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  CINNAMON TOAST

  AND SEX

  An erotic interlude with the characters of

  SLOW FIRES

  Sarah Black

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  This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations some readers may find objectionable (ménage).

  Cinnamon Toast and Sex

  Sarah Black

  This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Copyright © March 2007 by Sarah Black

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  Russ stuck his head in the bedroom door. “How about cinnamon toast? That’s light.”

  Mia shook her head. “I’m not hungry, Russ. You two go ahead and eat if you want some breakfast.”

  “I could make you French toast. Or we’ve got leftover soup. Want me to heat you some of that chicken noodle we had for supper last night?”

  Mia shook her head again. “Maybe I’ll have some soup later. I’m just not hungry, Russ.”

  Kevin was lying behind her on the bed, his arm wrapped around her enormous belly. He held his palm against the spot where a tiny foot had moved moments before. “You’re turning down cinnamon toast? Russ, she only turns down cinnamon toast when she’s hungry for sex. But you’ll have to wait, Mia. I’m not moving until I feel a baby kick. Either one of them, or both. I know they’re in there.”

  Mia laughed. “Yeah, I know they’re in there, too. Or I swallowed an elephant by mistake.”

  “Could you drink some coffee, Mia?”

  She smiled up at him. Russ had been fussing for days. Mia thought the time for the babies to come must be getting near, and he was nesting. She had already noticed he was laying in food -- the freezer was filled with rump roasts and chickens. “Thanks, Russ. That sounds perfect. I’ll even roll over and sit up for some coffee. Let’s see.” She reached for her belly, stroked Kevin’s hand absently. “Can I have it in the copper-red mug? The one from the last reduction firing?”

  Kevin’s breath was blowing warm on her neck. “Russ, some women crave pickles and ice cream when they’re pregnant. How’d we find one who craves Thai dumplings and pottery?”

  Russ sat down on the edge of the bed. “Lucky, I guess.” He brushed Mia’s hair from her eyes, then leaned in for a kiss. “Just ignore me. I know I’m acting like a fool.” His soft beard tickled her chin, and she smiled against his mouth. Russ’s beard was an erotic experience all on its own, and it was attached to one of the sexiest men Mia had ever known. The other sexiest man was snuggled up against her ass, his silky blond hair spilling over her shoulder, hand pressed gently against her pregnant belly.

  Russ brought back the coffee, climbed into bed with them and leaned against the headboard, watching Kevin. “Anything yet?”

  Kevin shook his head. “Maybe we should give her the high-test coffee. That’ll get the babies moving.”

  “We agreed on decaf. She can’t drink regular until the babies are finished nursing. What do you call that when they finish?”

  Mia rolled her eyes. “Weaned.” Not a drop of real coffee since the pink line had appeared on the home pregnancy test. “Kevin, are you gonna let me up?”

  “Give me a minute more. The coffee’s still too hot to drink.”

  Russ sipped from his cup. “Yum. Mine isn’t too hot. Mia, he just wants to snuggle up against your ass, rub his hands all over your belly. This ‘feeling the baby kick’ thing is a ploy.”

  Mia wriggled back against Kevin, and he pressed closer to her. His long cock stirred against her skin, filling and reaching for her. “Yeah, I think you’re right. I can feel that ploy now.”

  “It’s involuntary! I can’t control my dick, not this close to you.” He looked up and grinned. “Or this close to Russ. Russ, give her a sip, just to hold her off. I’m not ready to move.”

  Russ held the coffee cup to Mia’s mouth, and she rubbed her bottom lip against the delicate edge. The glaze was a deep, rich, copper-red, dark as blood over the white porcelain clay. They had been experimenting with reduction glazes in the anagama kiln all summer.

  She swallowed the coffee, felt the warmth slide down her throat, travel down into her belly. Kevin was moving against her now. Hunger stirred in her chest, anticipation and desire moving against her skin.

  “Okay, you were right about what I was hungry for. I only turn down cinnamon toast for sex. Help me, Russ.”

  Russ put his coffee cup down, wrapped his big arms around her shoulders and Mia rolled over to her hands and knees. Kevin rolled with her, his arms moving around her belly. He was on his knees behind her, his cock sliding against the dampness between her legs. Russ slid down on the pillow until he could reach for her. He held her face in his hands, his fingers rough with calluses. “You’re so beautiful, Mia. Have we told you today?”

  Kevin groaned behind her, plunged into her body. “This is okay, Mia?” His hands were shaking, holding her thighs, and he pulled out as slowly and gently as he could. “Baby, that didn’t hurt?”

  She looked down into Russ’s soft brown eyes, dark now with erotic pleasure. “Of course not, Kevin. Tell him he won’t hurt me, Russ. Or the babies.”

  “She’s okay, Kev,” Russ said, his fingers tracing the lines on her face. Kevin was moving deep inside her again, his pubic hair silky and rough against the skin of her ass. “She loves this, Kevin. You should see her face. Her cheeks have turned this pretty pink color -- you know, like they get when she gets turned on. And her lips are just aching for a kiss.” Russ traced a finger over her mouth. “You won’t hurt her, Kevin. She loves it when you’re in deep. When you start fucking her hard.”

  Kevin moved faster now, the groans forced out of his throat with each thrust, and Mia could feel sensation start to sweep over her skin, sticky-sweet and hot and unbearably erotic. Her vagina was heavy and wet and beginning a slow throb, pulsing faster and faster until it was beating with her heart, gathering itself up. She leaned forward and kissed Russ, smiling underneath her on the pillow. When his mouth opened, and he touched the tip of his tongue against hers, she came, a great lovely spasm from deep within her sex. Russ reached for her, slid his hands into her hair. Kevin was helpless behind her, feeling her pleasure wrap around his cock stronger and harder, and he shouted, exploded into her, his arms still holding her belly like it contained everything that was most precious in the world.

  They were all three still, then Russ moved his hands down, joined Kevin’s hands on her b
elly. The spasm came again, an orgasm of pleasure and pain. Mia bit down on her bottom lip.

  “Whoa!” Kevin was peeking around her back, looking down. “What was that?”

  “That would be a contraction,” Mia said. “Okay, everybody off.”

  “Oh, my God! Did I do it? What did I do?” Kevin’s voice was frantic.

  Russ gave her belly a little rub. “One of us did it, big guy. Or maybe both.”

  “Okay, everybody stay calm. We’ve got a plan. Let’s stick to the plan.” Kevin climbed off the bed, started rooting around in the bottom of the antique oak wardrobe. “I’ve got the suitcase. Russ, get the keys. Let’s go. We need to go.”

  Mia crawled over Russ, picked up the coffee cup. It was still warm, thank goodness. “I’m going nowhere until I’ve had my coffee.” She looked over at her two men, Russ as huge and hairy as a bear, lying in the pillows grinning at her, relaxed for the first time in eight months, it seemed, and Kevin, slender and beautiful, a face like an angel. Like an angel about to have a panic attack.

  “I’m okay,” she said, her voice gentle. Kevin stopped and looked at her, and she could see his love pass over his face, fierce and wild, love for her and Russ and their babies and their life.

  “I’m not going to panic,” he said. “I’ve been going over what we need to do. I promise you can count on me, Mia.”

  “I know I can count on you.” She turned to Russ. “And you, too. I’ve never doubted you for a minute.” She walked over to Kevin and wrapped her fingers around his cock, which was still a little sticky. “Why don’t you put some clothes on before we go to the hospital?”

  Two Weeks Later

  Mia woke up alone in their bed, drowsy and warm, her breasts aching and damp with milk. She rolled over and watched them, her family. Kevin and Russ were sitting in rocking chairs next to the bed, and each had a tiny baby girl on his chest. The babies were fussy, feet and hands flailing around, and Mia grinned when she saw baby Rebecca grab a fistful of Russ’s chest hair and yank.

  Rebecca had enormous brown eyes and a single brown curl on the top of her head, and the temperament of a wolverine when she was hungry. Rachel looked like a tiny angel, blue eyes and white-blonde hair, her face more gentle and lovely than anything Mia had ever seen. She was the sweetest of babies, most of the time. Right now she screwed up her face and howled in outrage, right into Kevin’s left ear.

  “Rachel sounds like a baby werewolf,” Kevin said. Rebecca still had a fistful of chest hair, and Russ peeled her fingers open one at a time. When she was detached, Russ and Kevin looked at each other, then switched babies, passing them over like a couple of squalling, flailing footballs.

  Tiny Rachel buried her wet face over Russ’s heart with a hysterical hiccup and a sigh, and Rebecca closed her fist in Kevin’s long blond hair, and collapsed on his shoulder with a quavering wail of exhaustion.

  Russ reached across the space that separated them. Kevin took his hand, and Mia smiled at them and closed her eyes.

  Sarah Black

  I grew up in a Navy family and have lived all over the country. In fact, I still love moving around and seeing new places. My other great love is books, both reading and writing them. From childhood, I’ve always been happiest curling up somewhere and diving into a good book.

  Good stories are everywhere, and some of the most interesting come from the quietest, most unassuming people. I started writing because I love to tell a good story, almost as much as I love to hear a good story.

  Visit my website at www.sarahblack.net or email me at [email protected].

  To read more about the characters and their world, check out Slow Fires by Sarah Black:

  Mia loved the solitude, the emptiness and quiet of Navajo country, but her loneliness made her feel as if her heart was encased in ice. She could feel her art becoming sterile. Her desire still burned bright, though, the desire for men to love and a life of meaning, full of passion and art.

  Kevin and Russ brought kilns for her school art studio. Friendship, and then sexual passion bloomed between them, as unexpected and beautiful as desert flowers after the rain, and as fragile. Russ is strong and quiet as the mountains, and the big wood-fired Noborigama kilns respond to his touch as a master. Beautiful and wild, Kevin is an artist for the ages. With Russ’s fire and Mia’s intuitive understanding of the sensuous beauty of the human body, their art begins to make joyous leaps, their passion turns to love, and the eyes of the world begin to turn their way.

  The world has expectations, rules, laws. What’s right? What’s immoral? The cost of turning your back on society can be harsh. The eyes watching them are cold and bitter and judgmental. Mia and Russ and Kevin find themselves under attack from all sides, and can they save the life they’ve built?

  Slow Fires contains a bonus short story called “Alligators & Orgasms.”

  Publisher’s Note: Slow Fires contains content that may be offensive to some readers: homoerotic sexual situations, ménage (m/m/f), and mild violence.

  Slow Fires is available at Loose Id®

  http://www.loose-id.com/detail.aspx?ID=394

 

 

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