Chapter 28 The bliss of the first orgasm hadn't even stopped when Roberto flipped our bodies around, pulling me off Stephen and lining up his cock. He stared at me, his eyes glazed with passion so vibrant my body trembled all over again. "This is all for you, sweetheart." He entered me slowly, letting me feel every dip and ridge of his cock, all the way until he'd seated himself to the hilt. My head fell back against the pillows. Stephen's thigh was right beside my head, and I lifted a hand to run it along the thick muscle. He rolled onto his side, and I grasped his cock, pumping it as Roberto thrust into me. Every stroke was pure torture as my orgasm ebbed and peaked. He knew exactly how fast he could go to hold me there, and he did so with deliberate tension in his body. He used his palms on either side of my head to brace his upper half, and he continued to watch me. "You are so beautiful like this. All the time. Every day, but especially when you have my cock inside you." "Or mine," Matthew called out from his seat. He'd moved away as soon as Roberto shifted our positions and had resumed watching. I rolled my head to look at him, and he grinned while fisting his hand around his cock. "Are you going to put that thing to good use or not?" Matthew's laughter rolled out, filling the room with his joy. "Oh, I'm going to use it. Just the way you like it." "Good." I groaned when Roberto sped up, his thrusts driving me up the bed and tightening my core. "I'm going to come, Roberto." "I know." He kissed me, using his tongue and cock in tandem while Stephen stroked my breasts. The sensation of it all being too much and yet not enough swept over me. I wanted them filling every part of me. It didn't matter how many times we'd done it, how many different positions, I never grew tired of having them inside me. Roberto shifted his weight to change the angle of his thrusts and slid a hand between us, pressing his thumb into my clit with every stroke. I twisted and moaned, my hips bucking to meet his rhythm. "That's it, Harmony." Stephen kissed my shoulder. Matthew stood and crossed to the bed, his cock bobbing in invitation. "Come for Roberto." I had no choice. They all knew my body, probably better than I did. They plucked and teased, fucked and loved until I turned into a writhing mess of twitches and pleasure. Roberto buried his cock to the hilt in a driving thrust, retreated to the tip, then did it again. Our lips fused, tongues dueling for dominance. I arched my hips off the bed and met his next thrust, then shattered into a million pieces. My ears rang with the force of my pleasure, and I still didn't want it to end. Roberto rode out my orgasm with me, his thrusts stroking my tightening walls and heightening the orgasm to a new level. He waited until I reached the other side, the slow decrease of earth-shattering pleasure, and then he came. His body tensed, his breath hot on my neck as he broke off the kiss and buried his forehead in my shoulder. "Fuck, sweetheart. You're going to ruin me. Every time I come with you ..." he trailed off and kissed my neck. "I've never come so hard I see stars, but I do when I'm with you." No one had ever said anything like that to me before. "Same." I cupped a hand to his cheek, holding him in place until we both stopped shaking. I'd released Stephen at some point, but he remained by my side. Matthew stood near the edge of the bed, his attention riveted on me. I released Roberto, and he rolled away, leaving me exposed. I didn't cover myself. I had no reason to, no shame or need to hide. Instead, I beckoned Matthew closer. "You promised to put that to good use." Grinning, he climbed onto the bed, settled beside Stephen, and patted his lap. "You want it? Come and get it." I didn't hesitate to climb up his legs and straddle his lap. A moment of hesitation passed as I decided whether to give him a blow job as a tease before I rode him. But I was too anxious to feel his length bottomed out in my pussy. I rose onto my knees, wiggling my ass for Roberto's benefit, and seated myself on his thick shaft. "God, you feel so good." My head fell back, my hands settling on his shoulders as I rolled my hips. I said it every time, and it was true every time. They made me feel everything, things I didn't know were possible. "I love this sweet pussy." Matthew gripped my hips and pistoned his cock into me, bouncing my entire body so it slammed down, letting me experience every millimeter. "Ride me, Harmony. Show me how much you enjoy my cock. Then, we'll let Stephen fuck your ass." The thought of having both of them inside me heightened my awareness of my entire body. My nipples hardened even more, and a gasp tore out of my throat when Stephen moved behind me and spread my ass cheeks, lifting me almost completely off Matthew. That was all it took for me to come again, harder and faster than before. Stephen used my own wetness to coat his cock and my ass, then used the momentum of my orgasm to slide into place. My spine arched as they stretched me, my mouth falling open as I panted. "Holy fuck. Oh God. That feels so good." The three of us found a rhythm, our bodies in tune with one another. We came within minutes, all three of us surging toward a climax so intense my vision blacked out. I fell forward onto Matthew's chest when it was over, our ragged breathing the only sound in the room. My eyes drifted closed as Stephen withdrew. Matthew covered us both with a blanket and cradled me close, kissing my forehead. I startled awake with a gasp that shot me straight up in bed in the dark room. Nausea rose in a tidal wave, and I scrambled from the bed with one hand over my mouth. I reached the bathroom just in time to empty my stomach in gasping heaves that left me cold and shaking. Afterward, I washed my face and rinsed my mouth before creeping into the bedroom to gather my clothes. I couldn't deny the signs after missing my period last week. Another bout of nausea drove me back to the bathroom. What felt like a century later, I managed to dress, write my men a note, and make my way downstairs. The first rays of daylight edged over the parking lot when I stepped outside. I'd used the rideshare app to schedule a pickup several blocks away. Some of the kids at my college drove on weekends to make money. I couldn't risk one of them picking me up here, and there was a convenience store two blocks away that would be open by the time I walked there. It was as good a place as any to buy a pregnancy test. No one knew me there or would think anything of my purchase. Especially since I planned on using the self-checkout. I checked my phone to make sure my ride share was on time and entered the store. Except for a bored-looking older woman mopping the floors, the entire place was empty. I let out a sigh of relief, found what I needed, and checked out. A blue sedan waited for me on the next block, and I slid into the back seat after confirming it was my ride. The driver gave no indication of wanting to talk, and that suited me just fine. I paid him well when we reached the sorority house, and I ducked inside, creeping up the steps with my breath held. No doors opened. No accusations were hurled. An hour after waking up, I sat on the toilet with the pregnancy test in my shaking hand. I placed it on the counter and picked up my phone to set the timer. A new message flashed on the screen. Apparently, it had shown up while I was in bed with my professors, but I hadn't noticed it. It was the same as the others. Threats and anger. I set the timer and waited, the phone clutched tight between my palms. What if it was positive? My heart did a funny flip. Did I want to be a mother? Sure. But not yet. The phone buzzed, and I snatched the test from the counter with enough force to crack my fist on the cold ceramic. Two lines. I stopped breathing, double-checked the instructions, and looked again. Positive. I curled over my knees in a desperate attempt to find some kind of stability. This was it. I'd reached my breaking point. I needed to talk to someone, but who? Not the professors. They were still recovering from our near miss. I couldn't throw this at them yet. Lurching to my feet, I sent a panicked text to Delilah, asking her to meet me in my room. Seconds later, her signature knock sounded. She cracked the door open and peered inside. "Harmony?" "Here." I waved at her from the chair. "Come in and close the door." "What's wrong?" I ran a hand across my sweaty forehead. "You have to swear to me you won't say a word to anyone. Not one word." She mimed zipping her lips. "Your secrets are my secrets." That was all it took for me to tell her everything. I explained about the professors, making it clear that I'd still earned my grades though we were having sex. The overflow of admissions cleansed my heart though it remained heavy with the final secret. I told her about the threatening text messages, then held out the pregnancy test. "And there's this." Delilah looked down at the pregnancy test and her eyes went super wide. "Holy shit, Harmony." "I know." I groaned. "I never meant to get pregnant. I'm on birth control." "Well, it's done now." Delilah had sat in the chair opposite me at some point. She scooted closer and wrapped both arms around my shoulders. "It's going to be okay. We'll get through this together. One step at a time." I sniffled through my tears and returned her hug. "Thank you." "Of course. You're my best friend." She grasped my shoulders and pushed me into the chair. Our eyes locked, hers full of sympathy. "First things first. You have to stop sleeping with them." "Kind of pointless now, don't you think? I can't get any more pregnant." Despite my plans to end everything yesterday, faced with the command from Delilah, I found it grating against my nerves. Delilah shook her head. "That's not the point. Are you going to keep the baby?" "I ... Yes." The answer came in a single breath. I might not have planned on getting pregnant, but I wanted the baby. "Then you should consider a leave of absence." Delilah released me and stood. She'd always thought better on her feet, and she reminded me of Stephen when she began pacing across my room. "Are you sure you want to keep it?" It would be easier if I gave the baby up for adoption. But I'd never chosen easy. "I'm sure. I know I said I wanted my career first. After the way I grew up, I never wanted to be a young, single mother." I cupped one hand over my flat abdomen. How long did I have before I wouldn't be able to hide the truth? "I know how hard it can be, but I'm strong enough. I can do this." Delilah gave me a disbelieving look. "Okay. That's your choice. But this next one is for all of your sakes." She stopped pacing and rubbed her forehead. "Harmony, you can't tell them you're pregnant." "You mean not yet?" My voice rose. "Right?" She shook her head, the motion slow and painful. "No. Not ever. That will only make things worse. You don't know which one of them is the father. Learning one of them put a kid in you would cause strife. You don't want to break up the Dream Team, do you?" "No." I didn't want that. But why would it cause a problem? I tried to voice the question. "What if ..." "No." Delilah returned to her seat and grasped my hands. "Trust me. They don't need to know. They'll lose everything if the truth comes out. You can't risk that. Take a leave of absence, have the baby. When you come back in a year, it'll be like it never happened. This is what's best for everyone." What was best for everyone. I withheld my continued objections. Maybe Delilah had a point. I wanted to tell them because they deserved to know one of them had fathered a child. Stephen. My heart constricted so hard I lost my breath. He'd lost his wife and daughter in childbirth. My pregnancy would bring all that history to the forefront. It might cause him to spiral into grief again. Did I want to risk that? I shouldn't be selfish enough to put him through the misery of my pregnancy. We'd promised no feelings, and having a baby together compromised all of that. "Harmony?" Delilah squeezed my hands. "What are you thinking?" "I won't tell them." Every word cost me a sharp pain beneath my ribs. They meant too much to me. Even if it was wrong for me to keep their child a secret, I'd do it to protect them. A single mother returns to the city she left seven years ago after breaking up with her ex to seek treatment for her son’s leukemia. Upon learning of her return, the ex immediately searches for the lo...