At the look in Ethan’s eyes, I was ready to drop the load in my arms and chase after him, but Larry kept walking, taking his time in setting down Ethan’s belongings. I followed his lead.

Larry gave me an anticipatory grin as he called out, loud enough for Ethan to hear, “You better actually be naked when we get there. We’re going to finish unloading the car.”

“Are we really going to finish unloading? It’s hard enough to walk comfortably on an even surface right now. Thinking of Ethan waiting on us is just going to make my dick harder. The stairs are going to be a bitch.”

“Trust me,” Larry said. “Better now than after. No one is going to want to move once we’re done with Ethan.”

He had a point, but fuck. Fucking was what I was interested in. And Larry’s teasing touches when our hands weren’t full were not helping.

Finally, Ethan’s car was empty.

“We can just drop this load and go get naked, right?”

Larry’s only answer was a salacious grin.

“Took you long enough,” Ethan complained. Definitely naked. Definitely hard. Definitely sexy. “You owe me a strip tease now.”

“We owe you?” I protested, but only nominally. Larry had already come behind me and started caressing my chest in a dramatic, seductive manner, slowly drawing my shirt up and over my abs. My normal social anxiety had mostly retreated with Larry and Ethan, even though between Bella, work, and Ethan’s mom, there hadn’t been much chance for the three of us to get alone time. “The way I see it, you owe us for carrying all your stuff.”

“Oh, I’ll pay you back.” I couldn’t draw my eyes away from the movement of Ethan’s hand gliding over his cock, combined with Larry’s hands on my body. I was quickly losing myself to the moment.

Larry slowly stripped me, spinning me around for Ethan’s approval and dancing around me like a damn stripper pole. Not that I minded. Not one bit.

Ethan gave him verbal direction, and I felt a little awkward just standing there, but every time I tried to help, Larry smacked my hands or ass. He did let me help when it was his turn to strip, though he was still the one dancing all over my body. He pressed his chest against mine and kissed me deeply while wiggling his ass at Ethan.

“Fuck,” Ethan groaned. “When are you guys going to get over here?”

“When we’re good and ready,” Larry growled.

“This is payback for saying you owed me, isn’t it?”

“This is absolutely payback,” Larry said.

Ahh. I slid my hands behind Larry’s neck and gave my hips an experimental wiggle. I felt a little silly, but wanted to join in on the game, now that I understood more of what was going on.

“I give!” Ethan said desperately. “Can we call it even?”

Larry turned his back to me and began to grind his bare ass against my cock. I grabbed at his hips in desperation. “I don’t know. Ryan? What do you think?”

It took me a moment to process his question. “Uh... yes?” I wasn’t exactly sure what I was saying or agreeing to, but I wanted all three of us in that bed now.

“Fair enough.” Larry grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bed. We crawled up from the bottom. Larry went to capture Ethan’s hand, making Ethan’s cock slap obscenely against his stomach, then he took Ethan’s lips in a kiss. I stayed low, captivated by every little part of these men.

I hesitantly took one of Ethan’s big toes into my mouth, sucking lightly. Ethan groaned and drew his leg up, but then thrust it back down. “Don’t stop,” he whispered when Larry let him breathe long enough.

Encouraged, I took turns between the two men, kissing and licking my way from their toes to their ankles and further up.

I had never been this intimate with anyone before. I mean, letting someone touch your dick—and you theirs—was pretty intimate, but this exploration felt a million steps beyond that.

When I reached their hips, perfectly content to continue my slow adventure up their bodies, Larry suddenly hauled me up and sandwiched me in the middle.

“So...” he said. “No one has any plans this evening, right?”

We shook our heads.

“Then I have a proposal to make to you guys—not that kind of proposal,” he said to my wide-eyed response. “I want to knot you. Both of you. We’ve got the time, and who knows when we’ll have that again. But we need to talk a little logistics. I know, it’s not super romantic, but I want to make sure we’re all on the same page.”

“Okay big guy,” Ethan said, snuggling in to my shoulder. “Woo me with your logistics.”

Larry reached around me to tweak Ethan’s nose. “How do you feel about us knotting you?”

Ethan sighed, his chest pressing heavily against mine. “I mean, yeah. That’s a big step. At least, for me. I’ve never been a knot head—not that it’s wrong—fuck… Just assume I meant that in the nicest way possible, okay?”

Larry, ever perceptive, recognized my confusion. “Ethan’s freaking out I might be offended because I’ve been with a good number of people.”

“But you’re an alpha,” I said, realizing what an asshole I sounded like just seconds after the words left my mouth. “Not that omegas... or that the standards...”

“Relax, both of you.” Larry chuckled. “It’s incredibly hard to offend me. And I’ve given and taken knots, Ryan. Does that surprise you?”

It kinda did, yeah. “Does it hurt?”

“I won’t lie, the first time isn’t exactly comfortable, but no, it doesn’t really hurt. In fact, it feels fucking amazing once you figure out what works for you. I love a good knotting, from either side.”

“Do you think that’s something you’d be interested in?” Ethan asked me gently. “Because I’m nearly going to blow my load just thinking of Larry knotted inside you.”

“I... hadn’t ever thought of it before. I think... I could be interested... but maybe not right away.”

Larry kissed my cheek. “Not a problem. Well, that solves that question. My suggestion is this, then: when we’re ready to knot, I’ll be in Ethan, Ryan will be in me. Does that work for everyone?”

I couldn’t form words. Clearly, my sexual experience had been far more limited than I’d realized. I would have thought I would have come across porn of an alpha getting knotted before. I mean, I knew alphas who were together, but I’d never really thought of the mechanics. I guess I’d assumed it was all hand jobs and blow jobs. I wondered if being inside Larry would feel much different from being inside Ethan.

We played around for a while longer, Larry softly guiding the two of us along whatever plan was in his mind. I was more than happy to follow, just enjoying the unhurried touches, the deepening kisses, the play back and forth between the three of us.

But I was more than ready when Larry slid off the bed and pulled the two of us with him.

This was the first time since the first time that the three of us had time to freely enjoy each other. While being limited to heavy make-out sessions and the occasional blow job had forced us to simply hang out and talk—which was not a bad thing by any stretch of the imagination—we needed this. Hell, I needed this. The guys had shown they accepted me over and over, but I needed to feel accepted in every way, including naked and in bed. And I felt the need to show that same acceptance toward them. Though really, who wouldn't accept either of these men into their beds? Especially together.

Larry bent Ethan over the bed, his pert ass in the air, the soft swell of his belly rounding underneath him. Hell, I just wanted to cuddle him, wrap my hands around that baby package. Would he be okay with that?

Maybe that was a silly question, but I'd heard too many stories of omegas having to deal with handsy people who seemed to think the baby was public property—both before and after birth. I wouldn't dare presume, no matter what my relationship with Ethan was. I palmed myself as I watched Larry slide slowly into Ethan’s tight hole. He thrust slowly a few times before looking over to me, glassy eyed.

"Dude. Grab the lube and get up in here."

I scrambled to grab the lube he pointed out on the bedside table and may have dribbled the excess on the floor in my eagerness. Good thing it was hardwood. I came up behind Larry, feeling a little uncertain. Would I have to go slower because he was an alpha? And where was I supposed to put my hands? They were just covered in lube.

Larry grabbed one hand and placed it on his waist, answering that question. "Don't think. Just move. Trust that I’ll tell you if I need you to adjust."

I took a deep breath. Right. Trust. I knew Larry wouldn't hesitate to tell me if he needed something. He bottomed out in Ethan and took the opportunity to kiss up and down the omega's back while I followed his example by slowly pressing in to Larry’s tight hole. The guys I'd been with—omegas, all of them—had needed some pretty decent prep work before they were ready for my cock, but Larry hadn't said anything. He still didn't say anything as I entered him, just let out a wordless moan of pleasure.

"That's perfect," he rasped when I bottomed out. "Now fuck me."

Larry was tight—tighter than any omega I'd ever been with. And Larry was a moaner, driving me crazy with his sounds of pleasure.

"Dammit, Larry, I want to get fucked too," Ethan complained. "You two are driving me insane."

"Not yet, love," Larry said. "Ryan's going to knot the hell out of me, and then I'm going to fuck you senseless. I’ll use his knot to pull him with me, so it's like we're both fucking you at the same time."

"Why do you have to be so reasonable and so sexy?" Ethan groaned.

I fucked harder and faster into Larry, not wanting to deny Ethan his pleasure for any longer than I had to. Not that I was going to last much longer anyway. The prolonged foreplay had really gotten me going, and my knot was beginning to swell, ready to pop as soon as I went over the edge.

"I'm close," I promised them.

"I don't know if it’s possible," Ethan said dreamily, "But right now, I can't stop thinking about both of you being in me. I've never done double penetration before; never been interested until now. But can you just imagine it? Both of you in my hole, loose from being overfucked, but so tight with both of you inside me. Your knots rubbing together, fighting over space..."

Hell. I screamed as Ethan's vision tore my orgasm from me, the lightning releasing from the bottom of my spine and crackling along every limb. I fell over Larry, who was flexing his muscles in a soft rocking motion, tugging gently against my sensitive knot. Almost too sensitive. But before I could ask Larry to still, he started fucking into Ethan like a rabbit, and it was fuck or die—at least, it felt like it. If I didn't move with Larry, the movement would tug too fiercely against my knot. So, exhausted, I found myself rocking with Larry while he drove our omega to bliss.

It was surprisingly comfortable, though I felt like I was going to collapse from exhaustion at any minute. But maybe that helped separate my body from my mind, because as Ethan started gasping that he was going to come soon, his hands braced firmly on the bed in front of him, the sound of his untouched cock slapping against his stomach ringing in my ears, I found myself overcome by a second, more intense orgasm.

This wasn't like lightning. It was like being caught in an undertow, being pummeled in waves of pleasure, and ripped away from the moorings of reality.

I had no idea how the guys managed it, but when I came to, we were all on the bed, covered up by a blanket, still locked together. Larry and Ethan were talking quietly, but I couldn't process their words. All I could say was, "Fuuuuuck, guys."

That prompted a series of gut shaking laughter, leaving me clenching at Larry's side as his hole tugged against my previously deflating knot, exciting it, and causing it to firm up again.

"Don't!" I gasped. "I really have to pee, and I don't think that's going to turn out well if I can't get my knot out of you."

"Fair enough," Larry conceded. "I think I need to rest some before we hit round two."

Round two? I had never come twice in a day before, let alone three times. Well... unless you were counting when I was a teenager.

"Round two means I get to take Ryan's knot, right," Ethan asked teasingly.

"Fuck you," I growled as blood rushed to my knot again.

"Yes, please," Ethan said sweetly.

"I hate you both."

"Whatever you say, Teach." Larry reached around and patted my ass.

"Oh... I still haven't given up that fantasy of Ryan in glasses," Ethan said. "Please tell me that's on the menu."

"I'll have to remember to bring my glasses next time," I said. I wasn't sure how I felt about role playing. I'd never done it before. But at least I could tease Ethan with that sexy look-over-the-glasses come on.

"Don't worry about returning the favor for me, Ryan." Larry's voice was soft and understanding. "It has to be something you want. If it's not something you're interested in, I'm not going to be disappointed in you."

That worry had crossed my mind, but Larry was already addressing it before I had the chance to voice it.

"Gah, I really need to pee," I said suddenly.

"See if you can pull out. Don't worry about a little squeeze—I'll survive."

I did have to yank a little, and it was painful and good, but the real trouble came when I had to try and pee with a still-hard dick. Ethan's comment from forever ago about peeing with a stiffy echoed in my head, and I had to finally manage a weird squat over the toilet to get everything pointed in the right direction without hurting myself. Things I would never tell anyone, number one hundred and sixty-eight.

It was a good thing Larry lived over a bar, because if we weren't sleeping, we were making up for lost time and fucking our asses off. We fucked and slept until the next day, about an hour before Ethan was due to pick up Bella, and then we finally jumped in the shower—solo, one at a time, or it would have taken us forever—and then Ethan rolled his eyes, but didn't protest when we insisted on joining him on the drive.

I counted on my fingers how long it had been since I'd been here for Sam's family's handfasting. Five, almost six months? Didn't seem that long ago, but at the same time, it felt like forever.

Larry insisted on accompanying Ethan to the door, and I wasn't about to stay in the car by myself. Samantha opened the door and squealed in excitement at the sight of us, giving hugs all around while Bella jumped up and down with the energy of an overexcited puppy. Speaking of puppies... the little pup Samantha had been carrying around at the handfasting suddenly wasn't so little. Not that he was ever going to be big, but he no longer fit in my hand.

I dropped to my knees to ruffle the beagle's overly-large ears. "How's it going, fella?"

"That's Shultz," Samantha informed me.

"Hi, Shultz." Addressing him by his name seemed to satisfy Samantha.

"Bella, are you ready to go?" Ethan asked his daughter.

She shook her head sadly.

"Come on. Go get your stuff. You'll see Sam again soon."

The two little girls bounced off to get their stuff just as Samantha's brother, Josiah, came down the stairs, an alert little boy in his arms.

"I thought I heard some familiar voices!" he said. "Larry! I haven't seen you in too long."

"That's because Zander here is running you around in circles." Larry reached out and tickled under the child's chin.

"You're not kidding. He's an early crawler. Ethan." Josiah stuck out his free hand and the men greeted each other. "Bella was a doll, as always. And Mr. Davis, this is a surprise."

I blushed as I shook his hand. "Please, call me Ryan."

I could see the curiosity in Josiah's eyes, but he didn't say anything about that. He did, however, turn to Ethan and say, "So, I know I'm not supposed to assume anything, but fuck it. How far along are you?"

Ethan sputtered. "How did you know? I haven't told Bella yet."

Josiah rolled his eyes. "Please. Bella's mentioned you being sick and I caught a glimpse of the bump when you dropped her off. I could have brushed it off as just weight and a stomach bug if it weren't for this sickeningly gorgeous glow you've got going on. Of course, my doula would have said something like, 'the glory of the universe within you is shining through' or something."

"You used a doula?" I asked, perking up.

Josiah nodded. "He's crazy, but he's good."

When the other guys looked at me with amusement, I said, "I may have been researching... a little..."

"Or obsessively?" Ethan guessed with a knowing smile.

"Or that," I agreed sheepishly. "I know a lot about kids, but not birthing or infants."

"So, you guys are..." He looked between the three of us, and Larry and I looked to Ethan.

"We're something," Ethan conceded.

Josiah laughed. "I know that feeling. So, did you have a doula with Bella, Ethan?"

Ethan shook his head. "Milton didn't think we needed it. Not that he was actually there for her birth... but I try not to talk about him around these guys too often. They get all overprotective alpha on me."

"With reason," Larry protested.

Ethan shrugged noncommittally.

"Would you be interested in having a doula this time?" I asked.

"I don't know. I hadn't thought of it. I honestly haven't thought much about actually giving birth this time. I haven't thought about names or nurseries or... anything."

My alpha senses were pinging. These were things I could help with!

"Do you want me to get my doula's card? I feel like I need to warn you again, he's pretty crazy, but if I were to have another kid, I wouldn't hesitate to use him."

"Is he the guy who was... communing with the plants at your ceremony?" Larry looked dubious.

"I have no doubt that is the only person it could be."

"I'll take it," Ethan said. "Doesn't hurt to at least have his information."

I was determined that this pregnancy and birth would be nothing like Bella's. Not that she had turned out any worse for it, but I wanted Ethan to be able to have all those touchy-feely milestones he didn't get the first time around. We'd have a birth plan. We'd run around a store designing a nursery. We'd do classes. We'd do everything right.

I'd make sure of it.