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“He’s got quite an appetite, just like his father.”

Jake laughed and lowered his head, nipping her other nipple through the fabric of her T-shirt. “Jake! The baby.”

He grinned wolfishly. “What?” He nuzzled her neck, his hand creeping up, pulling the left side of her shirt aside and catching her nub through the fabric of her bra. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, making her clit tingle. “Daddy is hungry.”

Jenny turned her head, catching his bottom lip between her teeth. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, moaning as his fingers tightened on her nipple. “Jake?”

“Hmm?”

“Remember what you promised me?” His brow furrowed. She brought her lips to his ear. “After he’s finished and I put him down for his nap, will you…” She snaked her free hand under his hip, squeezing his buttock.

He inhaled sharply, his pupils dilating. “Jen?” With his lips, he traced the line of her jaw to the earlobe. “You want me to fuck you, honey? In the ass?”

She nodded wordlessly, her breath already coming hard and fast in anticipation.

He toyed with a strand of hair, tickling her ear, making her shiver. “You know I like to hear you say it.”

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“Jake,” she whispered. “Will you please, please, fuck me in the ass?”

He groaned, reaching down to rearrange his jeans, which seemed suddenly too tight for him. “He’s close to being done, right?”

She smiled, nodding.

“Good.” He pushed himself up from the couch. “I’d better go find something else to do, or I might just take you right in front of him.”

He walked toward the hallway, with Jenny watching his gorgeous butt move in his tight jeans. At the doorway, he glanced back, grinning as he caught her looking. “Hold that thought.” He disappeared down the hall.

Jenny squirmed, her pussy already wet at the thought of the treat to come.

She looked down at the innocent face nestled against her breast. “I’d better stop having such thoughts,” she murmured. “They might corrupt you.”

Theron just watched, his eyes darkly observant, full of hidden depths, like his father’s.

She sighed with contentment. The twins’ teeth had started coming in a couple of weeks before Christmas, so she’d had to stop breastfeeding them before she was ready to. But things had worked out well. At Tara’s request, she’d pumped her breasts to keep her milk production going, and her friend had gone into labor on December twenty-seventh. Tara had stayed with them for the first couple of weeks, breastfeeding Theron so that he’d have the benefit of her colostrum, but when her milk had come in, she’d asked Jen to take over.

Marshall had handled the legal side of matters, and Jake now had full custody of Theron. Tara visited as often as she could, and they planned on telling Theron who she really was as soon as he was old enough to understand, but Tara had wanted Jen to be as much of a mother to him as she would have been had she adopted him. “I want him to bond with you, Jen,” she’d said. “To know without a doubt that he belongs.”

Jenny had secretly feared it wouldn’t work, but to her joy, Theron had taken to her milk like a wolf to the wild.

Ten minutes later, she was settling him in his crib. As a newborn, he’d originally shared a room with the twins, but their sleeping schedules were too different. Theron had awakened every one-and-a-half to two hours for feedings, while the twins would sleep for three to four hours unless disturbed by Theron’s cries, so they’d moved him into his own room. Tilting her head thoughtfully as she tucked a blanket around him, she decided that she’d have the guys move the crib back into the room with the other boys this weekend.

Their sleeping schedules were close enough now that it shouldn’t be a problem any longer.

She stopped in the other bedroom as well, peeking in on Collin and Cale, who were also sleeping peacefully. She shut the door carefully and went to find Jake.

He was in the master bedroom with Damien and Devlin, fiddling with some

contraption they were putting together. Jenny raised her eyebrows questioningly.

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“Just give us a minute,” Jake said.

“Okay.”

She grabbed her reader and headed back into the living room, though she found it hard to concentrate on the e-book as she waited for her promised treat.

Jake finally came and fetched her. The delay felt like hours, but was only about fifteen minutes. She followed him back to the bedroom, and from there into the playroom he and the guys had added onto the house once she’d come home from the hospital with the twins.

An adult playroom. Because they sometimes liked to use toys and engage in a little bondage play, her husbands had decided they needed to build an addition to the bedroom, with no windows. One that could be locked, secure from tiny, questioning eyes and probing fingers. They’d seen no reason to delay, and the three of them working together had pretty much finished it in two and a half days.

Now there was a new item of furniture among the toys -- a canted, soft suede bench, with a semicircle missing from the lower edge and stirrups protruding to the left and right about a third of the way up toward the top. In the upper portion there were two padded holes, big enough for her breasts to fit through. In front of the holes there was a bench, just at the right height for a man to sit and… Her pussy tingled as she imagined what they might choose to do to her breasts. Across the middle there was a wide, padded belt. Below the canted bench was a horizontal one. She couldn’t quite figure out what that bench was for.

“What do you think?” Jake’s hot breath tickled her ear.

“Looks very interesting,” she murmured.

Damien and Devlin came in from the bedroom. Dev set the two baby monitors on a shelf near the light switch and shut the door.

Jake’s hand snaked up under her shirt, unfastening the back of her bra. Damien stood in front of her, unbuttoning the dress shirt she’d borrowed from his closet, his knuckles grazing her nipples as he worked his way down.

The last button came free, and Jenny held her arms out and back as Jake slipped the shirt off. Damien caught the straps of her bra, then tugged it off and tossed it into a corner.

He stepped back.

Devlin knelt before her. He unbuttoned her jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper.

Jenny’s breath quickened. She was naked beneath, and barefoot. She raised each foot. Dev slipped the jeans from her legs and tossed them away as well.

Jake’s hands roamed her belly. She moaned, reaching back to cup his ass and pull him tight against her back. “Nuh-uh-uh,” he chided. “Don’t touch unless we tell you to.”

Jenny groaned, the warm flush of anticipation flooding her abdomen.

Jake guided her to the new contraption. He placed a stepstool in front of it and patted the top step. “Climb up here.”

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Jenny obliged. She saw that, in her initial perusal, she had missed a couple of padded bars that stuck out to the side. Jacob grasped her waist. “Now put your right leg over the bar.” She did, and Devlin guided her foot into the right stirrup, fastening a strap across her ankle. “Now the left one.”

She complied. Jake was still helping to support her weight. Her legs were open wide, her butt and pussy now hanging just below the innermost curve of the missing semicircle at the canted bench’s lower edge.

While Damien supported her butt, Jake pushed her forward, guiding her breasts into the holes. Devlin fastened the strap across her waist. Then he grabbed her arms and pulled them up along the outside of the bench. Again, she’d missed something -- the wrist straps at the top. He fastened her in; then they all let go. She was wide open to them, totally vulnerable.

The fire of need inside her had never burned hotter.

Her head was turned to the left, her right cheek resting on the brushed suede. Jake came around to where she could see him. “How does it feel?”

Jenny considered. There was pressure at the strap points on her wrists and waist, and behind her knees where they rested on the padded bars, but it wasn’t unbearable. She nodded. “I’m okay.”

He grinned. “Good.”

He ran his fingers through her hair, down along her back. Devlin sat on the bench in front of her. She couldn’t see him, but his fingers tweaked her nipples. Jenny moaned, her pussy clenching. Behind her, Jake chuckled. “Oh, Jen. We’ve barely even begun, baby.” She jerked involuntarily as his fingers outlined her gaping lips. “Goddess. You’re dripping wet.

Maybe this will help.”

He worked something cool, with lots of rounded protuberances, like tiny fingers, into her pussy. Jen gasped, attempting to wiggle, but their contraption held her tight. Jake chuckled as her pussy spasmed repeatedly. “So eager!”

She heard a snick, and then the fingers were vibrating. “Oh, Goddess.” Jenny squirmed, what little she could, and Jake twisted the vibrator inside her as Dev’s fingers tightened on her nipples. She felt her climax approaching already and knew they were right -- they were just getting started, and oh, it felt so good. They were going to --

The sweet sensation disappeared. “No!”

“Not yet, baby. You don’t get to come yet.” Devlin stopped twisting her nipples.

Jen moaned. “Jake --”

“Shh, baby.” He ran his fingers lightly down her back. Calming her, bringing her down, until her tremors faded.

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He must have given some kind of signal. Damien strode to the counter just in her line of sight. A metallic object clinked against the stainless-steel countertop as he scooped it up.

He walked toward her, taking Devlin’s place on the stool.

She couldn’t see his face. Couldn’t see any of them unless they moved to her left. It was maddening, but at the same time incredibly erotic, not knowing where that next touch would be, who it would be.

Ice-cold prongs, pinching her breasts. Jen gasped. Weights, pulling down on her nipples, swayed with each breath. She whimpered fitfully.

Jake whispered in her ear. “What is it, baby? You like that?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

Sharp tugs, stretching her nipples. She drew in a shuddering breath. The sensitive nubs stung, bolts of electric sensation spiraling from the throbbing peaks to her pussy. “Oh, Goddess.” She moaned, straining her legs, trying to lift herself so that she could press her clit against the table, make herself come.

Jake tapped her buttock. “None of that, now, or we’ll stop playing.”

Jen froze. Jake stepped behind her, his hands massaging her buttocks. Swirling, twisting, her nipples buzzed with sensation as Damien twirled whatever was attached to her breasts in delicious, rapid circles. “Oh, please,” Jen gasped.

Devlin’s head popped into view. He grinned as he grabbed the edge of her bench, sliding onto his back on the one beneath her.

“Oh, God.” She trembled with expectation.

A thumb and forefinger pinched her clit. She moaned, clenching her pussy. Another pinch. His two hands alternated, one pinching her clit and stretching it out, then the other, milking her incessantly.

Her nipples throbbed; her pussy wept. The scent of her sex filled the air, light and mossy, overlaid by Jake’s rich musk, Damien’s earthy odor, and Devlin’s woodsy aroma.

Her clit and nipples twisted simultaneously. Jen cried out, tightening her ass muscles, her pussy contracting. “Yes, yes!”

Again, the sweet torture ended. “Please, please,” she sobbed. “Please, Jake.”

His breath tickled her ear. “Please what?”

He liked her to say things, liked her to talk dirty. “Please, let me come, Jake.”

“Why, Jenny? Are you horny?”

He slipped a finger into her pussy, stroking.

“Goddess, yes!” she sobbed. “Yes! I’m so horny. I need to come, Jake. Please let me come.” She tightened her pussy, wishing he would stroke a little deeper. She was almost there. Almost.

His pressed a kiss to her cheek, removing his finger. “Not just yet,” he murmured.

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She moaned. They were driving her crazy, but it was the most delicious torture she could ever imagine.

He waited, grinning ear to ear as her breathing slowed, steadied. When he was sure she had settled down, he disappeared.

The metallic clamps on her nipples were removed, leaving them pulsing, sensitive.

Fingers tugged her labia apart.

Wet, slapping noises accompanied by light, stinging impacts. Corkscrews of delight twisted through her abdomen as slender strands whipped the tender flesh between her swollen lips. “Oh!”

Warmth. Mouths closing on her nipples, sucking hard. Both breasts tingled. She squeezed her pussy, desperately trying to catch one of the tantalizing flails inside. She wanted something inside her, anything, please, so she could come. “Oh, Goddess.” She moaned, gasping, already climbing the peak again.

Fingers plunged into her pussy. Once. Twice. She no longer knew who was doing what. Didn’t care. Only let me come --

Gone. All the sweet sensations. She tossed her head. Panting. Sobbing. She kept squeezing her pussy. She had to come. Had to.

“Jen.” A warning tone from Jake.

She stopped, breathing heavy. Begging. “Please. Please-please-please.”

But they waited.

They left her alone this time, waiting for her to calm on her own. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, almost dozing.

Friction. Bristles, drawn across her raw, aching nipples. Jen arched. “Oh, please.

Please.”

“What do you want?” Damien now, at her ear. She wasn’t even looking anymore, her eyes closed, all her concentration on the myriad sensations they were giving her. “Suck them,” she begged. “Please, Damien. Suck my nipples.”

Hands, pushing her breasts against one another, pulling the nipples in so that one mouth closed on them both. Sucking on the tips, a tongue flicking lightly across the hypersensitive peaks. Jen whimpered, wanting to beg, wanting to tighten her pussy, resisting because if they knew how close she was, they might stop.

Tongue in her pussy, wriggling, probing. “Goddess!” She clenched her hands, fighting the urge to squeeze.

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