Build a Love (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (21 page)

“Okay.”

I was almost holding my breath waiting for him to say the magic words.

“Apart from that, I mentioned to you that you may have an ongoing headache. You can take paracetamol, it won’t harm the babies, cut down on caffeine. Get plenty of exercise and rest whenever you feel tired. The rib will heal by itself. Just be careful doing things, you may find you get dizzy easily.”

“The other problem you may find will be sleeping. Sometime sleep patterns are disturbed by head injuries, some people can’t sleep, others seem to fall asleep all the time. It’s perfectly normal so don’t stress if you find that happening. You may find you have some problems with memory, maybe nausea and dizziness, the nausea could also be from pregnancy. All of this should settle down within a few months, if it doesn’t then you need to speak to your doctor.”

I nodded my head, my fingers still crossed.

“Any questions?”

“No.”

“Okay, well in that case I think we can let you go home. Take it easy for a while. Nothing strenuous, just work your way back into things.”

I felt like kissing him, I was so happy.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Oh, there’ll be a report for your obstetrician in your discharge papers, as well as your GP.”

“Thank you. I’ll have to see my doctor and get him to refer me to one.”

“No problem, and congratulations on the twins.”

I grinned at him as he left. I felt like doing a happy dance. I got out of bed carefully and found the clothes Marco had brought for me. I managed to get dressed except for putting on my bra. I’d just have to go without, there was no way I could do it up. I put my new pyjamas in the bag the boys had left and sat up in bed waiting.

The nurse with my discharge papers and my men arrived at the same time. They took one look at me sitting in my jeans and T-shirt and gave huge grins. Marco let out a whoop and cuddled the nurse. She told me I had to sit in a wheel chair and she would take me to the exit. The boys gathered up all my flowers and I was grinning like a maniac all the way. We finally reached the door. Bryan made Marco sit with me while he got the car. I thought they were going to lift me into it.

Finally, I could wave goodbye to the hospital.

I burst out laughing as we drove away.

I’d given my discharge papers to Marco and he was reading them.

“We should swing past your doctor and see if you can get a referral, Harry, that way you don’t have to come out again.”

Bryan agreed so they drove over to the complex where my doctor had his rooms. I was lucky, they had a cancellation and he was running early so I was slotted in. He got the biggest shock when I gave him the reports. He was so upset that I had been hurt again but absolutely amazed when I told him about being pregnant. I’d been seeing him since I moved into the area and he knew all about my medical and psychological problems.

He gave me a referral for an obstetrician, there was one in the same complex and he thought she was exceptional. He had a look at my stitches then reminded me they needed to be removed the next week. We walked to the door and he gave me a hug. I booked an appointment to get the stitches out, including one for Bryan to have his removed at the same time. I told the boys what he had said and we were able to book in with the obstetrician for the next week as well.

Back to the car, I had to admit I was starting to feel a little weak, and my head was pounding. I was also really nervous about going home. Hell, I was beyond nervous, I was terrified. I kept my head down. I really didn’t want go back. I wondered if I could say anything to the boys, maybe stay at their place for a couple of days until I felt braver then go back to pack my belongings. I was moving in with them but we hadn’t actually starting move things. The only things I’d packed was just the studio stuff.

I started biting my bottom lip and fiddling with my T-shirt. We travelled for about ten minutes, I felt them turn into the driveway and I finally lifted my head and looked out the windscreen.

In front of me was their house.

I looked in surprise at Bryan. He was grinning, I glanced back at Marco, he winked.

The boys helped me out of the car, they settled me in one of the overstuffed couches in the kitchen. Both carried in the flowers and put them through the house. Bryan busied himself making coffees for him and Marco and an herbal tea for me.

Marco knelt in front of me.

“Babe. Um…we kind of did something without asking.” I cocked my head and looked down at him. “We moved you here.”

“You moved me?”

“Yeah. All your stuff is now here. Your house is empty.” He looked a little scared.

“You mean I don’t have to go back there? At all?” I looked from him to Bryan. Bryan looked as if he was holding his breath.

“No. Not if you don’t want to.”

That did it. I burst into sobs. My worse fear was gone. I think they both thought I hated the idea. Bryan dropped the coffee he was holding into the sink and came rushing to me. Marco leant and put his arms around me.

“We’re sorry, Harry. We can put it back if you want us to.”

I tried to tell them it was all right. I gave a hiccup and sniffle.

“I was so scared. I didn’t want to go back there but I didn’t know how to tell you both. I’m happy!”

“Hell, babe. You scared me.”

Bryan cuddled me and kissed me, then went back to remaking coffee. Marco dropped onto the couch alongside me. He held my hand.

“We’ve cleaned your old house. You can rent it out, sell it, or leave it empty. Do whatever you like with it.”

Vehemently, I said through gritted teeth, “Get rid of it. I never want to see it again.”

Wisely, they changed the subject.

“Mama dropped off food for us. The freezer is overflowing, so we certainly won’t need to cook for a year.”

“I love your parents, Marco, they’re wonderful.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty special.”

“Don’t forget it’s Mama’s birthday and I’m going.” I was adamant that I was going.

“But how do you think you’ll be for Saturday? Maybe we should stay home.”

“No way! I’ll be fine. It’s Thursday today and I’m getting better all the time.”

“We’ll see.”

I pulled a face. Marco got up and lifted my feet onto the couch.

“You need to rest. You have to keep off your feet.”

“Who said?”

“Me.”

I rolled my eyes. Bryan brought our drinks over and we sat and relaxed. I felt so much better. Not just about leaving the hospital but about not having to face the house again. It was a large weight lifted from me.

We finished our drinks. The boys wanted me to lie down, but I insisted I was fine. They looked as if they would argue but decided to give me the benefit of the doubt. I rested my head against the soft arm of the couch and did it. I fell asleep.

When I woke I was surprised, it was four o’clock. I needed to pee. I couldn’t see either of my men. Carefully I stood. I wandered down the hall and heard their voices coming from the office. I went into the main bathroom and used the loo.

I was surprised. There was my shampoo’s standing with theirs. In the cupboard was my other bathroom stuff. I grinned and snuck a look in the walk-in wardrobe. My clothes had filled the empty space. I headed out. Bryan caught me in the hall.

“Are you okay?” He sounded anxious.

“I needed to go.”

“You should have called one of us.”

“I’m okay.” He put his arm across my shoulder.

“Now you’re up, come and look. Hey Marco, sleeping beauty’s awake!”

Marco came out of the office and looked at me.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh heavens! Yes, I’m fine.”

They ushered me down the hall to the other living room, both with an arm around my waist. Marco opened the door and gave a bow.

“Ta-da.”

I was speechless!

All my books were on these amazing shelves and there was heaps of room to add more. There was a beautiful big desk with a comfy office chair. The two overstuff chairs were arranged in front of the fire with the coffee table between. It was perfect!

I ran my hand across the desk and looked at the beautiful book shelves. There was even a ladder so I could get to the ones up high. For a moment I couldn’t do more than breathe. I looked at the boys, they were both grinning. I wanted to fling myself into their arms but knew I couldn’t at the moment. Instead, I went to Marco, the closest, and took his hand. I pulled him to Bryan and then leant against his chest. Marco wrapped his arms around us both and Bryan managed to hold us both, too.

“Have I told you how much I love you both?”

Oh, I wanted them, I wanted them so badly. I needed to be loved, I needed that special feeling you get when you make love to someone who rocks your world. I needed to push away all the pain, the fears of the past week. I reached up and kissed Bryan as carefully as I could, then Marco.

“I don’t care if it hurts, I don’t care about anything, I just want to make love.”

“Sweetheart, we don’t want to hurt you.”

I looked up at Bryan.

“I’m sure you can both think of ways around a minor problem like broken ribs, bruises and stitches. I really need you.”

Marco looked at Bryan and shrugged his shoulders.

“The boss has spoken.”

He picked me up gently and carried me back to the bedroom. I felt like a piece of rare china the way he deposited me so carefully onto the bed. Bryan followed, he stood at the foot of the bed and looked sternly at me.

“One bit of pain and we stop. Do you understand?” He waggled a finger at me. “I’ll know.”

“I promise. Now get here and love me.”

He smirked. Marco quickly stripped. He needed no further assurances from me. Bryan hesitated then stripped off, too. I loved looking at the two of them naked. Each was spectacular. Bryan was so wide, so powerful, and Marco was sleeker but no less strong. I adore them. Tenderly they removed my jeans, panties, and T-shirt. Marco put another pillow behind my head.

“No moving. You just lie back and let us take care of everything.”

I rolled my eyes. Marco chuckled. He propped himself on one elbow alongside me and began tracing across my stomach and navel. Bryan climbed onto the bed on the other side. His head was facing my feet.

Slowly he began to kiss my toes, my feet, and my leg. His hand was lazily rubbing up and down my leg as his mouth traced along. Meanwhile, Marco had decided to suck my breasts. He was rubbing one and gently sucking on the other. They were both so tender, so careful of all my bruises and cuts.

I felt myself get wet. Bryan had reached my thigh. His mouth was licking closer and closer to my mound. I was watching with wide-opened eyes as he got closer and closer.

Then he teased me. He bypassed and instead kissed my tummy. I gave a little groan. He looked up and grinned. I made a moue of disappointment. His fingers brushed through the hair at the apex of my legs.

I saw him reach out and brush his fingers across Marco’s face. Marco stopped sucking my nipple and gave Bryan a kiss. They knew how much it turned me on when I saw the love they shared. Bryan went back to licking his way around my body.

With my uninjured arm, I reached down to run my hand up and down Bryan’s cock. He tensed, then ran a finger up and down my wet slit. My legs spread apart for him. He pushed a finger in, his thumb finding my clit.

Marco, meanwhile, pressed his lips to mine. I wanted more. I pushed against his lips harder. It stung a little, but I didn’t care. He responded. I forced my tongue into his mouth. He wrapped a hand behind my head and held my face tight against his. It hurt but it was a wonderful hurt. It was exactly what I needed to push away the pain from the past.

All the while Bryan’s fingers were thrusting in and out, rubbing my clit at the same time. I kissed Marco harder. I could feel a climax hovering close. His fingers found a nipple, tweaking and pulling it as I screamed into his mouth. Bryan kept his finger inside me, he hooked them round and massaged my G-spot. I was gone again.

Marco finally broke our kiss as I gasped for air. He looked at my flushed face.

“Love you, Harry.”

“I love you, but I need one of you to make love to me.”

“I don’t know if we can without hurting you, Harry. You’ve already hurt your mouth again.”

I tried to look remorseful and pleading. “Figure it out.” I snickered.

Bryan lifted me so I was close to the edge of the bed. Marco was the shorter of the two so he stood between my legs and held his cock at my entrance. I almost moaned with pleasure as he thrust in, or maybe I did.

Bryan, meanwhile, had climbed back onto the bed. I was playing with his cock.

“Let me suck you,” I begged. I figured my mouth was already sore so I may as well enjoy myself.

He knelt at my head, made sure I had a pillow under it, and I greedily took him in my mouth. I tried to match the same rhythm that Marco had built up. I was in heaven. A cock buried deep inside and one in my mouth.