Their Independent Bride Part 20

"Thanks. I was really thirsty."

"I can tell. You've almost finished the entire gla.s.s off. If you want some more, you can have mine."

"No, thanks. This is enough. I don't want to have to get up in the middle of the night to pee."

"Especially since you would have to wake one of us up to let you out of bed." Steven grinned then held up his hands when she made to pop him.

"Are you about ready to call it a night, baby?" Steven set her gla.s.s on the bedside table next to his.

"Yeah, I'm tired. Someone wore me out tonight."

The two men grinned, obviously pleased with themselves. She shook her head and settled back under the covers. Greg lay down and got comfortable before turning out the light. She snuggled between them and thought about how good they made her feel. Her heart seemed to be divided, though. Why? Did she love them or not, and what did it matter in the long run? They were married and would be together for the rest of their lives. If she never remembered, she had the here and now.

Janet mulled it over and over in her head until she began to ache. She needed to stop worrying over it and get some rest. The men were going to both be home for a few days since it had started snowing. They weren't sure if it would stay very long, but so far, it was acc.u.mulating fast. She hoped it would help cement their relations.h.i.+p to the point that her remembering wouldn't have a bearing on anything.

"Don't worry so much, baby. I can hear your mind working all the way over here. I almost wish you wouldn't remember so you won't remember how hard I was on you."

"You've told me that you were, so I am prepared for it. I'm glad you did. It wouldn't have been good for me to suddenly remember something about you that you hadn't told me about."

"I'll always be honest with you, Janet. If you don't believe anything else about me, remember that."

"Good night, Greg."

"Good night, baby. Sleep well."

Chapter Twenty.

Janet woke up early the next morning needing the bathroom. She grinned. Since Steven had complained about her waking one of them up, she chose him.

"Steven. Wake up."

"Hmm? What?"

"I need to go to the bathroom."

"Are you sick, love?"

"No, I need to pee."

"Aw, h.e.l.l. You did that on purpose." He groaned and rolled over to the edge of the bed before pus.h.i.+ng himself up to a sitting position.

"Thanks. Sorry, Steven."

"Right." He shook his head, but he smiled.

She gave him a quick kiss on the mouth before hurrying to the bathroom. Once she was back in the bedroom, she decided she was wide awake and wanted something to eat. Steven had lain back down and was snoring softly. She grinned and grabbed up her clothes to put on out in the hall so she wouldn't disturb them.

She was starving by the time she finally made it downstairs. The kitchen was bathed in the soft glow of early morning light. She looked outside and found that more snow had fallen during the night. She could no longer see the path the men had shoveled out to the shed. They wouldn't be happy about having to shovel it again. She sighed. That meant more time away from the house. She hated for them to be outside while she was stuck inside alone.

She fixed breakfast and was able to eat everything on her plate. Then she downed the nasty prenatal vitamin and iron pill. Between the two of them, it was a wonder she was able to keep her food down. They were nasty and smelled even worse.

She was just about to add wood to the fireplace and start the fire back up when Greg bounded down the stairs. He looked relieved to see her but then furrowed his brows when he focused on her bending over the wood stacked by the fireplace.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Starting the fire. It's chilly in here this morning."

"You don't lift anything around here. You know better, baby." He c.o.c.ked his head when she started to say something. "Don't even think it. The doctor told you the same thing. No lifting."

"Fine," she groused. "Would you mind starting the fire for me, great, big He-Man?"

"Funny."

She watched as he arranged the logs then stirred the embers from the night before. Then he added some kindling, and the embers sparked a small flame that soon grew into a roaring fire. She grinned. It felt good to back up to it and warm her a.s.s.

"You look like you're about to break out into a purr or something." Greg ruffled her hair.

She frowned at him and smoothed it back down. She needed to wash it tonight. It was getting unmanageable. Mostly it was because she liked that they did it for her. It felt so decadent to have someone else wash her hair and comb it out. She grinned. That was something she suddenly remembered. Her memory was coming back in pieces and patches.

"Do you want something to eat before you go out and shovel snow again or what?"

"Huh?" He just looked at her.

"It snowed again last night and your path is covered."

"Aw, h.e.l.l, no." He rushed over to the window then let out a longer set of curses.

"Well I'm glad you got that off your chest. I'm going to go make you and Steven something to eat."

"Yeah, thanks, baby. I can't f.u.c.king believe it. I just knew the snow was over with. There wasn't a cloud in the sky yesterday." He walked over to the staircase and yelled up them. "Steven! Get your a.s.s down here. We've got to shovel the d.a.m.n path again."

"The h.e.l.l you say?" he called back down.

Janet smiled and walked into the kitchen. She quickly fixed them something filling and watched as they wolfed it down before dressing in warm coats, gloves, and hats. She gave them each a kiss and told them to come in and warm up again soon. When they opened the door, a small hill of snow fell inward on the floor.

"d.a.m.n, sorry, love. I'll get the shovel and clean out from the door first."

Janet took the dustpan and shoveled the snow back outside before closing the door against the chilling cold. Then she mopped up the wet mess. After that she washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. She settled down in front of the fire on the couch and began reading through one of the books again. She had already read all of them once, but she was starting back over once again. She wanted to be sure she understood everything.

She hadn't said anything to the men, but there was always the chance that she would deliver at home before they could get to the doctor, or even on the way there. She wasn't too thrilled with the idea, but it was a long way to the city.

A little over an hour later, the kitchen door opened and the men hurried inside. She got up to clean up the mess again, but Steven was already mopping it up. She smiled at him then helped them out of their coats and hats.

"I have coffee if you want some."

"You're a lifesaver." Greg immediately grabbed a mug and poured some. He poured some for Steven, too, but hurried to the living room ahead of him.

"It's colder than the North Pole out there." Steven hurried to the fireplace and tried to b.u.mp Greg out of the way.

"Play nice, you two." She grinned at them then curled up on the couch, tucking her feet underneath her. "How much more do you have left?"

"Another two hours' worth, I think." Greg kept his hands behind his back to warm them.

"When you come back in, I'll have some chili cooking for lunch. How about that?"

"I like that idea." Steven smiled and rubbed his hands together.

"Play your cards right and I might even have a special treat for you later."

"Oh, really." Greg c.o.c.ked his head. "What sort of treat?"

"I'm not telling you. It will be a surprise."

"Leave her alone, Greg. She might decide not to give it to us if you push her."

"Smart, Steven."

They warmed up for another twenty minutes then redressed in their outerwear and walked back out into the snow. At least it wasn't snowing anymore. At least not right now. She looked out at the sky from the window. There were still quite a few clouds in the area. That couldn't be good.

She quickly got to work on the chili and soon had it simmering on the stove. She would make corn bread to go with it. She wouldn't have to make it for another hour. The men would need to warm up once they returned, before eating. It would give her time to whip it up and cook it.

Once again, she settled down on the couch with her baby books. She followed the signs and symptoms that progressed through pregnancy and noted the ones she was having. According to them, she was a few weeks further along than the doctor seemed to think she was. She shrugged. Either way, she was going to have a baby. The date didn't really matter in the long run. She just wanted a healthy baby.

Sometime later the sound of the back door slamming jolted her from the impromptu nap she had obviously taken. She quickly got up and nearly fell. She'd moved too fast and gotten dizzy. She had to remember to move slowly, or she was going to fall and the men would be all over her.

When she entered the kitchen it was to find Steven and Greg shucking their coats, gloves, and hats as fast as they could. This time Steven didn't clean up his mess. Instead he raced for the fireplace. Greg was right behind him. She glanced at the clock and realized they'd been out there close to two hours this time.

With a sigh, Janet cleaned up the floor yet again and headed toward the living room to check on the men. They stood directly in front of the fireplace with their b.u.t.ts as close as they could get to it without standing in the middle of it.

"You were out there an awfully long time this time. I sure hope you finished."

"We did. That's why we were so long getting back." Steven actually s.h.i.+vered.

"I'm going to make the bread while you warm up. Lunch will help warm you up from the inside out."

"Thanks, baby. We really appreciate it."

"What's the treat?" Steven asked.

"Not until after lunch. It might spoil your appet.i.te if you get it beforehand."

Greg sniffed the air but shook his head. She was sure he was sniffing for a dessert. She hadn't made one for lunch. She planned on something else, only she would be the one getting the real treat.

They finished up lunch without leaving even a sc.r.a.p of bread. She couldn't believe how much they could eat in one sitting.

"Go ahead into the other room and relax by the fire. I'll be in there in a few minutes."

"Want some help with the dishes, love?"

"No thanks, Steven. I'll get them. Go on."

She made quick work of the dishes and left the boiler from the chili to soak in the sink. She wiped her hands on the dish towel then smoothed them down her pant legs. Why was she so nervous? She quickly walked into the other room before she could talk herself out of it.

"Okay, you guys. I'm going to help warm you up. Stand up for me."

They looked at each other but stood up and waited for more instructions. She smiled tentatively then drew in a deep breath and got to her knees in front of them. Then she began unfastening Greg's jeans. He put a hand on hers.

"What are you doing, baby?"

"I'm going to have my dessert. I want to suck your c.o.c.k. Yours and Steven's."

"You don't have to do that, love." Steven reached over and ran his hand under her chin.

"I'm not doing it because I think I should or have to. I'm doing it because I want to. I want to suck your d.i.c.ks. I don't remember the taste of you and have to know."

"Are you sure?" Greg didn't seem convinced.

"If you let go of my hands, I'll show you."

Greg seemed to think about it. Then he looked over at Steven and sighed. He let go of her hands but finished unfastening his jeans himself. She reached inside and pulled out his c.o.c.k. It was already standing at attention. Clearly the idea of being sucked had done wonders for it. She glanced over toward Steven and found that he'd taken matters into his own hands and had his d.i.c.k already out and was slowly pumping it.

She shoved Greg's pants down a little more. Then she licked the stalk up and down several times as she slowly pumped it with her hand. Then she leaned over toward Steven and opened her mouth. He obliged by placing his d.i.c.k within easy licking distance. She licked him up and down as well, but he had a pearl of pre-c.u.m at the top of his c.o.c.k from pumping it. She wanted it and leaned over some more to lick it from the tip of his spongy c.o.c.khead.

She hummed her approval. Then she licked across the slit again just to hear him hiss out a breath. He didn't disappoint her. In fact, he pressed his c.o.c.k closer to her questing tongue. She lapped at the slit as another drop of c.u.m emerged. He was so different tasting than Greg. Where Greg was slightly bitter, Steven had a slightly tangy flavor.

She moved back to lick at the top of Greg's c.o.c.k. She sipped at the c.u.m that began to roll down the side of his d.i.c.k. He groaned when she lapped at the stalk as if it was a bowl of milk and she was a cat. When she'd sipped it all up, Janet sucked at the head then lowered her head over his c.o.c.k to see how far she could take him. He was so long. Taking only part of him was a feat unto itself. He groaned when she swallowed around him.

"Aw, h.e.l.l, baby. That's it. Suck me down."

She took him to the back of her throat and swallowed once again before backing off and turning to Steven. He'd been waiting patiently for his turn. Well, if you didn't count the fact that he was stroking his c.o.c.k. She nearly giggled. He had such a look of intense need that she quickly sobered at the realization that it was for her and her alone.

Janet sucked on just his c.o.c.khead before sliding down the ma.s.sive d.i.c.k. She raked it lightly with her teeth on the way back up, causing him to hiss out a breath. She rolled her eyes up to watch the expression on his face when she ran her tongue beneath the edge of the cap. He threw back his head.

She moved back to Greg, teasing him by licking up and down his c.o.c.k before swallowing him down fast and deep. He growled. She sucked, hollowing her cheeks, as she came back up. She repeated it several times until he was f.u.c.king her mouth. She could tell he was getting close when he grasped her head, his fingers digging into her scalp. She took him by surprise and began to roll his b.a.l.l.s in her hand.

"f.u.c.k, baby. I'm gonna come."

She sucked even harder and was rewarded with ribbons of his c.u.m down her throat. She licked him clean when he had finished. Then she smiled up at him, placing a kiss on his d.i.c.k before going back to Steven.

She didn't play around this time. Instead, she sucked him down her throat and swallowed around him.

"Yes! Just like that, love. Do it again."