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  By his cries she thought he might be reaching his peak as well, but he gripped her knees and lifted them high against her shoulders and buried all he had into her. He kept her knees up by resting them against each of his biceps, allowing his hands to flatten out on either side of her on the bed as he began to pound against the back of her thighs like some kind of hammered perfection. It was as if he was molding her body into a space designed to fit him uniquely.

  “Damn it, Jen,” he whispered fiercely in a panted breath. “I can’t—can’t hold back anymore. Tell me now if you want me to pull out,” he said sounding panicked. “If you don’t then I’m coming inside you and there is no going back.”

  She was rising to her third climax, thoroughly afraid that this man was most likely going to get her pregnant to night, but it was a fear she’d accepted before this moment. “I’m coming with you,” she cried out. “Don’t st—stop.”

  At that second it was as if everything collided, tangling his orgasm with hers, sensations and shocks ripping concurrently through their systems. His erection lifted high inside her as if he was going to pick her body up with it alone. His muscled arms pulling her into himself so completely that she couldn’t tell where he ended and she began.

  She could still feel the gentle pulsing motion of his hips as the sensation faded. He was kissing her temple at this point and whispering how much he loved her.

  She reached up and turned his face to look her in the eye. “I’m not pretending—I love you, Gabriel. I honestly do.”

  “But….”

  “It’s okay. I love Andy, too. I didn’t think there was any way to feel this way about two people, but please believe me when I tell you that I do.” She burst into tears and tried to hide her face in his shoulder.

  He pulled back slightly. “Shhh, don’t cry, Jen. This has been so crazy, but so perfect.”

  “Thank you. You don’t know what it means to us to have a chance at having a baby.”

  “Honestly? Yes, I do. I never thought I’d have kids, but,” he whispered as he slowly allowed his body to withdraw from inside of hers. “This weekend isn’t over. I think you need a couple more loads to make sure we’ve done this right,” he said with a tiny grin.

  “Can we sleep for a little bit? You pretty much drained me. I feel like I couldn’t get up and walk even if the cabin was on fire.”

  He gave a small laugh. “Yeah, we can sleep,” he said as he cuddled down beside her and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. “And if the cabin was on fire, I’d carry you out. Goodnight, Jen.”

  Somewhere around three in the morning she woke to warm-lipped kisses on her bare shoulder, his erection pressing hard against her ass. She reached and grabbed his hand that had been cupping her breast, pulling it to her mouth and began kissing each knuckle.

  “I need you,” he whispered in the darkness. “But this isn’t the kind of need that wants to lay down. Would you mind getting up with me?”

  “Where?” She whispered back.

  “I’ll show you.”

  She pulled the blankets back and sat up in darkness. The only illumination was coming in from the half-moon that danced intermittently through a clouded night sky. Gabe walked around the bed; the silhouette of a perfect male. He was tall at just over 6’2,” but he wasn’t gangly. She knew he weighed close to 240 pounds, but it was all muscle, sinew and…ah…man.

  He gripped her slender hips in his heated hands and turned her so that her backside was against the dresser. There were two dressers in this bedroom, one on the east wall and one on the west, with the headboard of the bed against the north wall and the master bath and sliding glass doors leading out to a deck overlooking the river on the south.

  He lifted her little 5’6” frame onto the edge of the dresser and situated his body between her legs. He showed her to position her hands flat on the dresser top about six inches away from her sides as he slipped his arms around her body and scooped up under her buttocks, bringing them chest to chest. She liked the view. She was watching him in the mirror from the other dresser, watching his tight ass as he prepared to enter her body.

  “Wrap your legs around me, Baby,” he whispered.

  She obeyed, immediately feeling his hardness pressing upward between her legs.

  “Tell me if you don’t like this,” he added, and then brought her body outward as he stepped slightly away from the dresser.

  She panicked for a second, thinking she wasn’t going to be able to support herself and that she would fall backward onto the dresser’s edge, but she soon realized it was a balanced arrangement. Her arms only supported a tiny fraction of her weight as he held her up, literally on his hips.

  His lips barely brushed against her, his breath warm and sweet as he asked if she was ready.

  She nodded as he lowered her body on to his erection. She gasped at the exquisite feeling of his depth.

  He moved her like a swing set, slightly away and then allowing their bodies to intimately collide, slowly at first and then gaining momentum. His grip was tightening on her buttocks as the pace became rapid. Her clitoris was being bumped with every stroke and she could feel her moisture increasing as the intense sensation built, allowing him to go even faster.

  Damn it felt so good. She could tell from the way it was mounting in her loins that the orgasm would be spectacular. She called out his name and then tightened down on him with her thighs, bringing his motion nearly to a halt as the orgasm locked her onto his body. Getting off with Gabe was an extra intense experience.

  He kissed her, lifting her completely off the dresser and keeping himself deep inside her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m never going to get enough of feeling you get off on my cock. We’re going to play a little longer if you want.”

  She nodded, afraid to speak because she still hadn’t caught her breath from the last inner explosion.

  He carried her out to the living room and lifted her off of is hard-on, setting her down by the couch. “This is doggie-style, Baby, with a twist. Knees on the cushions facing long-ways, and letting your upper half rest on the arm of the couch.”

  She did as he asked, but wondered how he was going to mount her this way.

  He was also sideways to the couch, putting one bent leg between her body and the backrest, and standing with his other foot flat on the floor. The positioning was perfect as his already wet and ready erection slid into her from the rear. He lean into her and cupped her breasts with a small laugh.

  “What’s so funny?” she managed to get out as he began to hump against her with his fabulous rhythm.

  He leaned closer to her ear. “This is supposed to be a great position for making a baby. Ah—god—it feels—great on my end, Baby, but tell me if you want something—different.

  “N—no, feels—wonderful,” she gasped as he picked up speed and thrust. She could hear the sound of skin slapping skin as he pounded against her ass. She spread and lifted her cheeks higher to him as she brought her nipples to scrub against the fabric of the couch cushion below her.

  She was just nearing the top as she heard him cry out that he was exploding inside her. She could actually feel the spurt and the pulse of his liquid as he filled her.

  He must have realized that he came just before she did. His hand quickly slid from her hip to reach underneath her and work her clit with quick short strokes as his other hand slid forward and under her to tease her nipple.

  “Fuck you’re good!” She cried out. The muscles in her ass tightened involuntarily on his presence in her body as the fifth climax of the night took over her senses and her reaction. She didn’t normally swear during sex, but tonight had been more than she ever imagined possible.

  Several minutes passed before they caught their breath.

  “We need a shower,” she said with a small degree of difficulty.

  “No,” he said, scooping her up into his arms.

  “Why not?”

  “Because this work
s best if you lay down for several hours after sex. You know to—to let everything get where it’s going.”

  She couldn’t help, but laugh as he carried her, once more to the bedroom. “Were you on the internet before our—ah—date?”

  “Yes, I was. We’ll shower in the morning; my sperm stays inside you all night. Damn I can’t wait until you tell me you’re pregnant!”

  She became very quiet and still as he crawled in beside her. He evidently noticed.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. I—I know this is for you and Andy; tonight wasn’t for me.”

  “Gabe, don’t say that. You’re as much a part of this as we are. Yes, I want to end up pregnant after this, but you’re not going to be left out of this baby’s life. I want you to be with us at the birth, for birthdays, for….”

  “Jennifer, I won’t be here for the birth. I’m shipping out in 45 days.”

  “Do you know where you’ll be?” Worry was starting to invade her happiness.

  “I’ve got a year in—in Afghanistan.”

  She had no clue that was where he was going to end up. “Andy said you were probably going to end up at the base in Miramar or Germany,” she said and then the force of what he told her hit her and she began to weep.

  He rose up on his elbows and kissed her softly. “Don’t cry. I’ll be okay, I’m superman, remember?”

  She slapped his bare chest, hard. “Don’t you—don’t you dare get—get hurt,” she sobbed out.

  He became really quiet and then kissed her forehead. “Pray for me, okay?”

  “Every day, Gabriel,” she snuffled.

  “I don’t know what God thinks about Andy’s solution to having a family, but I can’t believe that what I feel for you could ever be wrong. We might be a little unconventional, but….”

  She laughed in spite of her tears. “We are definitely unconventional, but I agree. I don’t see the difference in that when a woman couldn’t have children, her husband was given either an extra wife or a concubine. We’re just the reverse, I guess. Andy can’t so—so God gave me you.”

  “Goodnight, Jen. I love you.”

  The final kiss of the night was slow and tender.

  They slept-in until the sun cleared the tree tops and flooded the cabin with light. They took their shower together and made love one last time before packing up in the truck and leaving.

  Gabe had been extra quiet until they were a block away from the house. He pulled off the side of the road with the engine running and became teary eyed.

  She reached over and touched his arm. “Everything okay?”

  “No. Not at all. I was just thinking that I hope you’re not pregnant.”

  “What?! But why, Gabe? Don’t you want this to….”

  “Yeah, I want you pregnant, but I just realized that if last night doesn’t work then I get another chance to be in your arms. It’s going to be really hard knowing that last night was it for us. I’ll never get to make love to you again.”

  “Please,” she said, getting choked up herself, “Let’s not discuss this. I—I need to go home.”

  “I know,” he sighed. He put the truck in gear and minutes later they were in her driveway. “I’m not coming in,” he stated. “This is hard enough on Andy without him watching me walk in the house with you. Tell him I’ll call him in a couple days.”

  She started to lean toward him for a kiss, but he pulled away.

  “Nah, Baby, not here. Goodbye.”

  A lump in her throat prevented her from saying goodbye. She grabbed her bag and went inside.

  The house was dark. Andy hadn’t opened the shades nor turned on any lights. The television was off and the house was quiet.

  “Andy?” She didn’t hear a response and her heart began to gallop with the fear that something was wrong. “Andy?!” She called louder walking back toward the master bedroom.

  He came around the corner, his beautiful azure eyes reddened. “Hey,” he said softly.

  “What are you doing? The house is dark. You didn’t answer when I called your name. Did you just get up?” The worry returned as her temper softened. “Are you feeling okay, Honey?”

  “Did you and Gabe….”

  “Andy, this was your idea.”

  “I know that, Jen. It wasn’t until you left that it got to me. You were mine, Jen,” he said, the tears starting to roll down his cheeks.

  She dropped her bag and went into his waiting arms. “Please, Andy, don’t do this. I’m still yours. I love you as much as always, maybe even more because you cared enough about us having children to make this decision.”

  He seemed inconsolable as he kept repeating that she had been his alone.

  “Andy, where’s your patch?” He was supposed to apply a testosterone patch each night because with the loss of both testicles he couldn’t make testosterone on his own. Doing without the patch could cause a ton of problems, one of which was to become depressed and weepy. She was looking him over and didn’t see it. “God, you forgot to put it on last night didn’t you?”

  “I—I wasn’t thinking about….”

  “Come on, Baby,” she said pulling him back toward the bedroom. She had him sit on the bed while she went into the medicine cabinet and grabbed one of the foil packages, alcohol and a cotton ball. The doctor never said they had to alcohol the skin, but they did it anyway to make sure it was clean and that testosterone was the only thing the patch was taking through his skin. “Which arm was it on the other day? I don’t want to put this one in the same place.”

  “I’ll put it on my thigh,” he said, taking a deep, shaky breath. “Damn, Jen,” he began as she scrubbed off a bare spot on his thigh. “What’s going to happen to us, Baby?”

  “What do you mean?”

  He took the patch and opened it, applying it to his skin. “Half the time I don’t want sex, and half the time when I do, I end up with a half a hard on. You can’t live this way. I’m going to end up becoming your girlfriend, painting your toenails and curling your hair and both of us will end up drooling over Gabe.”

  She gave a little laugh through her sadness. “You’re my husband and I refuse to have you as a girlfriend. We’re going to talk to the doctor about checking your testosterone levels. I think your problems lately have just been because you’re levels are too low. I was wondering, I mean I know you don’t like the idea of shots, but if I do end up pregnant, it might not be safe to have you using the patches for a while.”

  He reached out and tenderly touched her cheek.

  She loved his touch.

  “Will you hate me if I ask how it was?”

  She looked up unable to stop the flow of tears. “Will you hate me if I tell you?” She choked.

  “Gabe’s not dealing with a total loss of testosterone—and I know he—he loves you.”

  “You’re kidding? You knew how he felt about me? I didn’t even know. And, you—you….”

  “He was so freaking crazy about you in high school, but he was scared. I think he always regretted that he told me to start dating you.”

  “I don’t regret it. Andy, I’ve got to tell you something because I want us to be honest with each other. I’ve always liked Gabe….”

  “I know that. That’s why I knew he was the right one—he’s a friend to both of us.”

  “Please, this is hard to say and I hope I’m making the right decision by telling you this. I’m—I’m in love with Gabriel.”

  He flinched, unable to hide how bad it hurt.

  “You may end up hating me, or calling me crazy, but I’m in love with both of you. I’m your wife and I’ll never regret that I am. But please allow me to also love the guy that will make it possible for us to have a family. Don’t hide in the bedroom when he comes over. Treat him like you always have. Treat me like you always have. If Gabe can be with us when this baby is born, I’d like to share it with him, too. The last thing I want is for you to end up pushing him out of our lives, or for you to push me out of your life.”


  “You’re the other half of my soul, Jen. I could never push you away, but you have to make me a promise.”

  “What kind of promise?”

  “If you ever decide you love him more than me, let me go so you can be happy.”

  “That’s just it you big dummy, I am happy—with you. Please stop doubting that. And no more talk about becoming my girlfriend. And please, god please, don’t ever talk about you drooling over Gabe,” she said with a little laugh.

  “So tell me the truth; was the sex good?”

  She rolled her eyes. “I was ready to come home as soon as I got there, but I’m glad I stayed. Yeah, it was good.”

  He got up and went to the night stand and took his cell phone off the charger and flipped it open.

  “Who are you calling?”

  “Gabe. There is a soccer match on tomorrow night and I’d like our best friend to come over and watch it with us.”

  She stood up and went over and kissed his cheek. “I love you, Andy. And—and thanks.”

  Three weeks later, Gabe and Andy sat in the living room looking like a freaking vampire had drained all the blood out of them while they waited for Jen to finish in the bathroom. She walked out with her pregnancy tester in hand.

  “Looks like we’re—we’re having a baby.”

  Andy jumped up and cheered; Gabe passed out and hit the floor.

  He came around with Jen on one side and Andy on the other.

  “Superman isn’t allowed to pass out,” Andy said.

  They all started laughing.

  ~~~<>~~~

  When Jen was eight months along, Gabe came home on an unexpected leave. His dad had suffered a heart attack, but he was going to be okay. Gabe would ship back to his unit within two weeks—not enough time to see the baby arrive. He was so enthralled by the ‘bulge’ Jen carried that he asked Andy if it would be okay to allow a picture to be taken as he kissed her swollen stomach. Andy said absolutely, and took the picture himself. They gave Gabe a copy of the photograph the day he was shipping out. He immediately pulled out his wallet and put it inside.