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  "On us," Jake corrected. "We are truly sorry. Like he said, we should have told you this in the beginning, but it never occurred to us that we would be blessed and have you forever."

  Baylor wrinkled her forehead in an attempt to hide her amusement. It was rather nice to see those boys be the ones squirming for once! "So you are telling me that, instead of a big, white wedding where I would be dressed up in a ridiculous gown and marched down the aisle by a handsome man—"

  "You would still be wearing a ridiculous gown and marched down the aisle by two handsome gay men—" Hayden said.

  "Neither of whom will also be wearing a ridiculous gown. I hope," Jake interrupted. "You never know what stunt Matt might pull to yank our chains."

  "Jake would be best man for both couples. It sounds a bit complex," Hayden admitted.

  "Complex? It's more than just complex." Baylor forced a fake frown. "Who in their right mind would even consider officiating over such a fiasco?"

  "Dad said that he wanted to get ordained and do it for us. You can do that in California, you know." Jake sounded nervous and was frequently glancing at Hayden.

  Baylor stood up, crossed her arms, and walked a few feet away from them to study the framed photographs on the wall. Hayden and his Search and Rescue team in Barstow; Terry and the medical team in Afghanistan; Matt repelling into a canyon in Utah; Jake in his CHP uniform next to his motorcycle… Her eyes then shifted to the pictures of the four together on different vacations. In the very center was one that included her, of the time they'd dragged her sorry ass to Chuck E. Cheese after she finally admitted she needed the special dynamic that they promised in their relationship with her.

  She touched that picture, remembering how strange it felt to be introduced to this lifestyle. It was not just the polyamory, where she would be partnered with two men, but the ageplay aspect that had both confused and intrigued her. These men—her two lovers and their two friends—had changed her life. They had worked together to move her heart from a place of cold, lonely fear to that of a trusting, and well-loved, inner little girl. A little girl who gave courage and confidence to the adult woman.

  "This changes things," she finally said, turning around and re-crossing her arms. The two men looked stricken. Well, good! It was about time she got to pull a reverse 'mind-fuck' on them!

  "Honey, I'm sure the guys would understand. I just hate to break a promise, but I would if not doing it meant risking losing you," Hayden said quickly.

  "I agree. We will do whatever we need to make you happy. You come first," Jake said.

  "I'd better come first." She couldn't hide her smile. "And at least three times after that."

  "Not that type of come, you horny little brat. Talk to us," Jake admonished.

  "I think it is the most wonderful idea in the world." She laughed. "But unless Terry and Matt want something big and formal, I would prefer keeping it simple and intimate. I've done the big white wedding, remember? And the miserable honeymoon."

  "They were going to just do a dinner party here, and then go to Reno for the honeymoon."

  "They can go anywhere they want, but this honeymoon had better be a good one. No Vegas. Period."

  "How about Disney?" Hayden brightened. "We could do it all at Disney."

  "We are not getting married and honeymooning at Disney, bro. This is our Big girl we are marrying. How about a cruise into Mexico?"

  "I've never been on a cruise!" Baylor clapped her hands. "Okay, how about we sit down with them and talk about it? I'm open to anything. Even without a ring on my finger," she hinted with sigh, gazing at the naked digit on her left hand.

  "Give her the damn ring." Jake rolled his eyes.

  "Ring? I don't have a ring," Hayden remarked.

  "Oh, that's right. I do."

  "You do?" Baylor exclaimed in genuine surprise. "I was just messing with you! When did you have time to get a ring?"

  "Give me a second to set the mood," Hayden said happily, dimming the lamp and lighting the candles on the table. He hurried to kneel at Jake's right side and shared the hold of the beautiful filigree emerald-cut diamond ring that glittered in the candlelight. Baylor's right hand flew to her mouth as they proposed; both holding her left hand in theirs.

  "This was our mom's," Jake said. "Dad wanted you to have it. Baylor Anne Parish, would you do us the honor…"

  "Of becoming our wife?" Hayden finished.

  "I can't believe you had a ring!" she coughed out, still stunned.

  "Why do we even ask? Everyone already knows that I won't take 'no' for an answer." Jake grinned, slipping the ring on her finger.

  Before she could comment, Hayden snagged her right hand and dragged her up behind him. "I think we should celebrate. Let's go upstairs." Not once did her eyes leave the ring as she was hauled into Hayden's bedroom.

  "Strip," he ordered, closing the door behind him.

  "Huh? Aw, come on. You didn't give me a chance to respond to your proposal!"

  "And what is your answer, then?" Jake asked, reaching around her waist from behind and unzipping her pants.

  "I don't think you really care," she said, and giggled as her pants were slid down to her ankles and she stepped out of them.

  "What we care about is showing you how much we love you," he answered, pulling her shirt over her head. Her panties and bra were removed quickly, and she grimaced as her breasts were released; the sensitive and swollen nipples protesting the unexpected change in pressure.

  "Put your hands on your head and spread your legs," Hayden demanded.

  Baylor's flesh quivered as she quickly obeyed. Her breasts weighed heavily on her chest as she reached her arms over her head and spread her feet apart beneath her.

  "Are they sore?" Jake asked, as both men cupped a heavy breast each.

  "Yes. Very sore. Please be gentle with them tonight," she requested solemnly.

  "We will. And while we do adore those lovely tidbits," Hayden said, flicking her nipple with his tongue, "we have something a little tastier that we are interested in tonight. Climb on the bed, and stay on your hands and knees with your head over the edge." His large hand gently pushed her shoulders down until her face was level with his brother's crotch. "Suck Jake's cock like our good little subbie."

  Her entire body responded with tingling excitement upon hearing those words, and she obeyed by sliding Jake's thick cock between her lips. She looked up into his hazel eyes and slowly blinked her lashes, rejoicing internally as Jake stroked her face. After a minute or two, he slowly withdrew himself from her mouth and knelt on the floor, where he kissed her hard.

  Behind her, Hayden ran his hands along the backs of her thighs and bottom, covering her sensitive skin with warm, enticing caresses. She winced as his teeth roughly nipped her bottom several times, and then moved to the delicate flesh between her legs.

  "Not so hard," she hissed, her mouth still attached to Jake's. Fingers plucked gently at both her nipples just before she felt hot breath and a wet tongue on her clit. Her legs were spread further to accommodate broad shoulders as Hayden slid underneath her and positioned his mouth beneath her pussy. He opened her wide for exploration, flicking and sucking on her tiny nub, leaving an occasional love bite in the process.

  "You're so wet and taste so good," he murmured.

  "Her flavor has changed." Jake pulled away from kissing Baylor's mouth. "She's sweeter than ever."

  "That's because I've been overdosing on chocolate," she admitted.

  "You are sweeter than chocolate, my love. I'm going to fuck you, Baylor. Lift your bottom into the air for me," Hayden ordered, suddenly sliding away and leaving her clit screaming in protest at the abandonment.

  She instinctively arched her back and offered her eager pussy for Hayden's use, feeling like a bitch in heat as she wagged her bottom hungrily in his face and invited his long cock to enter her. Leaning forward, she bit Jake's lower lip as the hot, velvety shaft slid between her wet folds and began to rock back and forth. His hands on her as
s prevented him from penetrating too deeply, and helped to focus on that sublime soft spot that few men know how to find and ignite. Her body tightened with tiny, trembling spasms as Jake grazed his mouth along her neck, biting gently at her 'magic' spot; the small bundle of nerves that turned her legs to rubber.

  Tiny electrical tickles radiated out from her inner thighs and nipples, and then shot along the back of her neck, where Jake grabbed a handful of her hair to force her mouth to crush against his. Her joyful cries were muffled as Hayden's cock plunged rapidly within her steaming sheath, coaxing her to the place where she bore down upon him with a strangulated sob.

  "That's right, baby, come hard! Let it go."

  "Fuck!" she yelled hoarsely, slamming her bottom against his groin, her orgasm stealing her breath.

  She was barely aware of it when the brothers changed places, her body engulfing Jake's thicker shaft with pleasure. She was on fire; every sense enhanced and on edge with desire.

  "I can't hold back for long," Jake grunted over her.

  "Mmm," she replied, joining Hayden's mouth to hers. "Feels so good. Just come and let me feel you."

  He needed no further encouragement, and rammed his cock in deeply before his juices erupted.

  "So hot," she whispered.

  "Why are you crying? Hormones?" Hayden asked with concern while kissing her face.

  "Because I love you so much." She collapsed on the bed, where Jake slipped to her side and wrapped his arm around her. "I just love you both so, so much. You gave me life—both in my heart and inside my body." Her tone changed as her situation truly dawned on her. She was really going to be a mother, and she was going to be married to two wonderful men. "Guys? We're going to have a baby. We are really going to have a baby…"

  "I think reality just struck, and the poor girl is in shock." Hayden chuckled. "Let's take a shower and show her again how much we love her."

  "Good idea. Just know this, Miss Baylor," Jake pulled her sweat-dampened body to his. "If you thought we were overprotective before, then you are in for a big surprise."

  "That means," Hayden joined them on the bed, "we will be making sure that you eat well, sleep, and reduce any anxiety."

  "The pregnancy isn't going to make me anxious, you guys are. Didn't you say something about a shower?"

  "She's changing the subject." Jake laughed.

  "She always does when it's something she doesn't like. If she thinks we are bad, wait until Terry starts to harp on her."

  "You know he won't spare her backside for a minute."

  "I'm pregnant. You guys can't go spanking me anymore," Baylor grumbled.

  "Wanna bet? Things will be a little different, but there is no way we are going to give you a free pass to brat for the next seven months or so. We know you too well." Jake tweaked her nose. "A spanking does not have to take place across our laps or with heavy impact. Plus, there are 'alternative' means of discipline that will likely end up with you begging to be spanked. Do you like that idea?"

  "I don't. Nope. Not at all." Baylor shook her head.

  "I'm sure we could brainstorm and come up with several 'alternative' means of discipline," Hayden commented.

  "Like what?"

  "Do you really want to know?"

  She quickly shook her head, thinking back to the punishment she had faced after she'd disobeyed their rules about her safety and ended up getting stuck in the old mine. "No, thanks. I'll stick with a good, old-fashioned spanking, thank you," she said.

  "I thought you would see it our way," Jake said with a grin.

  She bit back a smart comment. Why invite trouble?

  Chapter Two

  "Family meeting!" Baylor shouted up the stairs. "I need to talk to everybody, NOW!"

  "Damn, that girl suddenly got awfully bossy for no reason. What gives, angel?" the big, burly man grumbled as he lumbered down the stairs and caught her in a headlock.

  Baylor grinned up at him. "Did you get too much sun this weekend, Uncle Terry? Maybe if you'd worn a bathing suit, you wouldn't be walking so funny."

  Terry kissed her cheek and then smacked her bottom. "There is no purpose in hitting a nude beach and wearing clothing, little girl."

  "He will also tell you that it's not the sunburn that is causing this discomfort," Matt said as he joined them.

  "I don't think I want to hear this," Baylor squeaked, covering her ears. "I'm too innocent to know what my adopted uncle and pseudo big brother are doing in front of God, the dolphins and everybody. I'm too innocent."

  "Very funny. As for innocent, I don't think there is much of that left in you after spending so much time in a house that is constantly filled with testosterone. Gimme some sugar, little sister." Matt gave her a warm peck on the lips. "It's the sand in the junk that is bothering him, not any of the twisted games he likes to play. Besides, you know we're waiting until we are married to mess around."

  "Don't you go talking about your junk or hot sex around our fiancée," Jake ordered, hugging the two men. "Did you boys have a good weekend?"

  "Fiancée? It happened?" Terry shouted gleefully, spinning Baylor in his arms. "I am so happy for you!"

  "Thanks, now put me down before you make me puke," the girl giggled. "I need to talk with all of you seriously for a couple of minutes."

  "Seriously? My little Baylor wants to be serious, boys. Should we let her?" Terry said.

  "I don't know, T-bear." Hayden joined them, plopping down at the dining room table. "When we allow her to be a Big girl, she tends to be a little mouthy and stubborn."

  "Which is why the Big girl ends up being spanked."

  "Is that all you guys ever think of? Someone here needs to get a life, and it's not me," she said with a pout.

  "It happens to be a favorite subject of ours, and you do have a wonderful backside to redden. So talk to us, missy. What's the urgency?" Terry chuckled, tapping her on the nose after she stuck her tongue out at him. "Speaking of which, have you had your juice today?"

  "I am so tired of drinking cranberry juice."

  "Too bad. It keep your kidneys nice and healthy, it's chock full of vitamin C, and helps counteract the effects of your iron pills. We want a healthy mama."

  "You're going to make me float away," Baylor grumbled as Jake handed her a glass.

  "It's good for you. Drink it, and don't give me any lip," he ordered, sitting in the chair next to her.

  "Yeah, yeah… I'm going to be spending this entire pregnancy in the bathroom peeing if you keep this up."

  "I can get you some really cute diapers with bunnies on them!" Terry suggested.

  "Don't get excited. It's not going to happen. Now, if all of you could quiet down for just a bit, I have a question. What is your favorite place in the world?"

  "The bedroom," all four men spouted at once.

  She rolled her eyes. "Why should I be surprised at that answer? Let me try this again. What would be an ideal theme for a party?"

  "BDSM and sex," they chorused.

  "Will you boys get your minds out of the gutter for five minutes? I'm hormonal, and you don't want me throwing a fit."

  "Then why are you asking these questions if you know how we're going to respond?" Terry asked, wrapping his arm around his partner and planting a warm kiss on Matt's bearded cheek.

  "I am asking because we are going to be having a double wedding, and I want this to be for you guys as much as it is for me." Baylor paused, absorbing the sudden, dead silence. "Did I say something wrong?"

  Matt and Terry had tears in their eyes. "Do you really want to share your wedding with us?" Matt choked out.

  "You are my family just as much as these two clods," Baylor said, pointing to Hayden and Jake. "I'm not just marrying them, but you as well. It isn't exactly the conventional thing to do, but neither is living in a polyandrous relationship in the same house with a gay couple who also are part of my ageplay dynamic."

  "It sounds like a soap opera." Hayden laughed. "T-bear? Matt? You two are part of our family. Da
d will preside over the ceremony and even said that he would pay all the expenses."

  "He doesn't have to do that. We're quite capable of handling our own financial obligations," Jake grumbled.

  "He wants to. For Baylor. He wants her to know how a real father-in-law treats his family," Hayden said.

  "What brought that on?" Terry asked.

  Hayden shrugged. "I kind of showed him the video from when Bay moved from the slum-dog millionaire's crap house. He saw how abusive the jerk was towards her, and then announced that his daughter-in-law deserved to be treated like a spoiled princess."

  "I knew I liked your dad for some reason," Baylor stated. "He knows how to treat a lady."

  "Don't even act like we don't spoil you just as badly," Jake commented.

  "I wouldn't mind being spoiled more," she said, winking.

  "Of course you wouldn't." Matt snickered. "You also want a pet unicorn that farts jelly beans."

  "Yeah? So what's wrong with that? I like jelly beans," Baylor retorted. "Now, back to the reason why I called you here. Not only do I want you two to share in the wedding with us, but I also intend to formally name you both as the baby's godfathers."

  "We would be honored. And you have one godfather each for both of them." Terry kissed her palm.

  "Will you please get it out of your head about it being twins? You and Matt will have to share the one," Baylor said.

  "I'm telling you, girly, you have two buns in that little oven of yours. I know these things," Terry insisted. "I'll even make a bet with you. If you have twins, then you will give me carte blanche to decorate the nursery."

  "It's a deal. I have the ultrasound next week, and we will know a lot more then. Just don't get your hopes up."

  "Can we come and watch?" Matt asked eagerly.

  "It's fine with me. The doctor might not be as cooperative, though."

  "You are going the base hospital, right? That is my stomping ground. Besides, the doctor needs to know that you have four very large and overly protective men watching out for you, and full intentions of participating during every step of the way. In fact," Terry crossed his arms, "I want to deliver them. I'll agree to stay in the facilities because twins often come a bit early, but I will be the one wearing the catcher's mitt."