Tony carries me to the bedroom, and gently throws me onto the bed. He takes off my clothes before backing away to stand in front of the bed. “I want you to look at my cock right now.” He says, stripping off his clothes. I watch hungrily as his hard cock slips free. “You are the only person who can make me hard.” He says, kicking his clothes to the side. “Spread your legs.” He orders. I oblige instantly, feeling my pussy leak my arousal. He moves to the edge of the bed and drags me right to the edge, my legs still spread. Tony kneels between my spread legs, kissing up my legs as he nears my wet cunt. 

After they had both fucked me several more times, we had finally put some clothes back on and simply snuggled in bed. We talked a lot, especially about the twins. God, I still cannot believe that I’m actually pregnant. And with twins!It sounds so crazy to me. Like, if someone had told me a year ago that I would be pregnant with twins, while married to twins!We had decided to stay the night at this beach house, and I had called to tell Amanda. She was more than happy for me, though I could sense that something more was happening there. Potentially with Lucien? 

“Here, give me your hand, baby.” He instructs, reaching a hand out to me while kneeling near the pool. I reach out and take his hand, and he easily drags me out of the water. As soon as I’m standing next to him, he wraps the towel around me. He walks me to the towel shelf and wraps another towel around my hair, and another over my shoulders. “You warm enough?” He asks, before picking me up and carrying me bridal style into the house. I nod, leaning my head against his chest as he walks straight to the bathroom. “How in the hell are you not freezing right now?” I ask him as he sets me down on my feet and starts the hot water. “All I have to do is look at you and I’m all hot and bothered.” He says, throwing me a wink before gesturing for me to get into the warm shower. “No, but seriously I’m always kind of warm.” I get into the shower, and he follows a moment later. The water pours out from the ceiling shower heads, which fill the shower with streams of water. Nick pulls me rig

Oh shit. I fucking hate when Caroline cries. It feels like my heart is breaking apart, like something inside of me has gone array. “Baby, hey. You’re okay, Caroline.” I say, wrapping my arms around her small frame. She cries in my arms, sniffling slightly. “I know, I know. Trust me, I’m not sad right now. Fuck, I’m anything but sad. I’m happy. I’m so fucking happy right now.” She pauses, letting out a sob as she pulls away to look up at me, her hands resting on my shoulders as she stares up at me with so much vulnerability in her eyes. “And that makes me scared.”I stare down at her in bewilderment. “Scared? Why would being happy make you scared?” She shakes her head, her tears now streaming down her face silently. “It’s not that I’m scared of being happy. I’m scared that everything will just… disappear, or something. Like something bad is just going to happen, like it always happens. I feel like we can never catch a fucking break, you know?”She sniffles, wiping her tears quietl

I sigh loudly as I look over the paperwork in front of me, trying to make sense of everything. When Jameson had called me to come get an update on the situation with Sara, I was more than tempted to simply stay in bed with Caroline. Things were finally falling back into place, and I feel like we’re finally going to be starting our life together. But could we truly start a new life with Caroline, when we haven’t dealt with the problem that is Sara? I mean, of course we could. But I think we would all feel the tension that comes from the unknown, from not knowing what’s the truth about her, about what happened, about what she wants.