Chapter 34 #2
Cade breaks the kiss and moves lower, taking my left breast into his hot mouth. He sucks harder than Jax, more dominant, teeth grazing just enough to make me arch. His free hand rests heavy and possessive over the top of my belly, thumb stroking the curve in slow, claiming movements.
“So fucking perfect like this,” Cade growls against my wet skin. “Carrying our baby and dripping for us.”
Jax releases my nipple with a wet pop and looks up at me, eyes dark. “Been thinking about this for weeks. About tasting you while you’re like this. Heavy. Full. Ours.” He moves back to my breast, sucking harder, almost desperate.
Reeve doesn’t speak much. He just works. His fingers stroke that perfect spot inside me while his tongue flicks steadily against my clit. Every movement is exact, controlled, and devastating. When my thighs begin to tremble, he slides a third finger in and curls them deeper, never breaking rhythm.
I come hard, back arching off the pillows as pleasure rips through me. Cade and Jax hold me down gently, mouths still latched onto my breasts, sucking me through the orgasm while Reeve keeps his mouth on my pussy, drawing it out until I’m shaking and breathless.
They don’t stop.
Jax switches to my other breast while Cade moves up to kiss me again, swallowing my moans.
Reeve gentles his tongue for a moment, then starts building me right back up with slow, deliberate strokes.
Three sets of hands roam my body—stroking my belly, squeezing my thighs, rolling my sensitive nipples.
“You’re staying,” Jax murmurs against my breast before sucking again. “You’re choosing us. Say it again.”
“I’m choosing you,” I gasp. “All of you.”
Cade’s voice is low and rough near my ear. “Good. Because after Friday, there’s no more discussion. You belong to us. This body. This baby. This life.”
Reeve looks up from between my thighs, lips shiny. His gray eyes are dark but steady. “Let us show you what that means.” He rises and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
Cade and Jax help me shift carefully onto my left side. They stack more pillows behind my back and under my belly for support, keeping my stomach cradled and safe.
Cade settles behind me, his big body curving around mine. Jax moves in front of me. Reeve stays close on my right, his hands never leaving my skin.
Cade grips my top thigh and lifts it slightly, opening me. He lines himself up and pushes inside me in one slow, thick thrust. I moan loudly as he stretches me open. He’s deep and heavy, filling me completely while his chest presses against my back.
“Fuck,” he growls against my neck. “So wet and tight even while you’re carrying our baby.”
He starts to move in deep, controlled strokes that rock me steadily. Each thrust pushes me forward into Jax, who leans in and kisses me hard, tongue sliding against mine. His hand cups my heavy breast and squeezes while he swallows every sound I make.
Reeve reaches between us and finds my clit with perfect precision. His fingers circle steadily, matching Cade’s rhythm while his other hand rests protectively over the top of my belly.
They work together like they were built for this.
Cade fucks me with steady dominance, one arm banded under my breasts, holding me firmly against him. “This pussy is ours,” he says low in my ear. “Every inch of you. Say it.”
“It’s yours,” I moan.
Jax breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against mine, breathing hard. “You chose us. You’re staying. That’s all we needed.” He guides my hand to his cock, and I stroke him while he kisses down my neck and chest, sucking on my nipples again.
Reeve never stops touching my clit. His fingers are relentless, pressing exactly the right pressure while he watches my face. “You feel that?” he asks quietly. “Three of us focused on you. This is what permanent feels like.”
The pleasure builds fast and overwhelming. Cade’s deep thrusts, Reeve’s precise fingers, Jax’s mouth on my breasts—it’s too much and not enough at the same time. I come hard around Cade’s cock, crying out as my body shakes between them.
They don’t slow down.
Cade keeps fucking me through it, growling with every thrust. “Good girl. Come again for us.”
They shift me slightly. Jax moves closer and slides into my mouth. I take him eagerly, tasting him while Cade continues to claim my pussy with deep, possessive strokes. Reeve keeps working my clit and occasionally leans down to kiss my belly.
The room fills with wet sounds and low voices.
“Ours,” Jax groans as he slides between my lips. “Always ours.”
“Never letting go,” Cade adds, hips snapping harder but still careful of my belly. “This body. This baby. This woman. All ours.”
Reeve leans in and kisses me right below my ear while his fingers keep their perfect rhythm. “You belong here now. With us.”
I come a second time, harder than the first, moaning around Jax’s cock. The pleasure is so intense my vision blurs. Cade follows right after, burying himself deep and coming with a rough groan as he fills me.
Jax pulls out of my mouth and strokes himself fast, coming across my breasts with a low curse.
Reeve is last. He slides into me while Cade is still inside me for a few moments, then takes his place. His thrusts are measured and deep, eyes locked on mine the entire time. He comes quietly, but intensely, forehead pressed to mine, whispering “permanent” against my lips as he finishes.
We stay tangled together on the bed, bodies still pressed close.
Cade remains behind me, his chest to my back, one heavy arm draped over my side with his hand resting possessively on my belly.
Jax lies in front of me, forehead against mine, his hand slowly stroking the curve of my stomach.
Reeve is on my other side, fingers tracing lazy patterns across my hip while his eyes stay sharp even now.
The room is quiet except for our breathing.
The claiming was already finished before tonight. Tonight was just our bodies confirming what was already true. I am theirs. They’re going to war for it.
Reeve’s phone vibrates on the nightstand. He reaches over without hesitation and checks the screen. His expression doesn’t change.
“Ghost just sent the final route confirmation for Friday,” he says. “The east wing elevator override is still holding, but we need to run one more timing check at oh-four-hundred.”
Cade’s hand tightens slightly on my belly. “Set it up.”
Jax exhales against my hair. “We move at first light tomorrow for the final dry run.”
The operational pressure is already pressing back in.