Chapter 27
Ihad a lot in common with a yacht that had run aground as I laid out beside the pool the following day. Regardless, I felt more carefree than I had in months. Something in me had relaxed once I could see the babies, their unique little faces, and know they were okay.
I wasn’t sure why them being boys had freaked everyone out so much, but if Demke was wrong and they weren’t the future Fates, then I was ecstatic. Hell, I’d be thrilled if they were just ordinary kids, mortal with no divine calling. Not Demigods, or Oracles, or any other mystical thing. That this had all been a giant misunderstanding. I would even take the huge blank spot about their parentage and go back to just assuming it was some random hookup in a gross club bathroom.
I was clutching at straws, but until I had confirmation, I was going to live in hope that they would have normal lives, where the most aggravating thing that would ever happen to them was people repeatedly saying, “Oh, gosh, you’re triplets!” for the rest of their lives. And where no one tried to kill them with Greek monsters.
I mean, there was one surefire way of finding out, but I wasn’t going to fuck a guy who hated me just to get a little peace of mind. Not yet, anyway.
My pale skin tended to burn pretty easily, so I rotated on the sunbed like a rotisserie chicken, trying not to cook one side too much.
“Have you been in yet?”
I looked up at Milo, who was standing so his handsome face was silhouetted by the sun. My heart thudded in my chest as I looked at him, a completely ridiculous response.
I shook my head. “I was worried I wouldn’t be able to haul myself back out again.” And that I’d sink like a rock to the bottom with all this extra weight. It was an old-school pool that was essentially just a hole in the ground, equally deep all the way around, with small ladders on all four sides to climb out.
Except I had this fear that I wouldn’t be able to heft my stomach all the way back up the ladder and I’d be stuck in there forever.
Milo threw back his head and laughed, the mid-morning light making his sun-kissed hair glow like a halo. “I’ll come in with you, if you like. You look overheated.”
I hesitated, but only briefly. The water did look amazing, and I could almost viscerally imagine what it would be like to float weightlessly. It was too tempting to ignore, much like the man in front of me.
Seeing me strain to sit up in a poor imitation of a crunch, Milo took pity on me and helped me to my feet. Walking backwards, he balanced precariously on the edge before letting himself fall backwards into the deep blue water, the splash coming out like a wave. It splashed right up to my thighs, and I let out a girlish squeal that I hadn’t even known I possessed as I danced away.
Popping back up out of the water, he looked like a merman, and my breath caught in my throat. God, he was so fucking beautiful.
“The water is perfect,” he laughed, and I gave him the stink-eye for soaking me. I was in a tiny bikini that hadn’t always been tiny. My boobs were huge. Like, freaking massive. I’d only ever dreamed of tits like this, and if I could run, I’d be a little worried that they’d fly right out of this top and I’d flash the entire household.
Milo swam over to the edge of the pool, looking up at me like temptation personified. “Come in, Little Bird. I’ll catch you if you jump.”
There was no way I was jumping in the water—I’d end up drowning us both. Instead, I sat on the edge and then gently fell forwards, turning onto my back immediately.
The bliss… It was something else. My body felt weightless for the first time in so long, and I couldn’t hold back a contented sigh. I’d always been a little ass-heavy, and the extra weight in my torso wanted to drag me down, but Milo was there, his hand resting softly beneath my spine, even though the salt water was keeping me buoyant.
“This feels so good,” I moaned, and he slowly moved us toward one of the built-in seats along the side. He boosted himself up onto the seat, then just sat there, his long arm holding me up, letting me float. He didn’t talk, didn’t try to draw me closer or push me away. He just let me be, and after ten minutes, my body completely relaxed. Muscles I hadn’t even realized were tense finally let go.
The sun beat down on my face, and I didn’t worry about how I was probably burning to a crisp in the sun, or if my tits were succumbing to gravity and giving me epic boob spillage out the side of my bikini top. I thought of nothing but the relaxed feeling in my limbs and the warmth on my skin. The babies moved and shifted around, obviously enjoying me being relaxed too.
“We’ll have to fence this area off soon,” Milo said softly, more to himself than me I think. “We don’t want any accidents.” It took me a while to realize that he was talking about putting up a pool fence.
I hadn’t thought about what it would mean after the babies were born. Would I be stuck here on Crete? What about Nate? He’d want to go home, right? His life was in Boston. His career. Mrs. B’s house. His friends. My friends. All on the other side of the ocean.
I couldn’t stay here, but the thought of leaving was like a knife through the heart.
I felt betrayed once more by my fate. Everything was so out of control. Tears welled in my eyes, and I internally bitched about pregnancy hormones, even though I sneakily suspected that perhaps it had nothing to do with hormones and everything to do with the fact that I’d been dealt a really shitty hand.
Milo wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to his body. “Hey, what’s wrong? We don’t have to do it now or at all, if that’s not what you want. It seems a little dangerous, but you’re their mom—you know best, right?”
I knew jack shit.
Turning my head into his shoulder, I sucked in a few deep, calming breaths. “No, you’re right. If there are toddlers around, we should fence it off. I just hadn’t thought about the fact that some of us will have to uproot our lives, and none of us even asked for this to happen.”
Milo pulled me onto his lap, his hands wrapping around me so I was plastered to his front. It was so nice, it was beginning to become an addiction.
“No one asked for this, but I think maybe I was silently praying for it.” I looked over my shoulder at him like he was crazy. “Not this exactly, of course, but something. I needed a purpose. Someone to adore. Something other than the endless days and hours, waiting to fade to nothingness.” He pushed the hair out of my face. “It was what we were all doing, and you need to put the idea that you’ve somehow doomed us from your mind. We were already doomed—you just gave us something to fight to live for.”
His golden threads whipped around like arcing electricity, and I couldn’t help but lean forward to brush my lips over his. They were warm and smooth, and as he deepened the kiss, I sighed into him.
His fingers flexed on my sides, and he shifted me so my thighs were either side of his hips. He didn’t pull me any closer, didn’t grind up into me, even though the extremely hard evidence of his arousal was sitting right there against my stomach. He was leaving the pace up to me, and if I didn’t already adore this man, that would have cemented it for me.
He tasted every part of my mouth, like he was obsessed with how I tasted. His hands began to roam, and when I didn’t protest, he groaned and undertook his exploration with a singular focus. Up and down my spine, around my ribs, over the curve of my hips, like he was mapping me completely.
I pressed myself tighter around him and ground down on that giant rod he called a cock. We both gasped in unison, because holy shit. The other thing they didn’t tell you about being pregnant was that everything felt more.
Milo’s hands fell back to my hips. Now I’d made the first move, he was happy to help me grind on him. But I wanted more. So much more.
Reaching between us, I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of his shorts and grabbed his cock. Seriously, I could barely get my hand around it. His head fell back against the tiles of the deck, and he moaned.
“Wren, I can’t… Your hand feels so good fisted around me like that.” He grunted as I stroked him a couple of times, up over the fat head and back down again until he was panting. “I want you to tell me what you want, how to please you. My cock is yours. My mouth, my tongue, my fingers—they’re all yours. Use me.”
Holy shit.
“Undo the strings on my bikini,” I ordered between kisses, and he was eager to comply, undoing the bows on my hips without looking. My bikini bottoms floated away, and then there was just my naked bottom half and his shorts pushed down to his thighs in the water. “Slow and easy,” I breathed, and I pushed his cock still in my hand toward my entrance.
His jaw was so tight, I thought it might shatter, but he definitely did it both slow and easy, each agonizing inch down his cock taking an eternity. I felt so full as I stretched around him. It felt nearly impossible, but I wasn’t going to stop, because it felt so fucking right.
“Milo,” I whispered, panting now as he thrust up the final few inches and was fully seated inside me. It was more than a physical fullness, though. I could feel him deep in my very soul right now.
He moved me up and down his cock in short, sharp movements, until my walls relaxed around him, and then he dragged me back up his cock. Honestly, it was a wonder there wasn’t a rest stop halfway up. It was that big.
Then, I shit you not, he held me up and fucked me with just the first couple of inches of his cock, hitting my g-spot like he was playing Where’s Waldo? and could find that son of a bitch first time on every page. It was like magic.
Screamingly good magic.
“Milo!” I came around him, and he grunted as he held me still. The soft breeze made my nipples pull tight in the afternoon sun. Normally, I would be worried about who would see, but how could I care when my brain was flying so high, it was like I was on drugs?
“I want to fill you up, but if I come in the pool, the guys will murder me. And if they murder me, I won’t be able to make you scream my name again and again.” Taking a few deep breaths, he lifted me off his cock, and I mewled pitifully. He spun me so I was facing away from him, my back to his chest so he could kiss across my shoulders and spine. I wiggled my ass against his hard cock, and he groaned. “Ah, fuck it. Worth it.”
Notching himself back against my entrance, he thrust up inside me once more, and I gasped, the oxygen leaving my lungs. The noise he made wasn’t even close to human.
Slow and gentle, he fucked me with a precision that was honestly impressive. “Wren… Little Bird… You feel so good. I don’t ever want to stop.” I didn’t want him to stop either, as he kissed and licked the salty water from my skin. “Come for me one more time. I want you to milk me dry.”
He reached around and flicked my clit, making me moan and shake as I came once more. If we had neighbors, they’d have been scandalized. Worry wanted to sneak into my brain, but I pushed it away, especially as Milo’s big hands came up to clutch at my breasts, massaging them as his thrusts got wild. Still gentle, slow and easy like I’d asked, but his strokes were becoming a little less rhythmic and his thrusts slightly more wild.
He was losing control, and I loved it.
“Wren!” One arm wrapped around my ribs while the other hand landed on my hip, pressing me tight against his chest as he came in hot ropes inside me.
Panting in my ear, he whispered soft words in a language that I didn’t understand. He nuzzled his face into my neck and breathed, and I didn’t need to know the language to understand the feeling behind the words. He was thanking me. Promising me something with so much fervor, it made my chest ache with joy.
And then I thought about Nate, and my happiness plunged into ice. What had I done? I’d just cheated on the one man who’d stood by me without any promise of anything at all.
I pushed down the panic that was trying to rise up inside me. “Milo?”
“Yes, Little Bird?”
“I need to go to the bathroom.”
Standing, this gentle giant of a man helped me uncurl, jumping out of the pool and grabbing me a towel before lifting me out gently. He wrapped it around me, using the corner to wipe some of his release from my thighs. “Sorry. I made a bit of a mess.”
I let out a choked laugh and tried not to burst into tears. Turning, I raced back toward my suite, desperately hoping I didn’t run into anyone. Not Teron, or the guys, or Demke.
Most of all, I hoped I didn’t run into Nate, because how was I meant to look him in the eye after this?