CHAPTER 10
My skin is too fucking tight on my body and not just because my belly is growing. It’s so much more than that. I try and adjust the giant pregnancy pillow Lark insisted was necessary, but it’s not helping. It’s helped every other night I’ve used it.
Okay, that’s only partially true. It’s helped my body be more comfortable, but it never did a damn thing for my racing mind, which is a huge factor in why I can’t go to sleep. Knowing my men are just in the other room sacked out on the biggest air mattress they could find at the last minute is really fucking with me.
They’re so damn close, but they’re not right here with me.
I want them here with me.
Why the hell did I tell them I wanted space? It was the stupidest thing I could have told them, even though I was convinced it was the ‘right’ and ‘smart’ thing to do when I said it. Who the hell needs right? What’s so great about being smart?
My nipples tingle and my pussy clenches while I barely bite back a groan of need and annoyance. I haven’t been horny in three months, no matter what I tried. I really thought I was broken to the point I asked my OB/GYN about it. I glared when she got an amused little smile on her face and gently suggested it could be psychological.
This is pure fucking torture.
How am I supposed to survive this? Don’t they feel my need for them? Am I really going to have to go to them and get some damn relief?
I’ve missed them so much and now they’re here. They knew where I was the entire time, and it doesn’t surprise me to know they kept an eye on me as much as they could. It warms my heart to know they didn’t forget about me.
No, they were biding their time until they could come to me and offer me more than I had allowed myself to want from them.
I know I did the responsible thing by telling them I needed to think about their offer to go back to New Orleans with them so we could be a family. But as far as the club is concerned, I’m already their old lady. I could refuse them, but I don’t want to.
I want to trust them. I want to go. I want to be a family with the only men I’ve ever loved.
They love me. Not only did they say it, but I could see it in their eyes. I didn’t find the courage to tell them I feel the same way.
Maybe that means I’m not ready and I shouldn’t dive into anything with them headfirst.
I don’t fucking know, but I do know I can’t continue to lay in this bed like my men aren’t in the house with me and like my pussy isn’t begging to be filled. I need one of them. Or all of them. I don’t really care at this point.
Desperation claws at my insides and I’m up and out of my bed with far more gracefulness than I’ve shown in a while. I still have some months left in this pregnancy and I have no doubt I’m going to get even bigger, but that doesn’t mean having this beachball on the front of my body hasn’t been a challenge.
I’ll never take standing up without a careful plan and some leverage for granted again.
I look down at the maternity nightgown I have on. It’s a floral print I would have never chosen if comfort wasn’t my only concern. As it is, it’s soft as hell and there’s plenty of room for me to grow in it.
I sigh because it’s not the pretty lacy things my men are used to seeing me in. I shouldn’t care, but I do as insecurities try and wrestle away my courage.
Then my pussy aches and I’m reminded about how dire the situation is. Can someone die from not having an orgasm? I don’t know and today is not the day I want to find out.
I peek out of my bedroom door like a cat burglar even though it’s my fucking house and listen for a moment. It’s quiet, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything.
I don’t want to wake them, but I also want to fuck.
What’s a girl to do?
I gently pad down the hallway and when I’m standing in front of the guest room, I hear quiet murmurings that have my heart starting to race. I should knock, but desperation brought on by pregnancy hormones will not wait on manners.
I swing the door open and my thighs clench together at the sight in front of me. Bedlam is sitting against one of the walls while facing the giant air mattress where Scope and Viper are both lounging. That would be sexy enough, but all three of them are only wearing boxer briefs.
Fucking yum.
Bedlam jumps up from his position, being able to do it with a lot more grace as the other men bobble a little on the mattress while they try to stand up. His voice is full of concern as his eyebrows pull together, “Are you okay, Cherub?”
I nod rapidly and lie through my teeth because I’m distracted by all the muscles, tattoos, and man on display, “I’m fine.”
Am I drooling? I wouldn’t be surprised.
“Then what’s going on?” He grips my shoulders gently as his eyes move down my body.
Even though it’s useless, I try and cover myself, my voice rising to almost a shrill place, “Don’t look at me. This isn’t sexy at all.”
By now, Scope and Viper are standing as well and approaching me with predatory intent. It sends a shiver down my spine as my pussy floods with evidence of my need. It’s been a long fucking time. Too long.
“We disagree, Heather,” Scope’s voice is a gentle rasp that has my eyes sliding closed.
“I’ve never seen anything sexier than our woman carrying our child,” Viper’s voice is full of honesty and heat.
I roll my eyes, my voice full of sass, “Viper, this is basically a sack.”
Viper’s back straightens and he growls, “You will always call me Gray. I’m never Viper to you unless we’re at a club function.”
I blink at him as Poe and Zach agree with the sentiment and instruct me to always call them by their names unless we’re at a club thing. I can only nod with wide eyes. They told me they claimed me, but for some reason it didn’t entirely sink in.
Not using their road names is special. It’s not a privilege anyone else will be given. Well, except for our children, I suppose.
Gray brushes my hair away from my face before his fingers brush against my cheek and along my jaw. “Now with that out of the way, why did you come in here, Cherub? Do you need something?”
“No?” My squeaked reply comes out more like a question than an answer and I try and spin around to run back to my room.
Poe won’t let me though, his fingers tightening on my shoulders and holding me in place. Zach moves around my body, his large hands touching me as he does. He presses his front to my back and runs the tip of his nose up my neck.
“Are you needy, Heather?” Zach’s voice is a caress that sends a shiver down my spine. “I was doing some research on pregnancies,” his words have me looking over my shoulder at him with surprise, “and I read that pregnant women can be insatiable.”
“I haven’t been,” I admit quietly. They stare at me, their eyes intent and focused. The way they’re looking at me has me wanting to spill all my secrets. “I thought I might have been broken because I haven’t been horny at all. I didn’t even want to touch myself. I had no interest.” I grumble, “My OB/GYN thought it might have been psychological.”
The smile Poe gives me is sinful as fuck and makes my nipples pebble. The next thing I know I’m up and he’s holding me against his chest. He strides out of the room they’re sharing and back to my room where I’m gently deposited on the bed. My men surround me while looking down at me like I’m the prey that their predators can’t wait to sink their teeth into.
Poe tilts his head to the side slightly and I know what he’s going to ask before he opens his mouth. I point toward the jewelry box on the top of the dresser, “It’s in there. I didn’t think a real estate office was the appropriate place to wear it and I couldn’t put it on often because it made me miss the three of you too much.”
Understanding softens his features and I expect him to go and get the collar they gave me that night at Club Sin, but he doesn’t. Instead, he sinks to his knees as Zach and Gray step back and start to strip. Poe’s hands are gentle as he strips my nightgown from my body while placing gentle kisses all me with a focus on my pregnant belly.
The care he’s showing me has goosebumps covering my skin and a shiver rolling along my spine. They have always shown me care, but this is a little different. Deeper? I’m not sure how to describe it, but it’s more. So much fucking more.
When I’m naked, Zach climbs onto the bed next to me and gently pushes me back, his hands joining the touch party that is currently happening. Gray slides on the other side of me and they work together to reposition me toward the middle of the bed. Poe crawls between my legs after pushing his boxers down and off his body.
My eyes bounce around at my men because there’s just so much good stuff to look at. My voice hitches, “I missed you. So much.”
Poe’s hands move over my legs, soothing me and turning me on even more, his eyes are glued to where my pussy is weeping for him, for them. “We missed you, Cherub,” he rasps, “and we’re going to show you how much.”
My back arches and I cry out as Zach and Gray both latch onto a nipple. They tease me, playing with my already sensitive peaks. It feels like I’m already on the edge and ready to fall over.
“So fucking beautiful,” Poe breathes as he pushes two fingers inside my pussy.
“Please,” I beg, “I need you inside me. It’s been too long. I need,” I practically sob the words, hoping they understand the garble coming from me, hoping they need me just as much as I need them.
Zach pops off my nipple and murmurs against my skin, “We’ve got you, Heather.”
My body relaxes and my mind blanks as I give myself over to them. I might not know what the future holds, but I know I can trust them with my body. I always did.
“Cherub,” Poe’s voice has me snapping my eyes open, the look of satisfaction on his face, even before he’s inside of me, has my heart pounding in my chest. “You need to know none of us have been with anyone since you’ve been gone. We were always going to find you. You’re the only one for us.”
My mouth opens and closes as I search for words. “I haven’t,” I start to tell him I haven’t been with anyone either, but my tongue is too thick in my mouth.
It doesn’t matter what I was going to say because Poe slams inside of me in one quick thrust. It steals my breath and, combined with the way Zach and Gray are playing with my nipples, has me orgasming right away. I can hardly breathe as Poe positions my legs over his thighs as he sits back on his heels. He grips my hips and lifts my lower half off the bed as he swirls his hips with his cock deep inside me.
“Fuck, yes, Heather,” he grunts. “There is nothing like having your pussy squeezing me and begging for my cum.”
I moan his name, or maybe it’s just one long word that’s all their names. I have no idea because I feel drunk on the feeling of being full of him. My body is overstimulated, but there’s a peace sheltered inside the sensation. The peace of being home again.
As Poe starts to move, I’m lost in the feeling of being surrounded by my men. They have owned me from the moment I met them, and I willingly gave myself over to them. Even when I was sad, even when I didn’t think I could keep them, I never regretted it.
Now they’re here and telling me we can have everything we want, and we can have it together.
My hands reach for them as Poe fucks me hard while Zach and Gray hold me in place. I moan and try to wiggle my hips to meet the way Poe is punching his hips forward, but the way I’m being held doesn’t allow it. Why is that so fucking hot?
My eyes move over my men, taking in their bodies and looking into their eyes. Fuck, I’ve miss them. My heart soars as pleasure coils inside of me, tighter and tighter, getting ready to explode.
Gray slides a hand down my body and over my baby bump, caressing it for a moment before he continues down until he’s teasing my mound. When he circles my clit, I’m fucking done for. Everything inside of me releases, my orgasm feeling like an explosion that has no beginning and no end.
I gasp and writhe against the bed and I have no idea if I’m trying to get closer to the pleasure because I crave it, or away because it’s too much. My vision goes hazy as lights flash around me, but the only thing that matters is how fucking good it feels.
When Poe hunches his body over my belly and kisses me, I taste relief and love on his tongue. He murmurs something against my lips, but there is no way for me to understand his words right now. Not when he has scrambled my brain and made my body mush.
I melt into the bed below, my eyes sliding closed as pure bliss settles around me. My words are slurred as I murmur, “I just need to close my eyes and then I want Gray and Zach to fuck me.”
I feel kisses against the side of my head and all over my body. I feel hands caress my skin. I feel warmth envelope me.
Then I slip off into dreamland knowing I’ll wake up and not be sad anymore, not feel so lost.
They came for me, and I couldn’t be more grateful.