Chapter 9 Klaus
KLAUS
Ihadn’t seen my hummingbird in far too long. Watching her move through the hotel suite as if she were afraid of the air had me on edge. I didn’t want her to be afraid. When I’d gotten word of what happened, I’d booked a flight from Chicago straight to Boston.
It was just as well. Stef was busy with his new family, and Levin was… Levin.
He knew I was with Rosalie. I didn’t even want to tell him because I knew he was close with the horsemen, but he vowed never to tell, and I believed he wouldn’t. I was sure not even the kings knew about it.
Getting Rosalie was a dream come true. I felt like my life now was what it was always meant to be, and I’d be damned if I let anyone screw it up.
I’d kill for my hummingbird.
I’d die for her.
I hope it didn’t come to that, but there was no way in hell I’d let whoever was behind this attack get away. They clearly didn’t know who the hell they were messing with.
They were about to learn, though.
“She’s sleeping,” Rosalie said, coming into the bedroom later that night. She’d gone and lay with Ellis and read to her until she fell asleep while Evan, Anson, and I waited in the bedroom.
I’d shared women with Matteo and Alessio before, but it was never like this. With a woman we all wanted to keep.
Rosalie belonged to all of us. At first, it was hard for me to share her that way, but now that I’d done it, I rather enjoyed it.
And I was damn sure she did.
I was grateful Anson had the idea to get one of the giant beds. I appreciated that he thought ahead. He reminded me of Matteo in many ways.
There was no way in hell we’d all be able to fit into a regular hotel bed.
Evan sat up from where he’d been lying and watched as Rosalie went into the bathroom.
“Shower,” he murmured.
“Dibs.” Anson was on his feet in moments and rushing to the bathroom, but Evan pushed him aside, both laughing, and went in before he could.
I watched the pair disappear into the bathroom as the shower turned on. I waited a moment before I went inside.
I found both of them kissing on her beneath the spray.
Without hesitation, I opened the glass doors and wordlessly lifted her over my shoulder and hauled her out.
“You fuck,” Anson swore at me as I took her straight to the bed and placed her in it.
She smirked up at me, soaking wet in so many delicious ways.
“Sorry. I’m greedy and impatient,” I said as I stripped my clothes away.
“I like that you are,” she replied as I moved to cover her small body with mine.
I pushed forward, my cock bare, and slipped through her wetness until her tight little pussy was hugging me in all the ways that could make me groan her name.
“Fuck,” I rasped, letting my eyelids flutter shut.
I hadn’t had sex in a long time. Nearly three months.
Three long goddamn months. Instead, I spent time jerking off to her video calls or watching with Evan during one of the conference video calls Anson would patch us through for.
We’d sit and pull our dicks, watching while Anson made love to her.
Anson, or Alessandro as I had always known him, didn’t know how lucky he was to be the one to be with her always.
As her manager, he was there every step of the way.
I had a business to run, several in fact, and Evan was busy with his writing career and caring for Ellis, although I did spend a lot of time with our daughter.
What I wouldn’t give to be a part of my hummingbird’s daily life, though. Sure, I got to have conversations on video calls, but if I had a yearning for her, I had to suffer through or book a flight to wherever she was for the moment.
I understood her need for freedom and a desire for her career, but I wish she didn’t have to be gone so much.
I’d never voiced these things to her. At the end of the day, all I wanted was her happiness, and if this made her happy, then I would throw myself deeper into work, in Ellis and Evan, and keep my mind busy as I waited for her.
She jutted her sexy as fuck hips up to meet my deep thrusts, her breath catching each time I hit the spot inside her that made her wild. I knew she wanted another baby. We’d all agreed to just go for it, and whoever got her pregnant didn’t matter.
I’d had two boys in my life, and I was fine with Anson and Evan winning this little race. I did know I’d gloat like a motherfucker if I won, though.
As it stood, it was likely Anson would win since he was with her more.
“There you go, pretty girl,” I murmured against her lips as she held my shoulders tightly. “Hold onto me, baby. Let me handle everything. Just spread your legs, so I can make you come.”
She moaned softly as I pistoned in and out of her. Within moments, she was trembling around me, her pussy hugging my cock so tightly I thought I was going to blow hard.
I knew Anson and Evan had come into the room and were watching. I was never a man who was good at sharing, but this felt right. I didn’t mind. In fact, I welcomed it. Maybe because I knew she loved us all deeply.
I lifted her easily as I went to my knees, my cock still buried deep inside her. Anson was quick to move behind her.
“You want two, baby?” Anson asked, his voice thick.
Her lashes fluttered. “Yes.”
I loved when we stuffed her this way.
Anson took his dick in hand and nudged against mine. I let out a grunt as he pushed his way in next to me, her body tense as she took both of us. None of us was small in that respect, so knowing she could handle it turned me on in so many ways.
Evan still had moments where he’d get nervous about us seeing his body.
Honestly, he’d covered it in so many tattoos that there wasn’t much to see these days.
His scars were covered in ink. He still wore his damn sunglasses all day, every day.
Even now, he had them on. I swore he slept in them most nights.
“Take off the glasses and join us,” I husked out.
“I’ll watch,” he said, taking a spot on the mattress and lying back.
I let him do what he wanted. I knew he loved Rosalie more than life itself. I felt bad about taking her away, but I could be a selfish prick, too, sometimes.
I fucked into her hard and fast with Anson, our cocks sliding against one another, before she let out a moan that I muffled by capturing her lips with mine. I didn’t waste any time letting loose with my orgasm.
The heat built within me before tearing me apart. I groaned against her lips, my cock twitching deep inside her as we held her between us.
“Fuck,” Anson hissed, coming with us, his muscles tensing as he buried his face in her neck.
We slowed our work on her.
“Mm, you look thoroughly fucked, my love,” I whispered as I brushed my lips against hers.
“I am,” she rasped, her voice trembling.
I chuckled at that before I pulled free from her body. My phone buzzed, and I sighed before getting off the bed and answering it. I took note that Anson had placed Rosalie on the bed at Evan’s side, and he was kissing her.
“Hello?” I said into the phone.
“Sir, Dante Church is outside the door. He wants to come inside.”
I sighed. Dante Church was a very dangerous man, but he loved the hell out of his sister. As much of a pain in the ass as he was, I was grateful he’d turned up.
“I’ll be out in a moment to unlock the doors,” I said before disconnecting the call.
“Dante?” Anson asked as the bed squeaked and Evan pulled Rosalie onto him.
I grunted. As much as I wanted to dive back in, I couldn’t. Evan deserved to have some alone time with her. He often just worked out, practiced martial arts, rode his motorcycle, or wrote while Ellis was at preschool or ballet. Trix handled a lot of that stuff so he could work from home.
I knew he missed Rosalie. She was his entire life.
“Yeah. I’ll go let him in,” I muttered, pulling on a pair of pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt.
“I’ll come with.” Anson quickly dressed before following me out of the room, leaving Evan to have his alone time with our girl.
It was the least I could do after stealing her from him in the shower.
I was a nice guy like that.