Built for Them Read online S.E. Law (The Boyfriend Diaries #8)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Boyfriend Diaries Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
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The blonde’s still staring at us, her eyes wide.

“But what does that have to do with the Double V?” she says finally, barely getting the words out. “How does that make a difference?”

Ryan and I share another look. I take over, clasping her soft hand in my big one.

“It doesn’t, really. But obviously, a child can only have one father, which means that either Ryan or I will be the father. Not both, and that’s where Double V comes in handy. We’d like to spurt in you simultaneously, and let fate do its work. Whichever one of us impregnates you will be the father,” I say simply.

She gapes at us again.

“But both of you have come in me multiple times,” she says in a low, trembling voice. “I mean, you take turns using my holes, and there’s so much seed all over the place all the time. And you know we don’t use protection.”

I shake my head.

“We don’t, and thank you for that sweetheart. We appreciate the fact that you’re willing to go bareback with us because we never use rubbers with each other. It would be strange to put it on to penetrate you, but not to penetrate him.”

She nods.

“Yes, I know. I don’t like the feel of plastic between us either, but still. No protection means a baby, and I guess you’re telling me that you’re ready.”

I nod.

“We’ve been ready since the day we met you. We always knew you’d get pregnant Amy, because you’re a healthy young woman and without contraception, it’s bound to happen. In fact, I’m surprised it hasn’t happened yet because you’re undoubtedly very fertile with those lush curves. But sweetheart, that’s why we need to have this talk. We want to put in words what we’re looking for, and make sure you’re on board.”

Amy flushes again, biting her lip.

“I guess …”

Ryan and I look at her. The little Cupid on the wall seems to smirk a bit, and I wish I could smack its face, or at least make it look away from our private conversation.

“What do you think, honey?” I ask in what I hope is a low, calm voice. In reality, my heart’s pounding at a million miles an hour and my mouth is dry. We badly want Amy to be the mother of our children, but what if she says no? How will we find another woman just as sweet and just as desirable?

But then the blonde smiles and grips both of our hands.

“I’d love to,” she says, and it’s as if the clouds have parted and light is streaming onto our little table here at the diner. After all, this woman was made for us, and giving her a baby will be the best thing we ever do.

9

Amy

Raider and Ryan look so happy that my heart overflows. The two men let go of my hands and take a deep breath before sitting back in the small booth. I almost laugh because they’re huge, imposing, and very attractive. Women in the restaurant have been casting them lustful glances since the moment the alpha males set foot inside, but they’ve been so focused on me that they don’t notice.

After all, the two men make me feel wanted. Desirable. Incredibly attractive, and yes, oh so fertile. What woman wouldn’t feel fertile around them? They spray me with seed day and night, pumping me full of the good stuff. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m pregnant already.

And in the back of my head, I’ve always known that without contraception, I’m taking a risk. After all, these two gorgeous, OTT alpha males are virile. Everything about them pulses energy, from their long, hot poles to the gallons of jizz they emit with each release.

But am I ready to become a mommy? My heart says yes, but my brain insists on getting a few details cleared up first.

“Ryan, Raider,” I say slowly. “I’d love to be your baby mama but I need to figure out a few things first.”

“Of course,” growls Raider quickly. “Whatever you need, we’re on it. You can move into our penthouse, and we’ll outfit one of the bedrooms as a nursery. We can get you a night nurse so you won’t have to get up to breastfeed, and we’ll start the baby’s college fund now. I can call my banker to get it all set up. Whatever you need, honey.”

I laugh, even as heat fills my breast.

“Whoa, whoa,” I say in a soft voice while taking their hands in mine again. “No need to get a night nurse because I think I’d enjoy breastfeeding. Imagine that: a baby drinking mother’s milk. I have a feeling I’ll be overflowing with milk, and I’d love to provide the nutrition.”

Both men’s eyes involuntarily go to my bosom, and I can tell they’re imagining the sight of my creaminess leaking with tasty vitamin D. But they’re not envisioning a baby there. They’re thinking of trying my milk themselves, and letting the white fluid stream down their throats.


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