Three is company...

Did she just say mates as in plural? “Mates…?” I say raising my eyebrows thinking she may have had a slip of the tongue.

“Yes Mates, Abasi and Abubakar. I do not think anyone was more surprised than I was when they both marked me at the same time. It was the immediate attraction that did it for me; I maybe a lot of woman but hot damn, those two would have me bare foot and pregnant right now if I did not insist on them giving me at least another year to wait after the triplets were born. Those two are the textbook definition of insatiable I could barely climb out of bed before they were demanding to mate with me.” She threw her hands up in an exaggerated motion.

I laughed at her flustered response and couldn’t help but ask. “So, with it being three of you… is it harder having two mates? I mean how do you determine who goes first or who gets time with you first?”

“Who gets time with me first or who has their turn first. Honey it’s not a gang bang.’’

I spit out my mouth full of coffee at