Chapter 32
Skye
T oday, after three days, I’m finally going to be discharged from the hospital. Because of my pregnancy and the trauma of the kidnap, the doctors wanted to keep me in longer than Drifter and Veronica for checkups. Drifter was released on the same day, being bigger, stronger, and in the smoke for less time, his injuries were superficial—that is the physical ones. I know the psychological harm of the fire will haunt him for a long time. Veronica left yesterday, headed back east to be with her family, we hugged goodbye and promised to keep in touch. If you’d told me I would form a friendship with Veronica a week ago I’d have told you that you were crazy. It just goes to show you can’t predict what the future holds.
Despite being cooped up in the hospital, I feel like I’m on cloud nine. I’m alive, my babies—babies! I still can’t believe that I’m having twins—are growing well, and I’m completely and utterly in love with four incredible men. Men who would die for me. Who risked their lives to save me. And the best part is, they love me back.
The police arrested Bill on the same day of the rescue. With the recording of his conversation with Brute and all of the information the Angels of Havoc and their PI had uncovered, alongside all of our statements, there was more than enough evidence to arrest him. I doubt he’ll ever see sunlight again. As we expected, he was at a campaign event out of town while I was being kidnapped. The perfect watertight alibi. An event that was conveniently on the Mexican border, should he need to flee. Thankfully, the police apprehended him before he could escape. I hope he rots in hell for his crimes.
Mom and Ethan were interviewed at length and released without suspicion of any involvement. As soon as she could, Mom came to see me. It was a difficult reunion, filled with tears and apologies on my mom’s part and some resentment and anger on mine for her refusal to see Bill for who he really was. But I can’t stay mad at her forever. Even I didn’t know the extent of Bill’s evilness. We talked for hours, and she listened without judgment. Mom is heartbroken and blames herself. She says Ethan wants to see me, to apologize for his treatment of me, and to assure me he had no part in his father’s schemes. But I’m not ready yet. It will take a long time, but I hope we will move past it and rebuild our relationship.
For now, though, my focus is on my men and our babies. They’re on their way to take me back to the club now where all of the members are waiting to welcome me back. I can’t wait to start living our lives together as one big family, albeit an unconventional one.
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Hours later, I’m finally alone with my men. It was so good to see everyone again and they all embraced me with open arms as if I’d never left, as though I’m one of them again. But as lovely as it was to see Tammy, Diesel, and the others, I’ve been desperate to properly reconcile with my men.
It seems they feel the same way as Angel leads the way into the office, grabbing my hand and pulling me behind him while the others quickly get to work opening up the playroom for us all. The second we’re inside and the door shut behind us, Angel turns to face me, pulling me close into a deep kiss. He towers over me, so I have to stand on tiptoe, my head tilted back fully. His one arm snakes around my waist, pulling me in close, while the other buries in my hair. He kisses me like a drowning man, and I return his kiss as eagerly. When we finally pull away, panting and lips bruised, each of my men kisses me as fully and as deeply as the last, passing me between them.
Each one removes an item of clothing from me, until by the time I’m in Gunner’s arms, I’m left only in my panties. Gunner lifts me off the floor, wrapping my legs around his waist, and holding me tightly. I can’t believe that, just a short while ago, he couldn’t stand to be touched. Now it seems like all he wants to do is touch me, explore every inch of my skin. I’m still careful to move slowly and surely, to not touch him too frequently, aware that a setback could trigger him.
He carries me over to the bed, laying me down gently. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks, his gaze falling on my stomach. It’s still reasonably flat, or as flat as it ever was, not even the tiniest change of my stomach belies the lives growing inside.
“It won’t hurt the babies?” Drifter asks, looking equally concerned.
“No, it won’t,” I promise, “And if you think I’m waiting nearly nine months till I can have sex with you all again, you’ve got another thing coming!” I declare staunchly, pulling off my panties.
Buzz chuckles, eyeing me hungrily. “You heard the lady, I say we give her what she wants.”
They each remove their clothing, and my eyes hungrily explore their bodies again. Seeing them with new eyes as if for the first time. They’re all in peak physical condition, gorgeous, and deadly in different ways. Each one fulfills a different need and desire, both physically and emotionally. My gaze falls on their cocks, each one already standing to attention, excited just by the sight of my nakedness and I feel like a goddess. I know they’re about to worship my body like one.
They surround me, so in synch now it’s like dancing as they each take turns to pleasure me, licking and exploring every inch of my body as I do the same to theirs. Until we become one, moving together and losing ourselves in pure ecstasy. Although it’s been too long since we were last together like this, none of us are in a rush. I straddle and ride each of my men in turn, claiming them and bringing us both to climax each time.
It was always more than just sex—and I know some naysayers will scorn me for using this cliché, but tonight it feels as though we are making love. Being with all four of these men is as natural as breathing. I would die for them, and I love all four with equal passion for different reasons. They complete me, both sexually and emotionally. And with that thought running through my mind, I submit completely to their love. The most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced trembles through my body, an orchestra reaching crescendo, and yet for us, this isn’t the final piece. It’s just the opening act.