Mara has a surprise for her men -- she’s pregnant! But Aaron doesn’t seem as happy as he should be. In fact, he fears the baby’s life may be in danger depending on which of them is the father: Aaron, who was born to the ocean, or Chris, who was born half human.
Together, they visit the underwater city where Aaron’s people live to find out if his fears might be valid. With few answers, they await the arrival of their new family member, hoping the bond of their love will keep the baby safe as it enters a world above the sea.
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Copyright ©2021 Faith Talbot
The warm, golden Cancun light spilled through the window onto Mara’s bed. She lay in a decadent, wide-open sprawl across the blankets, legs spread, one hand in her own hair, the other combed into Aaron’s. Aaron’s face was between Mara’s thighs, his tongue coaxing sparks of sheer pleasure from her clit. Mara’s head lay pillowed on Chris’s chest, and he had one arm snaked around her, his fingers absently plucking at one of Mara’s turgid nipples.
Oh, to wake up every morning like this. But, truth to tell, Mara did wake up most mornings with one or both of her men pleasuring her, getting ready to pleasure her, or at the very least thinking very seriously about pleasuring her. Occasionally the two of them got preoccupied with each other, but there was nearly always some sort of insatiable current flowing through the bed not long after sunrise.
Aaron pushed his tongue inside her, thrusting, and Chris shifted a little under her, tweaking her nipple almost too hard. She gasped, pressing her chest up toward his teasing fingers. His pinch-grip tightened even more and he shifted beneath her, lifting his body so he could kiss her. He reached out with one hand, combing his fingers into Aaron’s hair where Aaron’s head bobbed between Mara’s thighs.
She loved it when they touched each other when they were all making love. They had been together when Mara had first met them on the beach in Cancun, and even though she knew there was no reason for it, she sometimes felt like she’d come between them. She hadn’t, though. They’d all come together, forming a unit. Mara had never imagined anything like that could ever work, much less be such a perfect arrangement.
The thread of gentle memory faded as Chris shifted position, straightening behind her and pulling her more fully into his lap. Reaching around her, he held her legs open with his hands on her thighs. With a smile, Aaron eased up on them both, stroking up her legs until his hands clasped the backs of Chris’s. He lowered his head again, his mouth clasping onto Mara’s sex. Mara’s back arched, her head pressing against Chris’s chest as heat rose inside her.
They leaned back as one without a word, Chris shifting on the pillow as Mara pushed against his chest. and Aaron, with one last, long, thorough lick to her sex, rose over her and sank inside her as his mouth took hers. His lips and tongue were wet, sticky, and suffused with the dark, salty flavor of her.
They synched perfectly, the three of them, in ways Mara had never imagined. Even now, her brain fizzing with the question she’d awakened with, everything faded except the raw physical merging when skin met skin met skin. Where Aaron’s body penetrated hers, where Chris’s mouth bit down on her neck as his wide torso held her anchored. She could feel his cock against the small of her back, hard as steel, hard enough to bruise as she rolled her hips into it.
Aaron surged in and out of her like the movement of the tides. With her body becoming light as her orgasm rose, she opened her eyes.
Aaron met her gaze, his eyes glazed with his own desire, then suddenly they snapped back to reality, locked with hers. His eyebrows drew together.
“What…” he started, but then the waves of climax rose and flooded him and Mara, and he closed his eyes again as orgasm pulled them both under. Behind her, Chris tightened and let out a long, hot breath, his cock grinding into the small of her back as he, too, found release.
It was only after, when they moved slowly apart, all three of them sticky, sweaty, and replete, that Aaron met her eyes again and said quietly, “When were you going to tell us?”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Faith Talbot has been a body double, a prima ballerina, and a forklift driver. In her spare time, she likes to knit and play the zither. Sometimes she can be found at rock concerts not being the least bit stalkery at all.
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