Runaway Love

"I can't do this anymore with him." Sarah groaned as she collapsed on the couch.

I nodded but didn't say anything. She had been complaining about Sam for the last few weeks. It had been clear for a while that there was something between them, but he wouldn't commit to her. He was afraid that by dating her he would ruin his relationship with Oliver. Something about a "bro-code" from what I had gathered.

Sarah on the other hand had a crush on Mr. Samuel Stone since she met the man. According to what I'd gathered from Oliver and Sarah she also hadn't dated anyone since meeting Sam. I had noticed there was some tension and feelings between them a while ago. They were always looking at each other while the other was looking away, and they always sought each other when they entered a room.

"He finally admitted to having feelings for me, but he wants to talk to Oliver before going any further. Like he's my father or something. I know that Daddy died years ago, and Oliver helped raise me when he got back, but he's not my parent and he doesn't rule me or my relationships." Sarah's gaze never left the ceiling.

I kept quiet and let her vent while I drank a cup of tea from my perch on the couch. I knew they would work it out, but I also knew that Sean was driving the team with iron fists trying to locate Josh. I felt guilty that my past was interrupting this young couple's future.

Oliver and Sam walked into the house. Oliver immediately walked over and kissed me. I smiled as he pulled back.

"Hi, baby. How was work?" I asked, smiling over my cup of tea.

I had plans for the boys tonight and they didn't know it. It had been a few weeks since the break-in and I had been cleared for normal activities. Sean and Oliver had been treating with kid gloves and I wanted more. I'd even been acting out hoping for even the attention for a punishment.

I dropped my gaze at the thought. I'd been reduced to acting like a child, trying to get any attention I could. Tonight though, that was going to change. I had a lasagna all ready for the oven, garlic bread that just needed warming, and a side salad in the fridge. After I had them stuffed I was going to take them upstairs and show them exactly what I need.

I glance over at Sarah who throwing Sam a look so filled with anger, if looks could kill a person he would have dropped when he first walked in. I followed her gaze to see Sam's reaction and his cheeks were red, but he was doing his best to ignore her while he listened to Oliver.

"Sugar, Sean, and I have to be in the office tomorrow. I think we are finally closing in on Josh. Sam is going to stay with you until I get home, because he isn't needed, and if we do need him he'll have his mobile set up here." Oliver said as he sat beside me.

"Ok, then I'll be seeing you tomorrow Sam!"

"Yes, ma'am." He smiled and nodded before saying goodbye and leaving.

"It's about time for me to leave too. Josie, you call me if you decide to drop those babies." She said with a smile before all but running after Sam.

I smiled but turned my attention to Oliver. He was sitting, flipping through Netflix trying to find a show to watch. I rolled my eyes. These last few weeks we had pretty much exhausted Netflix between me taking it easy, and then the guys wanting to spend their evenings with me. I set my empty mug on the table and turned to face Oliver. He kept scrolling. I sighed and moved so I was straddling his lap.

His eyes immediately flipped to mine. A smile claimed his face and his hands settled on my hips. His eyes trailed down my profile, taking me in. When he hit my belly, one of his hands left my hip to rest on it.

"I can't wait until we can meet these little ones." He said with a smile, his gaze staying on my belly.

"Me either," I said, placing my hand on his.

I leaned over the best I could and lifted his chin with my finger so I could kiss him. He leaned over and met me halfway. His eagerness filled the space between us and I deepened the kiss, brushing my tongue over the seam of his lips, getting him to part his mouth. He groaned and opened, so I could further deepen the kiss.

His hands went back to my hips and settled on my lower back. One stayed there while the other slid around my hip and down my thigh, before following its trail back to my lower back. It didn't stop there though, as it went up to my back and then over my ribs around to my breast. His hand cupped my breast as he squeezed it, earning a moan from me.

The door closing pulled me back from our kiss. I gave him one last kiss and bit my lip before turning to the front door. Sean stood there, gaping at us before a huge grin grew on his face.

"I could get used to coming home to this sight." He said, moving to us in just a few large steps.

He dropped to one knee on the couch, and his hand went around to the back of my neck, pulling me to him. I leaned in and met his lips halfway, the familiar energy that I felt when the three of us were together filled the air. He gave me a few deep kisses that left us both breathless before he pulled away.

"If I wasn't starving for food, I'd carry you upstairs and have my way with you woman." He said as he sat beside Oliver.

"Well, it's good that I only have to warm the lasagna and bread then, huh?" I said, trying to climb as gracefully as I could off Oliver's lap.

There wasn't too much grace in any of my movements lately. I felt as big as a house, and everything ached most of the time. At my last appointment, my doctor had said any day we could have them. I wanted to have at least one last romp with my men before we were shut down for a few months while I healed and life got crazy with the twins.

I waddled my way to the kitchen and preheated the oven, and pulled out the dishes. I had just put the lasagna on the counter when a warm body pressed against my back and arms caged me in at the counter. I smiled and leaned back against Sean.

"Darling, we can do this. You put it all together, let us finish it." He said as the oven beeped.

He kissed the top of my head and grabbed the lasagna from in front of me. He placed it in the oven and set the timer. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the couch, where he settled me on his lap, sideways so I was facing Oliver. Oliver grabbed my feet and started rubbing them, as I leaned back against the arm of the couch with a moan. His experienced fingers sought out the sore spots and rubbed them as I sank deeper into Sean's lap.

Sean's hand rested on my belly, almost touching my breast. I bit my lip as I watched as it slowly moved closer and closer until his thumb barely touched me. I met Sean's hooded eyes as he brushed his thumb over my nipple. The sensation sent a burning ball of need straight to my core and rubbed my thighs together trying to find some sense of relief. Oliver's hand left my foot and stilled my legs.

"Seems our girl needs some relief, Sean," Oliver said as he threw a glance at me.

I nodded and dropped a foot to the floor, leaving my legs open and my dress bunched at my hips. Oliver's hand drifted up to my inner thigh, stopping just before he could touch my panties. I dropped my head back against the arm of the couch and tried to open my legs more, but my foot was against Sean's and their bodies stopped my other leg from moving.

The alarm for the garlic bread went off and Oliver grinned before he stood and moved to grab it. I growled, knowing our moment was over and frustrated it had stopped there so quickly. Oliver set the table and pulled the salad out, calling us over when the lasagna was warmed. We ate, chatting about our day, and then cleared the table. After the dishes were loaded, and the dishwasher was running, Oliver turned to me and grinned.

"Go to the bed and lay down, naked." He said, a dark hunger filling his eyes.

My face heated, but I turned and practically ran to do what he asked. I was filled with anxious energy, excited over what I knew was going to happen. I was laying on the bed just a few moments later when they both came into the bedroom. I watched them separate and each stand on one side of the bed, before crawling over to me, with only their pants on.

"Tell us what you need," Sean said as he pulled a nipple into his mouth.

"I need both of you, inside me,” I said, arching my back, giving them better access to my chest.

"Are you sure?" Oliver asked before claiming the other side.

"Yes, I've been wanting it for weeks, and I know I need it. Please, please fuck me." I said, rubbing my thighs together, trying to seek relief.

Oliver's hand trailed down my body before it sought the heat and moisture of my core. I groaned as he parted my lower lips and his finger found my entrance.

"Well, little one, let's grant your wish."