood between her legs. I pushed my cock into that hot fucking cunt of hers. She grabbed it tight. It was fucking beautiful!

Bryan climbed up alongside of her and she started sucking his huge fucking cock.

Shit, I nearly lost it watching. We started to match our movements. I was fucking her like crazy. My balls were slapping against her skin and I could hear that wonderful sound her wet cunt made when my cock almost came out and I slammed it back in.

Bryan started shouting and grabbed her head to hold his cock deep in her mouth. That did it for me. I pushed my cock as hard I could into her cunt and held it there while I jerked and filled her with cum.

Harry screamed around Bryan’s cock and it slipped limp from her mouth. I felt those tight muscles grab my dick so fucking hard! She milked me dry as she came.

I almost fell onto her. I managed to put a hand out and land beside her on the bed. The three of us sounded like we’d ran a marathon. I crawl up the bed and settle on the other side of her.

We lay there, I had one of her hands and Bryan had the other. I still couldn’t believe this gorgeous woman was ours!

Friday was a bit of a blur. Vince and Andy came over to keep me company. Bryan had gone into the office and Marco was playing nursemaid. Marco’s sister, Helene, one of the twins, dropped in with her husband. A few hours later the other twin’s wife, Jane, called in. A couple of cousins that I vaguely remembered meeting at some time called in for five minutes.

They all came bearing flowers and even more food.

The house smelt divine but it was beginning to look like a florist shop. We also now had enough food to feed a small army for the next month!

Marco ended up shooing everyone out around two so I could take a breather. In the end, it was just him, Vince, and Andy. I was having trouble keeping my eyes open. Marco sent me to bed and told me he and the boys would unpack the boxes in my studio if I wanted them to.

I agreed and within five minutes of lying on the bed, I was asleep. I woke to the smell of lasagne.

Getting up, I wandered out into the kitchen. Bryan was back, the others were sitting drinking white wine. When I walked in, I was smothered with kisses and made to sit down. I rolled my eyes, somehow these men of mine were turning into big fussy pots.

“Marco, can I have my ring back? Feels funny without it.”

Vince looked at me and the boys as Marco left the room. He came back with my ring and the chain I wore around my neck as well as my sleeper earrings. I wasn’t allowed to put the earrings in myself, he was worried I might break my stitches. That done, he lowered my chain over my neck then gave me back my beautiful ring.

Not sure who, but either Vince or Andy let out a scream.

“And why weren’t we told!”

“Oh damn. Sorry, you were both away and then I ended up in hospital.”

I held out my hand for them both to gush over. Vince had tears in his eye as they both hugged me.

“I’m so glad, my darling. You deserve only happiness.”

I hugged them back. Bryan and Marco were whispering together. Then they came to the couch where I was sitting alongside the other two. They topped up the wineglasses and gave me a glass of fruit juice. Marco tapped his glass with his finger.

“We have an announcement.”

They looked at me, then my best friends. Bryan was grinning like a madman.

“We’re pregnant!”

That did it. Both Andy and Vince screamed.

“Fuck! Really? Honestly?”

They looked at me and I nodded. Once more, I was smothered in hugs and kisses. Vince stood and hugged and kissed Marco and Bryan.

“This is totally the best news we’ve had in a long time. I’m so excited! I’m going to be an uncle!”

Then Andy got in on the act. “Harry, you’re going to make simply the best mother and I’ll be the best uncle he or she ever had.”

Bryan cleared his throat.

“Actually, there’s more.” Vince and Andy looked at him in surprise.

“We’re having twins!”

“Twin? As in two?”

“Oh for goodness sake, Vince, yes, twins is two.” Andy shook his head at his partner.

Another round of hugs and cuddles.

“What did your Mama say, Marco?”

“Actually she doesn’t know, Andy. We haven’t told them about the engagement or the twins. We were saving the engagement until tomorrow night to surprise her. Everything went crazy. Then we only found out about the babies when they scanned Harry the other day.”

“She’s going to go ape shit!”

“That I don’t doubt. So will my dad and my brother and sisters. All the cousins, nieces, and nephews are in their late teens now so new babies will be a big deal. My parents are going to spoil them rotten.”

The remainder of the evening was spent discussing babies, engagements, weddings, and friends. It was relaxing, enjoyable and lots of laughs. By ten I had a splitting headache, the four boys all fussed over me, tucking me into bed with paracetamol and kisses.

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I think we were all nervous. Mama’s party was an all-day affair but we told her we wouldn’t be arriving till the afternoon. Bryan and I were worried that being there all day would be too much for Harry. She, of course, wanted to be there for the whole party but we both put our foot down. In the end we told her either we go around three in the afternoon or not at all. She soon agreed.

It was closer to three-thirty when we arrived. The street was full of cars but Bryan managed to squeeze between a few in the driveway and park on the front grass. We helped Harry out of the car, Bryan got the present out, and in we went.

I forgot I had so many relations. Both my parents came from large families and most of them had emigrated here. Most lived within a fifty kilometre radius so a get together was always filled with lots of people. Because this was Mama’s sixty-fifth birthday, relatives from interstate as well as the locals had come, and even a few had come from Italy.

Harry was unsettled. She’d been worrying because the bruises on her face were still rather spectacular. We told her not to worry. Bryan reminded her that at least she’d be able to find a seat. For some reason, she thumped him.

Women!

We fought our way through the hugs and kisses. I saw Helene and she told me my folks were holding court out in the yard. More shoving and kissing until we finally made it past the gauntlet of relatives. Thank goodness Bryan is big, he managed to blaze the trail and protect Harry from any bumps to her arm and she was still limping from the cut on her leg.

We all kissed Mama and Papà. Mama called for a chair and insisted Harry sit, which was exactly what Bryan and I had figured would happen. Everyone made a big fuss over our girl as she settled down between my folks. We handed over the painting.

As I thought when I first saw it, she loved it. She insisted it get hung immediately. Poor Papà had to go and find his drill and hooks to fix it. Fortunately Bryan took over and once Mama had told him where she wanted it, Papà came back to sit with Harry. Mama was standing over Bryan, supervising.

Once it was hung, everyone was ordered to admire it. Mind you, it wasn’t hard. It looked amazing. Mama came back out and very gently hugged Harry a few more times. We still hadn’t decided how we would tell them about getting married and, more importantly, the babies. Mama sat alongside Harry, next to Papa. She held her hand.

My father asked if someone would make him a coffee and the table near us cleared a little. Now was the time before everyone came back. I knelt in front of Mama, Bryan was standing behind Harry.

“Mama, we want to tell you something.”

She looked worried and grabbed Harry’s hand tighter.

“Harry, are you okay? You’re not still hurting?”

Harry shook her head. Mama gave a sigh of relief then started asking if her ribs were okay and if the stitches hurt.

Marco was getting frustrated. “Mama, listen.”

“Sorry. Go on.”

“You and Papà, well, you know we love you both.”

“Marco, stop dragging it out.”

I looked up at Bryan.

“Bryan, Harry and I are getting married. I mean we haven’t figured it all out but we are.”

Mama looked a little confused, Papà was beaming. He put his arm around Harry and hugged her. She leant into him and kissed his cheek, then she held out her ring and showed Mama. A ring she could understand, marrying three people was a little confusing.

Mama shrieked!

There was silence and everyone looked up at us. Mama started to cry.

“Don’t cry, Mama. It’s good.”

She was nodding and waving her hands. The relatives were all looking at us, wondering what was happening.

“I know it’s good. I’m so happy!”

Harry looked at me and giggled. I knew she was thinking the same thing as me—if Mama was happy now wait until she heard the rest of our news. Bryan came around and knelt down, he put his arm across my shoulders. He had his hand on Mama’s knee. I took hold of Harry’s.

“There’s more.”

“Papà, Mama. Harry’s pregnant, and we’re going to be parents!”

“Pregnant?”

Harry nodded.

“With twins.”

“Twins? Pregnant! Two!”

Again with the shrieking. This time Papà was roaring with laughter. He was kissing Harry. He stood and came over to Bryan and me. He pulled us up into his arms and was hugging and kissing. Mama was still sitting and crying. Harry took her hands.

Mama looked at Harry and I felt a tear run down my cheek as she kissed her and spoke.

“Oh Harry, you’ve made us so happy. First by loving my boys but now, now to have bambinos. Oh Harry, it’s so wonderful. We love you so much. To us you are another daughter who we adore.”

That started Harry crying.

Papà called out for champagne. My brother Franco came over.

“I thought you wanted coffee?”

“I do, but I want champagne for everyone!”

Franco shrugged his shoulders. “Okay, Papà, I’ll get it.”

Ten minutes later, everyone had a glass of Italian Asti, and Harry had fruit juice. All their guests had come outside, wondering what was happening. Papà stood.

“As you know Harry, Bryan, and Marco are together. They have just given Mama and me the best present for many years. They are getting married!”

The place erupted in cheers as everyone yelled
“salute”
and “c
ent’anni
.”
Papà yelled for silence again. Gradually the noise stopped.

He raised his glass again.

“We’ve been blessed by wonderful children.” He tipped his glass to my brother and sisters, then myself. “We also consider Bryan our son.” A nod to Bryan.

“I know some people took a while to come around to the idea of Bryan and Marco being together but now everyone know how much love they share. Now we have Harry, our third daughter.” More cheers.

“And very soon we will have little bambinos—my sons and daughter are having twins!”

The place erupted!

Mama kept smiling and crying. She leant to Harry and I caught her whisper.

“Thank you. Thank you so much. This is the best birthday present I could ever have.”

The next hour was a blur. I was worried about Harry, how she would cope with my overenthusiastic relatives, but she was wonderful. It was Papà who finally called a halt.

“Okay, let’s get back to celebrating Mama’s birthday. Where’s my coffee?” Mama got up to talk with my Nonna, my Dad’s mum. She was eighty-nine and a wonderful woman. Papà leant over to Harry.

“You okay? They are crazy but they love you, we all do. Harry, I…”