CHAPTER 201

CAIN POV

It took me a few days before I sat Moona and Brian down and talked them through my great new vision for the future.

I waited until the police visits stopped with such frequency and all Moona’s statements were taken. I didn’t take the file out of my car until we heard that Mathew Connor was in custody and the evidence was stacking up nicely.

Fingerprints, text messages, a load of druggy mates who sold him out at the first sign of a police car at the door.

He’s going down for it, that’s a certainty. He’d better hope it’s a long sentence – I’ll still be tempted to choke the life out of him if he’s ever unlucky enough to cross my path.

So, there we had it. An arrest, a new furniture delivery and Brian’s official acceptance of his resignation, all in one day.

It 's not a good day to make life plans, I don’t know when else would be.

They’d been nervous as I sat them down at the new dining table. Glancing at each other as I cleared my throat and flipped open the file.

A charity initiative, right here on our property. Goats and sheep and chickens galore, even a couple of ponies, if Moona wants them.

An opportunity for disadvantaged youngsters to find connections in the land. To be given responsibility and trust in an environment where they can express themselves.

“You mean a farm?!” Moona asked. “A real farm?!”

“A real farm,” I said. “And no stupid tick boxes or budget restrictions,” I’d said to Brian. “Just you two and the outdoors with whoever you feel can benefit from it.”

“I don’t know what to say,” Brian told me as he eyed up my initial proposals.

“Yes, it would be nice,” I replied.

“Yes, and when can we get started?”

“When can we get started?” he asked, and I smiled.

Oh, how I smiled.

And then I got the two Labrador pups from the crate in my car.

Moona’s face was a picture I’ll remember forever, hugging them like they were the greatest treasure on earth.

“Now,” I said. “We get started now, so you’d better get busy on that chicken coop, Moona. The poultry auction is next week, and the sheep are arriving two days after Brian’s finishing date.”

“Fuck,” Brian said as a smile spread across his face.

And Moona didn’t say anything other than a whole load of thank yous muffled by puppy fur.

It was more than enough for me.

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MOONA POV

The farm completes me in ways I never knew I could be completed. Helping others going through similar to the things I went through growing up makes my heart burst every day.

Brian’s too.

He’s good at this stuff, much better than he was ever allowed to be in the office on someone else’s payroll.

My pups are older now, and our furniture is finally safe from puppy teeth. Our chickens are laying nicely and our sheep are on a decent rotation through our fields.

It’s easy work when you have so many people to help you, and we have a lot. More of them are turning up each month.

I finally have a wagon in the field behind the house, and a couple of gypsy cobs to pull it if I ever needed to go anywhere. But I don’t. I have everything right here.

Well, almost everything.

We’ve been watching my cycle, Cain, Brian and me. Timing our dates so they can come inside me without any risk of additional family members on the way before we’re ready.

But I’m ready now.

It turns out I have more than enough love for Cain, Brian, two pups, a herd of sheep, ten chickens, two ponies and the random collection of kids who need our help.

I know I’ve more than enough love for some of our own, too.

And that’s what I want next.

A baby of our own.

It’s Cain who broaches the subject as he sees me flipping through the wall chart and marking out another month right on schedule.

He slaps Brian on the back as he hands out our evening beers from the fridge, and then he comes right out with it, typical Cain’s style.

“I think it’s about time we put a baby in that pretty little girl of ours.”

I feel the blush on my cheeks before I’ve even turned to face him.

“What?” I ask and he tips his head.

“You heard me. Pregnant would be a good look on you. It’s not as though we haven’t got the room.”

I’m almost touching twenty, but they’re not getting any younger. I can’t hide the smile as I nod my head.

“I think I’d like to get pregnant.” I take a breath. “I think I’d like to get pregnant a lot.”

Brian is the last to speak. He’s always so considerate.

“I’m ready whenever you guys are,” he says. “I’ve been ready since the day we met.”

So have I. I just didn’t know it then.

I’ve thought about the question of paternity a lot these past few months, and in truth I don’t care at all whose baby I have first. I’m planning on having so many of them that I’m sure it’ll even out one way or another.

There’s more than enough love in this house for all of them.

“Three days,” I say. “The calendar says three days until I’m ovulating.”

And those three days crawl by so slowly I feel like I’m trapped in a time warp, but all the best things come to those who wait.

I kick off my boots the moment we’re done for the day, ditching my muddy clothes and jumping in the shower to freshen up.

I don’t need to remind them what night it is, the guys are already stark bollock naked on our sofa when I head back down wearing the old t-shirt of Cain’s I still walk around the house in.

Cain’s dick is in Brian’s hand, and Briam’s dick is in Cain’s, and they haven’t jerked each other off in a while, but I’m glad it’s a special occasion all for me.

“Come here,” Cain orders and I do.

I hitch myself up between them and press my tender tits to their open mouths through the fabric, knowing full well the calendar’s right. I feel it right through my body.

“You’re going to have to share these with more than just each other soon,” I whisper, holding them tight as they feast on me. I love how it makes them suck me harder. I love how they work each other’s dicks that little bit faster.

“Let’s do it,” Brian moans around my tit. “Please, let’s do it now. I don’t want to waste any…”

It makes me smile.

They’re going to fuck me all night long, until they haven’t got anything left to give me, and hopefully, if fate be willing, they’ll give me a baby.

A beautiful baby for my dirty daddies.

I’m already soaking wet for them.

Already desperate to take them both.

Brian is guiding me over to Cain quite happily when Cain stops him. He twists me around and tells me to lay on my back with my knees up high.

I do it. Expecting him to take position between my spread thighs, but he doesn’t.

He takes position in my head instead and angles my face for his swollen cock.

“You saw her first,” he growls, and pushes his dick in my mouth as it drops wide open.

“Sorry?” Brian questions, pausing with the head of his dick so teasingly against my clit.

But Cain doesn’t answer him, he speaks to me instead.

“Be a good girl and take it nice and deep, sweetheart. Daddy Brian’s gonna put a baby in your belly.”

I groan around his dick. Oh fuck, how I groan around his dick.

“…And when you’ve pushed it out of that sweet little pussy of yours, Daddy Cain’s gonna give you one of his own.”

I always wanted to read every single one of those looks that pass between Cain and Brian, but this one is another that beats me.

“Take her,” Cain says, “and make sure you make it count.”

“I will,” Brian says. “Don’t you worry about that.”

He does make it count.

Hard and deep as I groan around Cain’s thick dick, listening to all his dirty words as he tells me what a good girl I am for my daddies and how they’re gonna make such good daddies for real.

And they will.

They’ll be the best daddies in the world.

I’m just glad I have them as my dirty daddies for a little while longer first.