Double Trouble

Dreamy Dylan - BONUS SCENE

If you stumbled upon this book by accident… I’m happy to have you! This book is bonus material for another book I wrote, but if you’re just looking for a short story about a hot threesome, feel free to read without reading my other books first. Not all the little details will make sense, but the sex will still be hot!

This chapter corresponds with chapter 42 in the Inkitt book “Dreamy Dylan”. The bonus scene is 5 parts long, and a whopping 11.000 words! The bonus scene switches between Thomas’ and Tracy’s POV and it shows the Valentine’s Day threesome with Fleur.

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#1 Just like old times

Tracy’s POV

“Hey babe.” Thomas just came home from a client meeting, smelling like cigars and scotch.

“Who’s your new client? An 80-year-old posh guy?” I wince when he kisses me, my pregnant body not being so happy with his current odor. “You need a shower.”

“Says the woman covered in baby puke.” He doesn’t truly mind, though. He knows I’m only complaining because I’m tired and nauseous. It’s not as bad as it was a couple of weeks ago though. Second trimester is coming soon, and I can already feel the shift. It was the same with Alex and Teagan, and the little baby Scout in my belly won’t be any different. First trimester is tiring as fuck, second trimester is a rollercoaster of emotions with lots of horniness, and the third trimester is the toughest of all with barely any sleep and lots of backpains.

Thomas leaves to check on the kids who I put to bed half an hour ago, and I silently pray he’ll take a shower after. I’d love a cuddle on the couch, but I can’t stomach that terrible smell. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and make my way to the couch. No, the dishes aren’t done yet, and the room is a mess, but I can’t be bothered right now.

Time to check my messages. Dylan sent me a gazillion memes, Mila asked me to pick the sexiest pic out of three for her website, and Delilah shared ten pictures of her baby girl Rey. I start replying, but my eyelids grow heavy. So heavy…

“Hey.” Thom’s soft voice wakes me up, and I groan when he sits down behind me, helping me settle comfortably between his legs. “My little sleepyhead.” His lips press against my temple, and then he rests his cheek on top of my head.

“Hmph,” I grumble, already feeling nausea coming on.

“Ginger ale and saltine crackers on the coffee table,” Thom says softly.

God, I love that man. I take a small bite of a cracker and down some ginger ale. It’s the only thing that will settle my stomach these days. Thomas massages my shoulders until I relax again, snuggling up against him. “You’re so good to me.”

He laughs softly. “You are growing a human inside of you for the third time in little over three years. The least I can do is give you some crackers.” He hands me my phone. “This was lying on the floor when I got here. Thank God we’ve got fluffy rugs everywhere because of Dylan, or you’d have cracked your screen again.”

I open up my messages, seeing I’ve got a new one from Fleur. We met a week ago through Mila, and we’ve been in touch ever since. She’s young and sweet, struggling to put herself out there again. She’s got her first date in months tomorrow with a guy she met online, and she’s trying to decide on an outfit.

“Tell her the purple shirt looks best,” Thom says, shamelessly reading along. We don’t have secrets for each other, ever. We’ve got each other’s passwords to every single device in this house, including our phones and laptops. Not that we ever snoop, but we trust each other so much that we don’t feel the need to keep anything private. I guess that kind of comes with having an open relationship. Many people think it just means having sex with others, but for us it means more than that. Our communication is always open, about sex, but also about everything else in our lives. That’s the way we work.

Once I’ve told Fleur what outfit looks best, I put my phone away and munch on another cracker while I watch the show Thom put on TV. It’s just some silly sitcom, but I don’t care. I’m perfectly happy lying here in his arms, relaxing after a long and tiring day.

“Hi there little Scout,” Thomas murmurs as he rubs my small baby bump.

“Baby can’t hear you yet,” I yawn.

“I know.” He pokes my belly gently. “I just like saying hi to our youngest child. Some women might find that cute.”

“It’s hella cute, but also quite ridiculous.”

It doesn’t take long before Thom’s hands drift up to my breasts, squeezing them gently. I shift, not in the mood at all. My breasts are a little sore. I’m happy to have a third baby, but the first trimester is never fun for me.

“Sorry.” Thomas moves his hands back to my belly.

“No, I’m sorry.” I put my hands over his. “It’s not you. I just… I don’t think I can even get remotely wet right now. First thirteen weeks of pregnancy are not sexy.”

“I know, baby, but just because you don’t feel sexy doesn’t mean I don’t still want you.” His cock pressing against my ass is proof of that. “The second you hit that second trimester horniness like you did with Alex and Teagan, I’ll be all over you.”

The thought doesn’t get me hot at all. The thought of having sex right now… Ugh, just no. First and third trimester are like that for me. Only times in my whole entire life I don’t want to jump Thom’s bones every waking second.

“Did you just shudder?” Thomas laughs. “Wow, there goes my erection. Good God, woman, way to make me feel unwanted.”

I smack his arm. “You should know better by now. Just be patient, I’ll be all over you soon enough.”

“I’ve got all the time in the world, baby. Not going anywhere.” He sounds so sweet I almost tear up. “Never going anywhere.”

“Me neither.”

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Like I predicted, I get horny as fuck the second the first trimester is over. My body is like clockwork when it comes to sex, I guess. One day, I am exhausted, nauseous, and so tired I could cry, and the next I am blowing Thomas in my small office in the veterinarian clinic, getting it on in between surgeries.

“Fuuuuck,” he grunts, grabbing my hair. “Deeper, baby.”

I take him as far as I possibly can, his groans getting me so hot that I could come just from blowing him. I move my hand between my legs, rubbing myself through my clothes. I moan around him, already on the edge. With a curse, he comes in my mouth, filling me up so much I gag.

“Get up,” he orders the second I’m done swallowing. With his pants still around his ankles, he yanks me to my feet and unbuttons my pants. He doesn’t even get them off or anything. Instead, he shoves his hand inside and roughly strokes my clit. That’s all I need. One minute. Sixty seconds. That’s all it takes for me to come all over his hand.

“I love the second trimester,” he murmurs before kissing me softly. “And I love you even more.”

“Hmm…” I’m still high from my orgasm.

“Tracy?” Delilah calls from the hallway. “Mrs. Fester and her poodle are here!”

Fuck. Duty calls. Thom and I quickly try to look like we weren’t just making each other come. He gives me one last kiss, rubs my belly to say hi to little Scout, and then he’s off.

I’ll be over him again tonight. No doubt about it.

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Thomas’ POV

I’ve barely got time to close the front door behind me, and I’ve already got a woman in sexy lingerie jumping on me. Not just any woman, of course. My woman. My crazy, horny, pregnant wife who has been texting me sexy pictures all day long. It was torture getting through all those stupid client meetings and then a dinner with an old client wanting to thank me and Dylan.

“Kids?” I can’t help but ask, my hands on Tracy’s ass.

“Sound asleep.” She kisses my neck, grinding against me. “Fuck me, Thom.”

Seriously, she truly doesn’t need any form of foreplay these days. “Here?” I ask, getting a wicked idea. “Up against the front door? Like old times?”

Of course, if it truly was like old times, we wouldn’t be married. That time against the front door was way back when she was still with Michel, and she had just asked me to have a threesome with the two of them. Still, I often think back on that time fondly. It was one of the hottest nights ever, despite it being totally wrong. She and I just always had that intense sexual connection, as well as an emotional one. There’s no beating sex with Tracy.

Except maybe sex with Tracy and someone else. It’s been a while since our last time inviting a third person into the bedroom. That thought makes me even harder, and I spin us around so her back is up against the wall.

“Yes,” she moans. “Please, Thom, please. I need you.”

Just like that time before we were officially together, she’s wet and ready for me. I can feel it through all our clothes, her lust for me radiating through her body. I kiss her like I want to consume her, and she responds in kind, her teeth sinking into my lip so hard she almost draws blood. I hastily unbutton my pants and free my rock-hard erection. Next move is to slide that lacy black thong to the side, and then…

“Yes,” she moans when I push into her dripping wet cunt. “Make me come, Thom. I need it so badly.”

“I know you do, baby.” I pick up the pace right away, causing her back to slam against the door again and again. I pray to all the gods that may or may not be listening that the kids won’t wake up from the way I’m making their mother scream my name. Just like back in the day, I clamp a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.

Her tongue flicks over my palm, making me laugh. Only Tracy has ever been able to make me laugh and fuck at the same time. She’s the strangest woman ever, and I am here for it. All the way. I’ve been all in with her from the start, before I was even ready to admit it to myself, and I’m still all the way in now that she’s pregnant with our third baby.

“Remember our last threesome?” I whisper in Tracy’s ear, knowing just what she needs to push her over the edge. “With that girl from the club? Who ate you out while I fucked your mouth?”

She convulses around me, and I pound her even harder. As I keep whispering dirty memories in her ear about all the racy things we’ve done since we met, she reaches her peak. The second she does, I’m gone for too. With a feral grunt, I unload myself inside of her, my legs trembling.

“Holy fuck,” she mutters when I put her back down on her feet. “Oh, I need to sit down.”

I laugh when she slides to the floor in her sexy lingerie, her hand resting protectively on her belly. She looks utterly sated. I hastily fix my clothes before bending down to pick her up so I can carry her upstairs. After undressing her and tucking her in, I go check on the kids. Alex is up, playing with his trains quite loudly, so I give him the stink eye and try to make him go back to sleep. Twenty minutes later, he’s finally back in bed. Not asleep, but not making a fuss anymore either.

Of course, Tracy is snoring like a maniac by the time I’m done showering and ready to crawl into bed as well. Right when I slip underneath the covers, Teagan starts to cry. I’m too damn tired to get him back to sleep in his own crib, so I take him to the master bedroom with me. We swore we’d never co-sleep with the kids, but it doesn’t work that way when you’ve got two. When Teagan is awake, he wakes Alex up, and Alex is hell on wheels some nights, so when I’m exhausted, I don’t give a shit about our principles.

That’s how I end up waking up the next morning with Teagan on my chest, Alex diagonally between me and Tracy, his feet in my face, and my lovely wife still out cold, her snores so loud it’s a miracle I slept at all.

Still, I can’t help but smile when Alex wakes up and starts jumping on the bed while Teagan gives me sloppy kisses. Tracy wakes up with a curse, grabbing Alex by his legs and tackling him so he has to stop jumping. She’s all grumpy, and still completely naked, but that’s nothing new in our house. Alex has seen both of us naked so many times he doesn’t even seem to notice.

What he does notice is that Tracy has a baby bump now. He pokes it, frowning. “That’s the baby?”

Tracy laughs. “Yes, that’s the baby.”

Alex looks over at Teagan and sighs deeply, like he’s trying to say that he thinks we don’t need another baby. He’s wrong. We definitely need another baby. It will be our last, so I’m trying to enjoy every single second of this pregnancy. Especially the second trimester. Horny Tracy is much more fun than nauseous Tracy. I love all sides of my wife, but I’m not gonna lie. Hot sex against the front door beats feeding her saltine crackers. No doubt about it.