Chapter 40
Chapter forty
Abigail
Ican feel them behind me.
Four sets of footsteps.
Four steady presences.
Four men who would follow me anywhere without question.
I reach the top of the stairs and slow, letting my fingers trail along the banister before walking down the hall toward my room. There’s no rush in my movements. No frantic energy. Just a burning desire for us all to be one.
By the time I reach my bedroom door, my pulse beats fast in anticipation. Pushing it open, I step inside and move toward the center of the room before finally turning to face them.
I’m wearing soft denim overalls that hug the gentle curve of my stomach.
The straps sit loose on my shoulders, the front dipping low enough to show the white blouse underneath—light, airy, the sleeves puffed and brushing against my arms. The shorts of the overalls hit mid-thigh, leaving my legs bare.
It’s simple. Nothing flashy. Nothing that should make my pulse race the way it is right now.
But the way their eyes drag over me as they enter my room… it feels like I’m wearing something far more sexy.
I don’t move toward them as their stares rake over my body.
I let them come to me.
Lifting my chin slightly, I meet each of their gazes head-on. “You’d think I have thousand-dollar lingerie on with the way you’re all staring at me.”
Beau huffs out a quiet laugh. “Can you blame us, Darlin’?”
“This is even better,” Jasper mutters, eyes still dragging slowly over me. “Cheeks pink. Barefoot. Our baby in your belly. Chest heaving—desperate to be fucked.”
The way he says that word has me fighting to clench my thighs together.
“You look like ours,” Lincoln finishes.
Lawson doesn’t say anything. He just watches.
Always watching.
My lips curve just slightly before I take a step forward into the center of the room.
Owning the room.
Owning the moment.
“I have been waiting all day for it,” I admit softly.
Lawson’s eyes narrow, and his lips tip up in a grin as he slowly undoes the button of his tan button-up. I’m torn between wanting to stare at the way his fingers move and drinking up the delicious look on his face. “That so, Abigail?”
“Mhm,” I hum. I take another step toward them. Close enough now that I can reach them.
And this time, I do.
Lifting my hand, I brush my fingers lightly over Lawson’s now bare chest, then I slide across to Beau, then Lincoln, then Jasper—reacquainting myself with the way their breath feels beneath my hands.
“You all went out there today,” I say quietly. “Handled everything. Took care of it all… so I didn’t have to.”
No one interrupts.
No one jokes.
They just let me speak.
My fingers run along the chain around Jasper’s neck before I let go and step back just enough to look at them again. “And now…” I continue, my voice softening. “Now you’re all here. With me. Where you belong.”
Beau clenches his jaw as he exhales a ragged breath through his nose before speaking. “Right where we want to be.”
“Good,” I murmur.
Before any of them can react, I reach for Beau, fisting the front of his shirt and pulling him down into a searing kiss.
His surprise lasts all of half a second before his hands find my hips, gripping tight—but I don’t let him take over.
Not yet. I own the kiss, like he owns me.
When my tongue drags along the seam of his lips, he exhales sharply and opens for me without hesitation.
And god… Beau kisses me like he’s been starving.
The second I give him even an inch, his grip tightens, one hand sliding higher along my waist as his mouth moves against mine with more weight, more need.
A low sound rumbles in his chest, vibrating straight through me.
Blindly, I reach to my right and fist Lincoln’s tie. I break my kiss with Beau—smiling inwardly at his groan of disapproval—and tug Lincoln closer. He moves without resistance, eyes locked firmly on mine.
“I like this look on you,” I say as I slowly loosen his tie.
“The suit works for you, huh?”
“On you.” I pull the tie free and toss it onto the bed behind me. “Absolutely.”
Linc groans in response, and I rise onto my toes to kiss him, too.
It’s different from my kiss with Beau. Slower.
Rougher. I like that I get this side of him.
The side that takes what he wants with no remorse.
The one that lets every wall down until all I see is a man who feels everything just as deeply as I do.
My fingers curl into the front of his shirt as I hold him there for a moment longer, savoring the way he kisses me. He holds nothing back as he takes my bottom lip between his teeth, and I groan into his mouth at the spark of pain.
Before I can lose myself in him completely, I pull back just enough to catch my breath.
That’s when I feel that one of them has moved behind me.
When I look down to find a strong arm decorated in inked chrysanthemums and pansies, I know it’s my Jas.
He spins me to face him—Lincoln’s hands still lingering at my waist—and a slow, crooked smile tugs at his mouth. “Hey, Red,” he murmurs.
I don’t answer him. Instead, I reach up, sliding my fingers through the long hair at the nape of his neck and pull him down to me.
Kissing Jasper is different. He kisses me like he feels everything all at once, like he doesn’t know how to hold anything back, even if he tried.
My lips move against his, savoring every taste, every moan.
And when he exhales softly against my mouth, his hand settling warm and sure at my waist just above Lincoln’s, I feel the heat of his kiss all the way down to my bones.
I brush my thumb along his jaw for a brief second before I slowly turn in their hold.
Lawson hasn’t moved, still standing exactly where I left him. His expression is calm and controlled… but his eyes give him away. They’re dark. Focused. And locked entirely on me.
Jasper and Lincoln let me go willingly, and my pulse stutters as I step toward him.
Reaching for him slowly, my fingers slide up his bare torso. When I graze the tip of my finger along the brand tattooed on his chest, then down and across his nipple, he lets out a barely audible hiss. “Awfully quiet over here, cowboy.”
“Just watchin’ you,” he replies. “Tryin’ to decide if we should let you keep runnin’ the show.”
My lips curve. “Maybe you should.”
“Dangerous game, Honey.”
“Maybe,” I whisper. “But I think you like it.”
A beat passes before his hand comes up to cup the side of my neck—holding me exactly where he wants me. “I do,” he admits quietly, and then his mouth is on mine.
Lawson’s kiss isn’t rushed or wild. It’s controlled and intentional. Like everything he does. But it steals the breath from my lungs all the same. Because when Lawson kisses me, it’s not about taking, it’s about claiming. And it makes my knees weak every damn time.
Reluctantly, I pull my lips from his and take a small step back.
If a stare had the power to undress me, the way he’s looking at me right now would do it. But no matter—I’m about to do it for him.
Reaching up, I undo the clasps of my overalls and let them fall to my feet before hooking my fingers into the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head—leaving me in a matching black lace balconette bra and thong.
Not exactly what I am dying to wear while pregnant, but the way they’re all looking at me right now makes it worth it.
Lawson shakes his head in disbelief as he looks at me. “Jesus, Abigail…”
Lincoln, Jasper, and Beau start to circle me, each of them reminding me how incredibly sexy they think I am… even in my rapidly changing body.
Once I feel each of them around me, I raise a brow in challenge at the man in front of me. “Tell me what you want, Lawson.”
He shrugs his shirt the rest of the way off—his chest heaving. “I want whatever you’re willing to give me, Honey. Anything.”
“Good,” I reply, then I drop to my knees in front of him.
“So damn perfect,” Lincoln murmurs beside me, his hand coming up to stroke gently through my hair.
With steady fingers, I undo Lawson’s belt, then the button and zipper of his jeans.
He helps push them down, and once they’re out of the way, my hands slide up along the strong lines of his thighs.
My touch is slow and deliberate as I take him in, memorizing the way he tenses beneath my touch as I place a gentle kiss on the head of his cock—already eagerly dripping with precum.
On the other side of me, Beau leans down to whisper in my ear. “Put him in your mouth, Abbie. Be a good girl and gag on his cock.”
Something about hearing something so dirty come from my sweet Beau has wetness pooling between my thighs. And the feeling only builds when I wrap my hand around the base of Lawson’s cock and slide him into my mouth.
From behind, Jasper wraps my hair around his fist while Beau moves to a squat beside me, his fingers trail along the back of my arm—over my tattoo. The one that’s a constant reminder that I was always meant to find them.
I vaguely hear the sound of one of them unzipping their pants, but I’m too focused on Lawson. And when Beau reaches between my legs and drags his finger along the length of my pussy I can’t help but moan around Lawson’s cock.
“Fuck,” he growls, thrusting so he hits the back of my throat. I moan even louder.
I open my mouth as wide as I can. Jasper tightens his grip on my hair, and the sting at my roots combined with the slightly uncomfortable stretch of my cheeks is just the right amount of pain I needed. “Pretty sure Beau told you to gag on it, Red.”
I know I’m not in control anymore, and honestly, I can’t find it in me to care.
Lawson begins to fuck my face with purpose. His fingers tangle through the hair at the top of my head, he and Jasper keeping it steady as Beau leisurely trails his finger over my pussy.
“God,” Lawson moans, his pace slowing as he slides even deeper down my throat. Once he goes as far as my body will allow, I gag around him. “Just like that, Abigail.” He doesn’t give me much of a reprieve before he does it again.
Tears fall down my face, but Lawson’s quick to brush them away. And when I look up at him, he smiles approvingly. The look on his face is so much more tender than the way he’s using me.
I’m about to take him to the back of my throat again when Jasper pulls at my hair. I shriek at the sting, and Beau’s lips are back at the shell of my ear. “Tell us if it’s too much, Darlin’.”
“I’m okay,” I reply breathlessly.
“Good girl.” He nips at my earlobe before Jasper turns my head to the left. My eyes immediately find Lincoln’s cock—his hand wrapped around it as he strokes himself slowly. He wraps his free hand around my jaw, forcing my mouth to pop back open. “Open that pretty mouth for me, Sweetheart.”
I do as he says.
“You want my brother and I to fuck that pretty face of yours?”
“Yes, sir,” I reply softly.
Beau slides his finger beneath my panties and runs his finger through my folds. “So wet already.”
My eyes flutter shut for a moment as I start to feel the way my pussy throbs through my entire body.
“You better open that throat for me, Abbie.” That’s the only warning Lincoln gives before he slides his cock past my lips.
I’m not surprised when Lincoln starts fucking my face harder than his brother just was. I’m also not surprised at how good it feels for him to use me like this.
I start rocking back and forth against Beau’s hand, trying to get him to ease the ache between my legs. But he doesn’t. His touch is nothing more than light grazes over where I want him most
Lincoln lets out a low, drawn-out moan each time he hits the back of my throat, as the sounds of me gagging fills the room. He doesn’t stop. He knows if I needed it, I’d ask for a break.
He trusts me as much as I trust him.
Eventually, though, he pulls himself free. A string of saliva runs from my lips to the head of his cock. Only broken when I turn back to Lawson.
We continue like that for a while. Jasper holding my hair, directing me where I need to go.
Beau torturing me in the most delicious way, whispering words of praise in my ear.
All while I move between Lincoln and Lawson, bringing them to the edge and back, over and over again while I suck their cocks.
My lips are around Lincoln, when—in unison—Beau stands, Jasper lets go of my hair, and Lincoln picks me up off the floor. My legs wrap around his waist as he drags the pad of his thumb along my swollen bottom lip.
Feeling naughty, I bite at the tip of his thumb, and when he doesn’t pull it free, I bite down even harder.
Lincoln hisses in pain, but his eyes light with a fire that burns only for me. “My naughty girl.”
Lawson moves to stand behind me. He brushes my hair to one shoulder and begins kissing down the slope of my neck. And when he bites at my skin hard enough that I know there will be a mark, my mouth pops open on a moan—freeing Lincoln’s thumb.
I rock my hips against Lincoln’s stomach as Lawson does it once more. “Tell me, Abigail.” Another bite. “Think you can handle Linc and me at the same time?” Another bite.
Lincoln’s eyes dance between mine, and a slow smile spreads across his face. “I think our girl likes the sound of that, Law.”
“I—I…” My mind races as I try to come up with the right words.
“Don’t do that.” Lincoln’s stare softens. “Tell us what you want. Whatever it is, it’s yours.”
Fuck it.
“I… I want that. I want it so bad.”
“As long as we’re careful,” Lincoln clarifies, and I nod eagerly. “Then we take it slow,” Lawson replies, undoing the clasp of my bra. “You tell us if anything… and I mean anything… feels uncomfortable. If it does, we adjust. Okay?”
“Okay,” I answer softly.
Lincoln’s grip on my ass tightens, the tips of his fingers pressing hard enough to bruise, and I rock once more against him.
He lets out a ragged breath as my wetness—even through my panties—soaks his shirt.
He stares at me for a moment before he utters the three words that have become like a drug to me. “That’s our girl.”