Chapter 39
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
BELLAMY
"Holy fuck, baby." Mercer's eyes were wide as I waddled into the kitchen.
I offered him a glare. I was well aware that I had suddenly popped. I woke up earlier this week, and I was massive. I swear, every bone in my body struggled to get coordinated. And my feet? Well, I wasn't even sure if I had those anymore.
His hand came out as I tried to pass next to him, yanking me to his side, where he placed the sweetest of kisses against my neck. "I meant nothing by it, baby. You just grew overnight is all. It's hot as fuck."
"Everything to you three is hot as fuck," I groaned as I tried to pull away. I wasn't feeling very sexy at the moment. Yet these guys never failed to show me that I was, baby bump be damned. They found me attractive.
"How many weeks are we at now?" He leaned down and kissed my stomach, being ultra sweet to counteract just how grumpy I felt.
"Almost thirty-four." I rubbed a spot on my rib where I knew this child was pushing up against, making me so damn uncomfortable.
"How the hell did time pass like that?" He shook his head in disbelief before stepping away to flip the pancakes he was making.
"That's what I'm wondering, too," I huffed as I continued my journey to the fridge to grab some ice-cold orange juice. It was literally the only thing I had thought about all morning. All week, actually. I couldn't get enough. "How's your arm?"
He rolled his eyes and didn't even try to hide it. "Fine."
It had been a little over a month since they had come home from some sort of top-secret project. When they left, they had assured me it was nothing, not like I believed them with all the extra security around. But Mercer coming home with a bullet wound told me otherwise. I didn't push, though I wanted to. I knew they did something they deemed necessary. I just hated that it put their lives in danger.
But his arm was far worse than he made it seem. He came home, not wanting me to acknowledge his injury, so he distracted me with sex. But when it was over, and I was taking off his clothes so that I could force him into the bath, I couldn't believe how bad it really was.
Just a fucking graze?
No. That bullet went through his skin, and even to this moment, he still wouldn't admit it. The sleeve of his shirt was absolutely soaked in blood, his pants too. I don't know how he managed to not pass out from blood loss. It was probably sheer stubbornness that kept this man upright. So I washed it as much as I could, used a rag to scrub the grime off his body, before forcing some pills I found in the medicine cabinet down his throat. He bitched the whole time, but I knew that unless Ace or Adam showed up, there wasn't much more I could do. I was thankful that at least the meds worked fast, and when I woke the next day, they had talked him into stitches.
Pulling the carton of orange juice out of the fridge, I shook it, noting it was almost empty. I opted to forgo the glass and took a sip from the carton. "No pain?"
His nose scrunched as he looked at me. "You animal. No, I said it was fine."
"No redness, swelling, goop around the stitches?" I pushed.
"Jesus, you're as bad as Ace."
"We care." I shrugged before taking another sip.
"You know we have glasses," he pushed.
I held the remaining two sips out to him. "Want some?"
He looked absolutely disgusted. "Pass."
"Oh, so you can lick my?—"
He turned, spatula in hand, eyes heated. "I dare you to finish that statement, little girl."
I smirked. "Pussy, but can't drink after me on a carton of orange juice."
He stepped forward, placing his spatula on the countertop as he neared me. His fingers were rough as he grasped my hip, pulling me close to him. His voice was low as he spoke in my ear. "Your pussy is far sweeter than any orange juice would ever be. Your pussy is a complete meal in itself. Your pussy is so damn delicious that it's all I think about most days."
My body was already turning to jelly in his hands. "Hmm. So my pussy is the equivalent of orange juice to me."
"I don't want your back washed, four-day-old orange juice baby, not unless I can pour it over your skin and lick it off." He bit into my neck.
I shook the carton that I was now holding. Fuck. "I don't think there is enough for that."
"I can make do," he promised as his teeth nibbled up my neck, his tongue lavishing every place he bit.
"Pancakes burning," Adam announced as he stepped into the room.
"Fuck the pancakes," Mercer growled, holding on to me tighter.
"There are many things I'd like to fuck, and pancakes have never been one of them. I'd never yuck on someone's yum though." He placed a pile of paperwork down on the island. "But I need to remind you, you've got a meeting after breakfast. About some dock transactions."
I blinked a few times, looking at my husband as I bent to the side to see him past Mercer. "Did you... just make a joke?"
"Didn't know he had it in him, did you?" Mercer pulled away, grudgingly picking up the spatula to attempt to save the blackened disk of dough.
Adam's expression didn't change as he stared us down before he blinked, his voice dry as he announced, "Meeting, Mercer."
"I heard you," Mercer growled. "I’d just rather do what you're doing is all."
"Meet us after," Adam offered.
"What are you doing?" I asked, being nosey, even knowing they wouldn't tell me. They rarely did.
"Taking you shopping." Ace appeared, a smile plastered on his face. "You're looking fucking gorgeous today, Belle. Maybe we should skip shopping."
The carton fell to the ground. My squeals filled the kitchen. My body hummed with excitement as I rushed to Adam, throwing my arms around him. "Are you serious? Tell me Ace is serious!"
His arm came around me, his lips tilting up so subtly that if I wasn't watching him, I'd miss it. "I'm serious. The timing isn't ideal, as I'm sure you know, but I really wanted to take you shopping, as I promised, before the baby comes, and looking at you this past week only confirmed we're losing time."
I pulled back, my hand resting on my stomach. "I've gotten too fat."
"Fat?" Ace grabbed my hand and lifted it up before spinning me. "I don't see any fat on you. Besides, even if you did, haven’t we told you we like our women thick?"
I knew he was only trying to make me feel better, but I couldn't stop the smile that spread. "Are you coming with me, too?"
"Yep." Ace popped the p of his response as he leaned against the island. "You think we'd let you go alone?"
"I think even with you two, I'll have Max and Drew and probably four more, just to be safe."
"Eight," Adam replied, and when my eyes grew wide, he added, "But don't worry, they won't bother you. You won't know they're there."
He could say that with all the confidence he wanted, but now I knew they existed, I'd be looking for them. "Eight’s obsessive."
"He wanted fifteen," Mercer added as he pushed a plate of pancakes toward me. "Eat up, princess. Our girls need their fuel."
"I'm too excited to eat," I announced because damn, it had been months since I'd been shopping. Sure, I'd gone to their office a few times, and met Mimi, but anything so free as shopping was always out of the question. Apparently, men like them had enemies, and until the enemies were gone, they couldn't risk it. But I doubted their enemies just waited around for them to take their pregnant wife out for an ice cream cone and a stroll around the mall just so they could attack. Then again, maybe I was being selfish because I doubted, until Adam's wife was killed, he would ever have considered that to be a possibility.
"You will eat," all three of them said in unison. But it was Ace who added, "The stores aren't even open until ten."
I picked up a pancake, rolled it around a sausage, and took a bite. They all watched me, but it was Adam who judged, "No plate."
"Plates mean dishes, and doing dishes means time, and I want to leave."
Mercer handed me a plate over the countertop. "I'll do the dishes. And you're not even dressed to leave the house, little girl. You think we'd let you go shopping in a shirt that barely covers your ass?"
"Well, no. But..."
"Eat your food, slowly. I'm not Heimliching a sausage out of your throat. Then get dressed." Adam walked toward the coffee pot.
"Didn't seem to mind any sort of Heimliching last night when I was coaching her through swallowing your massive c?—"
"Mercer," Adam barked, but it was too late. My skin already burned at the memory, and my thighs were already squeezing together with the unquenched need.
"What?" Mercer smirked. "It happened."
"Except now look at her." Three sets of eyes looked at me, my body already flush with desire. "You know she's insatiable."
"Excuse me." It was true. But I would not let them say that. "Maybe you three are just old and can't keep up."
"Old?" Ace laughed. "Honey, we may have a good ten years on you, but we can keep up just fine."
"Really? You're looking a little tired, old man."
"Call me old man one more time, and I'll show you how tired I can be."
"Old. Man." His eyes burned as he stalked toward me, but I didn't retract my statement. I wanted it, wanted all they could offer me any way they could offer it. "What's wrong, old man? Can't handle the truth?"
Adam groaned. "We never can do things in a timely manner in this house."
"You said the stores open at ten," I pointed out.
"I only need fifteen," Ace groaned as his hand cupped the junction of my thigh, the material already wet from wanting them. "Twenty tops."
"Twenty minutes?" I taunted. "That seems like an old man's time frame."
"Really?" He silently chuckled as his teeth sunk into my neck. His voice was faint as he spoke against my skin. "That was the time I planned to give you two orgasms. But maybe... I should make it three."
God. My body was liquid lava at the thought of it. I challenged him still, knowing damn well what he was capable of. "I don't think you could do it."
"I guess we'll see, then." Then Ace dropped to the floor before me, his best friends watching, as he pulled down my panties, tossing them to the side before he lifted my leg over his shoulder, forcing my pussy to be completely exposed. Before I could argue further, his tongue was on me, his fingers inside of me, and he only proved to show me just what benefits could come with loving a man ten years your senior.
Three fucking times.