Chapter 9
Mason
Janey stands in the doorway of her little den, looking soft and worn out in her scrubs, glancing at the window and the darkness outside, and quietly says, “It’s late. You don’t have to drive back tonight… if you want to stay.”
Brookes and I don’t even pretend to hesitate.
It feels intimate and domesticated to climb the narrow stairs behind her. The things we’ve done together don’t wipe away the unfamiliarity that has filled the space between us over the past few weeks.
All I can think about is holding her. I keep wishing we’d found a way to convince her to meet up with us for that date. At least then, she’d know how much we wanted her before we found out about the baby. We’d be further along before finding out such a mind-bending piece of news.
But we are where we are. All we can do is continue to show her that, although we want an unconventional relationship with her, that won’t mean a lack of security. If anything, having two men is double the protection, double the provision, and double the commitment.
It isn’t going to be easy, but we’re committed to reaching her. It’s all I discussed with my brother on the long drive here.
Janey’s bedroom is smaller than I expected, neat, and feminine, with soft lavender walls, a delicate white iron bed frame draped in a floral quilt, and a little vase of fresh wildflowers on the nightstand.
She stands near the foot of the bed, arms hanging limply at her sides like she’s unsure what to do with her hands.
The exhaustion is still written across her face, but there’s more.
Nervousness. Anticipation. Maybe even a little relief that she isn’t alone tonight. At least, I hope that’s what it is.
I step closer first, slowly enough that she could object. “You sure about this, sweetheart? We can sleep on the floor downstairs. Hell, we can make the journey home if you’d rather we leave.”
Janey nods, then swallows. “I’m sure. I don’t want to be alone right now.”
Brookes closes the bedroom door with a soft click, then leans against it, arms folded across his chest. He doesn’t move any closer yet. He fixes his level, intense gaze on her like he’s memorizing everything he’s missed.
I know how he feels. She’s like water after a day digging holes for fence posts when my mouth feels like tumbleweed and my body is covered in dust and dirt.
Tonight, we’re both going to take care of her. Whatever she needs.
I reach out and brush a strand of hair behind her ear, letting my knuckles graze her cheek. “You’re tired. We’ll let you rest. Keep you warm and safe, okay?”
Her eyes flick between us, uncertain but darkening.
“You think I’m going to be able to sleep with you in my bed without…”
“Without what, sweetheart?” Brookes takes a step closer.
“It’s been two months,” she says softly.
“You missed us?” I ask.
“Yeah. Of course.”
“You should have called us, sweetheart. Believe me, we would have been more than happy to give you what you need.”
She closes her eyes and shakes her head, like she’s recalling all the reasons she gave for refusing our suggestion of a date.
She thought we were a terrible idea then, but now?
I push away the disappointment and rejection because what’s the point of dwelling on the past when the present and future are right here for the taking.
I smile and cup her cheek.
“If you want us to make you feel good, take your clothes off, darlin’. Slowly. Let Brookes see you.”
She hesitates only a second before her hands move to the hem of her scrub top. She pulls it over her head, revealing a simple white bra that makes my mouth go dry.
It’s been two months, but she’s been walking through my mind all that time. I can’t count the times I’ve thought about her and jacked off, but it’s always been a shallow version of the real thing.
The pants follow, sliding down her legs until she’s standing in her underwear, soft curves and smooth skin glowing in the lamplight. Her hands drop to her belly, cupping it protectively, and I can’t take my eyes off the soft bump there. She’s showing already?
Brookes makes a low sound of approval from his place by the door. “Look at her, Mason. So damn pretty.”
“She is,” I agree, stepping in closer. I run my hands down her sides, feeling the slight tremble in her body. I won’t touch her belly this time. I can’t until she tells me she’s mine and we’re going to be fathers. When I can do more than hope.
“Arms up.”
She obeys, lifting them so I can unhook her bra and let it fall away. Her breasts are fuller than I remember, with darker, rosy nipples. She’s already changing. I cup one gently, thumb brushing over her nipple until it tightens.
“So beautiful,” I murmur. “I didn’t know you’re starting to show what we did to you.”
Janey’s cheeks flush, but she doesn’t look away.
I hook my fingers into her panties and slide them down her legs, helping her step out. She’s completely bare now, soft and vulnerable in front of both of us.
“Get on the bed, sweetheart. On your back. Let me take care of your needs.”
She crawls onto the mattress and lies down, watching us with wide eyes. I strip off my shirt and jeans, leaving my boxers on for now, then climb onto the bed beside her. Brookes stays where he is, still fully dressed and watching, the way he likes.
I lean over her and kiss Janey slowly and deeply, tasting the tea and tiredness on her tongue. My hand slides down her body, cupping her breast, then drifting lower until my fingers brush between her legs. She’s already wet.
“Nice and slow tonight,” I whisper against her mouth. “Gonna take our time with you.”
I kiss my way down her body, caressing her neck, collarbone, and breasts, paying special attention to her nipples until she’s arching and making those soft little sounds I’ve been dreaming about.
When I settle between her thighs, I glance over at Brookes.
He has his cock in his hand and his eyes on the action.
“Watch how pretty she looks when she’s being eaten.”
Brookes’s jaw tightens, but he nods once, eyes never leaving her.
I spread her open with my thumbs and lick her slowly, savoring her taste. Janey gasps, one hand flying to my hair. I don’t rush. I lick and suck gently, teasing her clit with the flat of my tongue, sliding one blunt finger inside her when she starts to rock against my mouth.
“Look at him, Janey,” I murmur against her pussy. “Look at Brookes while I taste you. Look at how hard he is. Look at what you’re doing to him.”
Her head turns. Their eyes lock. Brookes watches every flicker of pleasure cross her face while I work her open with my mouth and fingers, bringing her right to the edge and then easing her back down.
And she gets a feast of him, jacking himself slowly, holding himself on the border of pleasure where he likes to be.
When Janey is trembling and whimpering my name, I crawl back up her body and settle between her thighs.
“You ready for me?” I ask, needing to be sure. She’s emotional and exhausted, and I’d never want to take advantage when she’s feeling low and uncertain.
“Yes.” Janey cups my face with both her hands and I close my eyes, lost in her tenderness. It wasn’t like this between us in the barn, but everything’s different now.
I push inside her in careful thrusts, groaning at how tight and warm she feels, breathing in the soft scent of lavender that lingers in her feminine room, and the warmth of her arms as she wraps them around me.
“Fuck… that’s it,” I breathe. “Take me, sweetheart. Nice and deep.”
Her eyes meet mine, and she pulls me to her for a slow kiss that feels like we’re melting into each other. Back when we were messaging and I told her we wanted to take her out, this is what I’d imagined at the end of the night. Sex that was softer and sweeter.
I keep the pace, rocking into her with long strokes while I kiss her neck and whisper praise against her skin.
“So good for us… so perfect… carrying our baby and still letting me have you like this…”
She lets out a broken sound in response, rolling her hips into me, chasing the pleasure she knows I can give her.
Brookes finally breaks, walking to the side of the bed, still dressed, and sitting on the edge. One big hand strokes Janey’s hair back from her face as he watches me fuck her.
“You’re taking my brother so well,” he murmurs, voice rough. You’re so beautiful like this. All relaxed and open.”
Janey moans, her hand reaching out to grip Brookes’s thigh, then his cock. The sight of her touching him while I’m buried inside her sends a hot spike of pleasure through me and a long groan through him.
I keep my thrusts controlled, so conscious of her body now. With my thumb on her clit, her breathing turns ragged.
When she finally comes, it’s with a moan, eyes closed, back arching, her walls fluttering around me as she gasps both our names. I follow right after, burying myself as deep as I can and spilling inside her with a low groan.
I remember what I said last time about breeding her. Does she remember too? Even though we unknowingly succeeded, it still feels powerful to fill and mark her with my cum. Now she’s pregnant, I feel territorial about her body, the need to claim and fill her even stronger.
For a long moment, the only sound is our breathing.
I stay inside her, kissing her softly while Brookes continues stroking her hair. Eventually, I pull out and kneel between her thighs, watching as my seed drips from her little hole.
Fuck. That’s so horny, I can barely breathe. I roll to her other side, bracketing her between us.
Brookes leans down and presses a slow kiss to her lips, then settles in behind her. She moans softly when his cock notches at her entrance and then slides inside.
“You’re not alone, Janey,” he murmurs. “Not ever, if you’ll have us.”
She doesn’t answer with words. Instead, she reaches for his hand, holding it tightly while she kisses me.
For weeks, I convinced myself that Janey was a woman of my past. She’d made it clear that we were a one-night fling to her.
But now?
Now, she’s between us, letting us love her, and it makes me want to hope that this can be more.
When Brookes gets closer to finishing, he turns her so she's in his arms, and his body stretches out over hers. She looks so small beneath him, but she grips him tightly with her thighs and uses her hand to urge him into more powerful thrusts.
“Janey, baby,” he growls as she arches into another orgasm, and he finishes close behind.
We know how to do this. We know how to take her apart and show her the pleasure she’s obviously been craving.
But we need to talk more. We need to show her that what's between us is a whole lot bigger than lust and duty.
We need this woman—tired, pregnant, and braver than she knows—to let us back in.
One night was never going to be enough.
The future’s unknown but we’ll keep working in the present to show her the life we can offer.
We keep her safe between us, falling asleep with the scent of her shampoo tickling my nose, and a kernel of new hope nestled in my chest.