Runaway Love

I had just come home from a therapy session for my knee, and I felt the need to pump. I rushed through the shower and moved to the nursery where I had set up my pumping equipment. I paused at the door, silently watching Sean rock Adalyn back and forth in the glider. It was hard to believe that four months had passed, and we had found our new normal.

A smile grew on my face. Nothing made my day better than watching Oliver or him with the girls. My men were able to get our girls to laugh, and smile. They calmed them when they cried. There was no question watching them if they were the girls' fathers. The love on their faces spoke it all. I felt a tear fall down my cheek. I wiped it away and limped to the other glider to pump.

Sean's face brightened when I grabbed the pump. His face fell when he took in my limp. It was considerably better, but there was the very real possibility I wouldn't walk without a limp again. I rolled my eyes at him and brushed him off with my hand, I was growing tired of the looks. He stood, and gently placed the sleeping Adalyn down in her crib. He approached me, with a dark look in his eyes.

"You know what helps with letdowns, don't you?" He asked, kneeling in front of me.

"Hmmm..seeing as you tell me every time you see me pump, I'm going to humor your and tell you no," I said laughing.

"Orgasms, lots and lots of orgasms." He said, smiling, leaning in to claim my mouth.

"Let me be babe, I feel like they are going to burst. I'll humor your desires after I deflate my boobs." I said, sighing as I felt the pump trigger a letdown and give me a small amount of relief.

Twenty minutes later, Sean was still camped at my feet, leaning against my legs as I bagged the milk I'd pumped. I placed it in the mini-fridge under the changing table and put my clothes back on.

"Don't bother," Sean said, scooping me up and carrying me to the master bedroom. "You won't need those for what I'm about to do to you." He said, a dark smile covering his face.

He quickly stripped me of my clothes, positioned me at the edge of the bed, and dropped to his knees between my legs. His mouth had just found my core when Oliver entered the bedroom, his face lighting up.

"I could get used to coming home to see this every day." He said, lending over me and kissing me before making his way down my chest to my breasts.

His mouth found my nipples and he gently bit on one, before sucking it hard into his mouth. He moaned as he pulled away.

"I never thought I'd have a thing for lactating women, but I do. Or at least one lactating woman." He winked.

He stepped away and pulled his shirt over his head, before dropping his pants to the floor. He climbed on the bed and positioned himself at my mouth. I had just taken him into my mouth when his phone started ringing. I started to pull back, but he held my head in place.

"Ignore it." He said with his eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed.

I pulled him deeper into my mouth and continued, when his phone stopped ringing, only to start again. He sighed and pulled out, leaning down and pulling out his ringing phone. "This better be fucking important." He growled into the phone, standing at the edge of the bed.

Suddenly his form went still. Then he grabbed his pants and started pulling them on, tapping Sean to get ready too. I sat and pulled my own clothes back on. He sat on the bed and sighed. "We'll be right there." He hung up and dropped his phone to the floor. He released a sigh and looked up to Sean and me. "Sarah's missing."