Page 132 of Sinful Mates

Thaddeus falls asleep in my arms and I watch his little sleeping face brushing his curls out of his eyes. What the future holds for him makes me wonder. Walking him upstairs, I place him in his crib. When I go downstairs Tobias is waiting by the stairs.

He wraps his arms around my waist pulling me flush against him. His lips move to mine as he kisses me gently before pulling back.

"Did you get your dress?" he asks. Shit the fucking dress.

"Shit," I curse.

"I take that as a no? All good, you can walk down the aisle naked." He wiggles his eyebrows at me with a smile on his lips.

"Yeah because I'm sure we can hang those photos on the wall, and I think we have tormented the priest enough with him marrying three of us. I don't want to give the old fart a heart attack rocking up naked," I tell him.

"Who's going naked?" Theo says walking in and sandwiching me between them as his lips go to my shoulder.

"If you're getting naked, can I, too?" he says, thrusting his hips into me.

"No one is getting naked," I huff at their playfulness.

"You sure?" Theo asks, slipping his hand into my panties, and running his fingers along my slit as his lips trail down my neck leaving open mouth kisses on my skin.

I lean back into Theo, his fingers dancing over my lips teasingly slow, his lips nipping and sucking on my skin. I feel Tobias move closer as he unbuttons my shirt, making my eyes go to his. His warm hands move quickly, opening my blouse before he drops his head, biting my breast that isn’t covered by my bra. I moan at the feel of his teeth biting my skin. Pain and pleasure, the thinnest line to walk, yet so exhilarating.

Theo’s fingers finally slipping between my now wet lips as he rubs my clit making me lean into him, I can get lost in the sensation of his fingers when suddenly Tobias pulls my pants down, kissing and nipping at my legs making me shiver and leaving me only in the thin material of my panties. Theo pulls his hand from my panties and I groan in frustration. I hear Tobias chuckle before he pulls me to him and I wrap my legs around his waist as he lifts me from the ground before slamming me into the wall, his lips hungrily devouring mine as he plunges his tongue into my mouth. I moan into his mouth, grinding myself against his crotch and the growing bulge in his pants.

I pull at his belt, impatient to get his cock inside me. I can’t even remember the last time we had sex, it has been so long. Life is becoming busy and with a baby there isn’t much time left in the day.

Tobias suddenly moves to the lounge, and I grip his shoulders to stop from falling back. He sits on the lounge with me on his lap and I lift my weight off him so he can remove his pants.

I feel chilly hands at my back before I feel Theo slide my blouse down my arms and remove my bra, tossing them on the floor. His hands go to my breasts, my nipples hardening under his touch. Leaning back and looking up, Theo grips my neck with one hand before leaning down and kissing my lips, nipping at my chin. I feel Tobias hands grip my hips before pushing me down on the head of his cock and I feel his hardened length slide inside, making me moan at the full feeling. My walls clench around his length. Theo lets go of my neck and I kiss Tobias before biting his neck, making him groan. I lick at the blood trail as he throws his head back, his fingers digging into my hips as I roll them back and forth on his cock. I feel Theo’s fingers trail down my spine, making me shiver.

He pulls them back before moving them to my ass, only this time they are wet, and I can smell lubricant. He moves his fingers between my cheeks teasingly. I groan in frustration; he knows what I want and yet he teases me. He chuckles seeing me get frustrated as I push my ass against his hand. Tobias sits up more, his lips going to my neck and Theo’s to the other side, and I feel my stomach tighten with anticipation as Theo moves behind me before his cock slips into me.

I moan loudly at the feeling of him slipping in and out of me. Before pushing against him and moving my hips against Tobias. My skin heats and I know I’m close. Sitting on the edge just waiting to be shoved right over it. Theo speeds up and I sink my fangs into Tobias and I feel his grip tighten on my hips before he thrusts upward hard, and I feel his hot cum spill into me sending me over the edge as my orgasm washes over me in waves making me moan into Tobias’s neck. Theo stilling a few seconds later, find his own release.

The air thick with the scent of our arousal and sex as I feel Theo’s now flaccid cock slip from me and I lift myself from Tobias, who looks a little buzzed still from my bite. Exhausted, we all head upstairs and shower before going to bed.

Waking in the morning, I hop in the shower, I really have to make sure I make it in town today to get my dress. Tobias and Theo are in early today, leaving while it is still dark. I’m in the shower when I hear the front door open.

“Dad, is that you?” I sing out.

“Yeah, kiddo” he calls back. My father said he will help with Thaddeus today, while I d some last-minute things for the wedding. I hear Thadeus fussing in his crib and jump out, wrapping my towel around myself. I hear a knock on the bedroom door.

“Yeah, I am still in the bathroom,” I call to him trying to wrap my hair in the damn towel.

“I will grab him and meet us downstairs,” he says. Us? I think to myself, wondering who he brought with him. I quickly duck out, finding my clothes quickly and getting dressed.

Walking down the stairs, I can hear my father making Thaddeus a bottle and hear the kettle being turned on. Walking in, I freeze. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I say when I see Bianca sitting at my kitchen counter on a stool with my son in her arms.

“Now, now, Imogen, calm down she is your sister,” my father says looking at me.

“Are you fucking serious? She fucking killed me, you know, as in dead?” I yell back and Thaddeus cries at my yelling.

“Shh, shh you’re okay, Mommy is just mad at aunty,” Bianca says soothing him.

“Give me my son” I say walking toward her. She passes him to me, and I eye her.

“She wants to apologize and make things right. Let her try,” my father says.

I glare at him, and suddenly Bianca hops up. “I just want to help. I can help, Imogen. Look, I picked up your dress,” she says, grabbing it from the stool beside her.