Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
ADAM
My eyes opened to a low moan that escaped Ace. I willed myself not to turn my head, to give them privacy, even though, in a bed with the four of us, privacy was the last thing they deserved. Still, I failed. I turned to the side, taking in the view of my gorgeous wife as her body moved up and down, pleasuring my best friend.
The smile that tugged at my lips was impossible to hold back. It had been a long fucking time since I'd felt this content, and this girl, woman, treasure, had brought it to me on the day her doe eyes looked up at me at the altar of the church, surrounded by the dead, practically begging me without words to rescue her from whatever fate was surely her destiny. Only now, she was our destiny. She was ours, and each one of us would have to be dead for her to part from us.
On their other side, Mercer stretched his arms up before rolling to a sitting position. He leaned over, stealing her lips and devouring her mouth as she panted. When he pulled away, a lazy grin toyed on his lips. "Good morning, gorgeous."
Last night was our official first night sharing a room, but we got little sleep. Our girl had worked us to exhaustion, her pussy and mouth squeezing every ounce of cum from us before she passed out in a pile of tangled limbs. But it seemed that wasn't enough because the sun was barely cresting the horizon, and already, she was bringing Ace to the brink of heaven.
Her hand traveled up her body, cupping her full breasts and squeezing. I was fucking mesmerized. Everything about her was perfection, always has been. But watching her body grow, her shape form, had been such an honor. An honor I'd never thought I'd get the privilege of enjoying again after I lost Elizabeth. The pang of longing hit me, but it wasn't as intense as it once was. Instead, it was a brief sorrow at the loss of someone I loved, instead of the all-consuming pain that once would drag me down.
I reached a hand out, resting against the firm curve of her abdomen, and her eyes locked on mine. She didn't slow her pace, instead rose and fell faster as she drove Ace mad. His hands gripped her thighs; his fingers clung so tight that her delicately plump skin indented, and he gritted his teeth, trying to remain composed. He wouldn't last much longer. I knew with her tight body squeezing around my cock, I never did.
"You look so fucking beautiful," I praised, and one of her hands left her breast, traveling down so that it covered my hand. Then she pushed it lower, forcing a hand between her thighs so that my fingers rubbed over her clit. Little minx knew exactly what she wanted, and she'd never have to ask more than once. We'd all give it to her.
My finger pressed against the bundle of nerves, and she gasped, her head tilting back, her eyes closing as she ground down against Ace's body, trapping my hand between them. I started off slowly, rubbing circles with two fingers, even as she gasped and begged for more. It wasn't until Mercer's hand joined mine that she fell apart. Her body trembled as she cried out, her fingers digging into Ace's chest so tightly that I knew he'd wear a badge of pride from her nails cresting into his flesh. Ace's orgasm followed hers, his hips bucking upward, his back arching as he chased his release.
When they were both depleted, their bodies limp and sweaty, I leaned over and kissed her shoulder. "I heard you were going to get donuts this morning? That is, unless you don't want donuts and you'd rather stay in bed all day. It's a tough job, but I volunteer to give you all the orgasms your hungry, greedy, little body needs, wife."
Her lips tilted up lazily in her post orgasmic haze. "Such a sacrifice, you martyr."
I nuzzled against her. "I wouldn't call myself a martyr. But I wouldn't object to being a god."
Her chest rumbled in silent laughter. "Be my god and let me worship you."
Mercer cleared his throat. "Donuts. Focus. Mimi is expecting us."
Ace groaned before flinging his arm over his eyes. "I would rather stay here."
"That's because you've got a naked queen on top of your body while the rest of us are deprived," Mercer grumbled. "Get up."
"You're hardly deprived." Belle leaned her body toward Mercer, capturing his lips for a moment, before pulling away and leaning in for another quick peck. "If I recall, you had your share well into the morning."
"Yes, but I could never get enough." Mercer shot her his most charming smile, though I doubted it was going to work. Not when the mention of donuts was involved in this morning's plans.
Belle patted Ace's chest. "Let me go. I want donuts."
Another groan escaped Ace, but he released her as I stood. "I'll get your shower ready."
Her eyes lit up before her cheeks reddened. "I was too busy taking off the layers of clothes y'all wore last night; I forgot to explore the bathroom."
"Well," I leaned my palms on the mattress to kiss her forehead, "you're in for a treat then."
I disappeared through the bathroom door, heading straight for the shower, which was big enough to fit all our bodies and then some. At some point, I knew it would need to fit all the kids I planned to fill this house with, but for now, I planned to have lots of dirty shower sex in every position I could with my wife.
I set the water to stream from every angle, making sure the pressure wasn't too intense, knowing that her body was probably sore and sensitive after all the ways we'd taken her last night. When I was satisfied with the water, I took out a few towels and placed some body wash and shampoo on the shelf. Then I went back to collect my girl.
Despite her objections that she could walk, I wouldn't allow it. I scooped her off the mattress and cradled her to my chest. When I reached the shower, I lowered her gently, loving the way her arms tightened around my neck. She objected, but I didn't care, and by the time Ace and Mercer joined us, I already had soap lathered over her body and hair.
She moaned as I messaged her scalp with the tips of my fingers. "A girl could get used to this treatment."
"Baby, say the word and you'll never bathe yourself again," Mercer muttered as he leaned into her, resting his head against her forehead.
"Word," she whispered.
"Never again," he promised, leaning in for a kiss. "I'll sever my arm before I let you shower alone."
"That's..." Her nose wrinkled adorably. "Gruesome."
"It's the life you married into." I laughed, bringing the shower head to her scalp and washing off the conditioner.
"I guess I'm into that, considering I've got three very bad men." She tilted her head back, closing her eyes as I rinsed.
"Very bad men?" Ace laughed. "Sweetheart, that's the best you could come up with?"
"It's true, is it not?" Her beautiful eyes locked on his, and for a moment, I swear he was mesmerized and trapped in her pull.
"It's true," I confessed. "But I prefer vicious, brutal, ferocious... as opposed to very bad."
"One and the same." She picked up a loofah and lathered it with soap before she ran it over Mercer's body. Fuck, it was impossible to not have my dick as hard as steel if this was going to be my view every day for the rest of my life.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and smacked the perfect globe of her ass. "I'll show you one and the same."
Then we spent the next hour showing her just how vicious, brutal, and ferocious men like us could really be.
It was late morning when we made it to Mimi's donut shop. Belle was practically bouncing on her heels with excitement that she got to come, and I knew she didn't mean to, but it made me feel awful. We kept her so closed up in that house, but fuck, all I wanted was her safety. Without her safe, without her in my life, I doubt I'd be able to survive again.
The bell on the door jingled as we entered. The elder lady instantly looked up, joy taking over her face. "My boys."
"Hi Mimi." I raised a hand, doing a half wave before placing it back in the pocket of my slacks.
"I can't believe you boys kept her away this long." She narrowed her gaze at me. "Especially you, Adam."
"Good to see you, too." I laughed at the old woman's wrath.
She pushed past a swinging door, heading straight for Belle, her arms wide until she reached Belle's side, then pulled her in for a hug, nearly smashing my tiny little wife against Mimi's larger body. "Look at you. You're even more beautiful in person."
"Careful, Mimi." Mercer scowled, though there was no anger behind it. "I don't want you to squish our daughter."
Mimi's eyes instantly filled with tears. "A girl. Bless your heart. You all are in for trouble."
Belle, who until now seemed to be in a state of shock, shook out of it and placed her hand on her stomach. "I think these guys need some trouble."
Mimi laughed. "They don't know what they are in for."
"If she's anything like her mother, I think we've got an idea," I confirmed.
"I'm so happy my boys have found you," she gushed, and I should have known Mimi wouldn't have judged our situation. She'd wanted nothing but happiness for us. That had never been a secret. When Elizabeth died, she felt her loss like we did, deep and to her core, and she mourned along with us in her own way. Mimi leaned into Belle, whispering, though I heard every word. "They were so lost."
I hated that she saw that, that she knew the truth about us. But she was right. We were lost, and we were just being found. For the first time in years, I was looking to the future, and I was looking forward to it. It no longer brought me dread or panic; only curiosity and warmth filled me over the prospect.
Without hesitation, Belle leaned into Mimi and whispered her own words back. "They saved me too."
Saved.
Is that what she had done to us? Maybe I'd never thought of it that way, but now I knew it to be true. Belle saved our lives. She brought us the joy we'd missed, encouraged us to live again. We were disconnected, even from each other, and now? Now we were an unbreakable unit, flowing and functioning as one.
"I've been asking Mercer to bring you, and he hasn't for so long I thought I'd never meet you." Mimi shot him a glare, made to shame him, though Mercer never had shame. He offered the old woman a wink instead.
"Mimi," Mercer sighed, then rolled his eyes. "She's pregnant. We can't just take her anywhere we please."
"Looks like you can now," she pointed out.
"It's complicated, Mimi," Ace offered.
"And you." She leaned in, pinching Ace's cheek, causing Belle to giggle. "You think you can get away with making excuses for him?"
Ace held his hand up in surrender. "No ma'am. He's a selfish being for keeping her to himself."
"Exactly," Mimi agreed, and Belle, she was loving this, loving us being accountable to someone other than ourselves.
"Why am I being drilled, anyway?" Mercer whined. “She wears Adam's ring.”
"Because Adam is a busy boy." I smirked, knowing we all were equally busy. "But you have no excuse."
"Mimi…" Mercer tried.
"Don't Mimi me. I expected more from you. My first grandchild, and you've held her away this long." Mimi's brows furrowed. "I won't have it any longer, Mercer."
He sighed. "Yes, Mimi."
I loved this lady like she was our actual blood. Sure, we hadn't known her as long as Mercer had. But damn it, she'd accepted us more than anyone ever had. Maybe it was because she never had children of her own and taking us under her wing and feeding us donuts whenever she could made her feel like she was doing good for us. And she was. We'd forever be grateful for her and the little things she'd done for us.
"So, grandbaby, huh?" I wrapped my arm around her shoulders.
"Are you questioning me?"
"No, ma'am." I shook my head vigorously. There was no way I'd question or challenge anything this lady said. "I think…" I met Belle's gaze for a moment, "that our girl would love to have a grandma in her life."
I'd never seen Mimi smile so widely. "Good, then it's settled." She wiped her hands on her apron. "Now, what type of donut can I feed you? You know what, darling. Take them all. These boys can be hearty eaters, and I know they won't object to the selection."
The elderly lady, the one who our child would be lucky enough to call grandma, began loading two of each flavor into the box, and as I watched, I couldn't help but think about how fucking lucky I was. If only I realized how sacred the gift of luck could be.