Chapter Seven Peyton
Sore. My body is so sore. There are no words to describe how sore my body is, but it is delicious.
It is sore in a good way, a way I didn’t think it could be being this heavily pregnant with triplets.
I can’t believe that these men did all of this in a day.
We have been in bed all day. I know at some point we are going to need to get up because it is now Christmas Eve and we have to get to my parents house.
I feel both men still in bed with me. I do not know how many times we went at it yesterday and last night. I know that there were several times
Cooper woke me up with his face between my legs and then he would fuck me after he made me cum more than once.
Knox would be there watching during some of the times getting off while watching, some times he was sleeping.
Sometimes I would wake up with Knox sucking my tits and then fingering my pussy until I came and then he would fuck me.
Again Cooper was awake for most of those times watching and getting himself off as he watched.
Then there were times when all three of us would fuck, where they would take turns fucking me or fuck me at the same time.
I have done more things in the last twelve hours than I have done in my entire sexual history.
I open my eyes and look at the man in front of me.
I’m laying with Knox spooning me from behind, which is how we sleep most days now because he loves to put his hand on my belly and feel the babies move.
Cooper and Knox appear to both be sleeping and I don’t think I want to wake them up.
A lot happened last night and early this morning and I don’t know how I feel about it.
The sex was amazing, mind blowing, but I don’t know if I can give myself the hope to want this to be my life.
Too much happened between Cooper and I. I don’t know much about his past and everything that has gone on in his life, but the man treated me horribly from the moment we started hooking up when I turned 18.
I mean yes, it is my fault for letting it continue, but I’ve always had feelings for him.
He felt like he was part of my soul. So sitting her laying in bed with both these men I’ve never felt more complete, I just don’t think I want to put myself in a situation where I can get hurt by this man again.
He continuously threw other women in my face, letting me know I wasn’t the only one that he was getting his dick wet with.
There were lots of times that more hurtful things had been said and honestly if my brothers knew what came out of this man’s mouth on those days he wouldn’t be standing, let alone able to stick his dick in any bitch.
I never shared too much with anybody about what was going on with Cooper, Parker knew, but we at that point told each other everything.
She doesn’t talk to me anymore and part of me blames myself, but the other part blames the one guy I know has the ability to make her shut down.
Cooper has that ability for me, Knox does too now, but Knox has become a man that I know would never do that to me.
I wish Parker would tell me what happened with Doc, but she never said anything happened while she was in Devil’s Hollow.
But then again I didn’t spend a whole lot of time hanging out with Parker during the time she stayed there.
Then I sprung on her that I wasn’t leaving.
I look up and meet a set of deep steel blue eyes and I can see the struggle behind them as they bounce between mine.
“You’re thinking too much over there. What’s going through that pretty head of yours?” Cooper asks as his hand comes up and he moves my hair behind my ear.
“Nothing you’d care to hear. What was this? One last hoorah for you? One last ride on your pretty little pony before you go back to your classic club whore parade? Did it meet your expectations? All you hoped it would be?”
Cooper sighs and rolls on to his back before turning his head at me.
Cooper really is a very good looking guy.
He’s 6’ 3” so he’s huge, he has broad shoulders and a thick chest with strong arms where veins bulge when he moves and flexes.
He has a fighter's build, obviously from years of fighting.
His body is rough and carved with abs that are tight like granite.
I mean the man has an eight pack that I have definitely enjoyed licking.
I also love pulling on that thick inky black hair of his that he never does anything with so it always looks like he just got out of bed or off his bike.
He keeps it longer on the top and shorter on the sides.
The man is really a work of art, it is no wonder he has never been short on ladies willing to spread their legs for him.
Plus the things he can do with his tongue.
Good grief I need to stop, I can’t afford another round in bed with this guy.
“You know that isn’t what this was, Peyton. I’ve tried to tell you, Knox has tried to tell you. I want this to work. This relationship with you and with him being in a relationship with you too.
We want to have this triad relationship and as you seen last night and earlier this morning we pretty much do it real well already.”
I look him up and down admiring his full black an gray sleeve on his right arm that is a mix of coiled ropes, cracked gears, and a snake striking out at a rose.
He has ‘Earn the pain’ across his ribs, a whip curling around a dagger over his left pec and I know he has more tattoos, smaller ones you have to know his body to find.
He has a small black nipple ring that I have always loved to tease whenever we were together.
I look back up and meet those deep blue eyes again and nod my head.
“All that was was sex, Cooper, it proved nothing about a relationship we could or couldn’t have. We fucked, several times and if I wasn’t pregnant and horny all the time even that wouldn’t have happened.” At this point I feel Knox stroking up and down my stomach knowing he is awake now.
“Oh yeah? That’s all this ever was, wasn’t it? If that was the case if all the bullshit I spewed at you to try and push you away really was the truth then why in the hell do you have this?”
He reaches over and put his hand on my ribcage while rubbing his thumb under my breast where one of my heartbeat tattoos are.
That one says ‘Whip’ written in a heartbeat on the other side there is ‘Fang’.
We’ve been waiting for me to get my property tattoo until after I have the triplets.
“Why do you have me tattooed on your body right here? Where no one else can see it? You’ve got a matching one for your other old man over there. So if all we are is fucking, then why something so intimate and personal? Why even put me on your body?”
He moves so he is kneeling in front of me and he never put any boxers or pants on after our last little romp.
“Why is it that I’ve put you on mine?” With that my head snaps up and meets his eyes.
Confusion I’m sure is clear as day on my face and I can still feel Knox trying to soothe me while he rubs his hand over my stomach.
He points to a spot on his left pec an area that must be new because with his whip tattoo there is an anchor, one I have never seen and obviously wasn’t really paying attention to while we were naked all night and morning.
“This, I got for you because I’ve realized you are my anchor. My center of gravity, you keep me steady when everything else tries to pull me. If you don’t believe me, your initials are right there.”
He points to a PJ written in the anchor.
He turns his right wrist over and on his inner wrist is three lines one in the middle is slightly darker than the other two, “I got this after Thanksgiving. After I talked with Knox. They symbolize the three of us and you in the middle being the balance.”
He moves again, turning so you can see his ribcage and on his right ribcage in small little morse code he has ‘STILL’.
“I got this after you turned 18 and we slept together the first time, despite trying to fight everything, despite trying to push you away. You were always the one that quieted the noise in my head.
When I was with you it was like you were the first person that ever made me feel calm without trying to make me earn it. I should’ve known then that this was everything I needed, but I was scared that everything I’ve been through would hurt you. That the life I’ve lived was not good enough for you.
That I was not clean enough, not worthy enough for someone like you.”
He looks at me and at this point I know I have tears in my eyes because how can someone be so stupid and sweet at the same time, I will never understand.
I still don’t trust this man with my heart.
“I know I’ve done so many fucked up things, but I’m here, I’m fighting for you, for us because I know that the three of us are meant to do this life together. Everything we’ve been through is only going to make us stronger. I threw away greatness because I was stupid, but I’ve wised up now.
I see us for what we truly are. We are something amazing and something beautiful. That you are here to help make me whole and Knox and I are here to make you whole. We all complement each other. We are three thirds of a whole. I’m sorry that I ever hurt you. I don’t want to ever do that again.”
I look at him and wipe the tears from my eyes before I pull away from Knox and scoot myself off the end of the bed and enter the bathroom locking the door behind me.
This man has put me through so much and now all of the sudden he sees me happy with some other guy and thinks, hey I know I said some shitty things, but look at this pretty artwork I got for you.
He thinks that is going to make up for everything that has happened to every heartbreak I’ve had since I was 18 years old and he finally looked my way.
The man is 29 years old and he acts like a fucking child.
With all what was said over the years and what was said and done now running through my head I get in the shower to get ready to head to my parents.
I think I will deal with all of this another day.
Knox
Watching Peyton walk into the bathroom after everything Cooper said without saying a word is not unexpected.
We threw a lot at her and if I’m being honest, I’m surprised she let everything happen the last 12 hours.
I know my woman is horny as fuck, but she still has a lot of pent up hurt.
I am surprised that she let Cooper and I make love to her all night and through the early morning.
“Well that went great.” Cooper says as he stands up and begins putting his pants on.
“It was a step, you can’t expect her to get over everything in one night. We knew that this could go this way. We talked about it. We’ve prepared for it. Peyton and I will be in town for two weeks. I think we are going to spend a lot of time with you.
We obviously won’t be able to do this type of sleepover again since we will be with her parents at their house, but she knows I had planned on spending a lot of time with the three of us during our time here. You’ve got to prove to her that you want her, not just in bed.
I mean this was fucking fantastic, but she needs to know you mean it and not just so you can get your dick wet.”
I say as I walk over to my dresser and pull out boxer briefs and a pair of jeans.
“Yeah, I know you’re right. If all I was after was getting my dick wet, I could do that anywhere. That’s not what I’m after.”
“Trust me, I know that and even deep down inside she knows that. You’ve proven that enough to her over the years. She’s just hurting, which we both understand. You’ve done a lot and gone out of your way to hurt her over and over again. She’s been a part of your life for 20 years,
you’ve watched her grow up and shit. It’s just going to be some work.”
He nods his head, “I think I might go back with you to Devil’s Hollow after you leave. I don’t want to be away from her. I know she’s going to be having those babies soon and I want to be there.”
It’s not surprising at all, I figured that after the two of them spent time together again he wouldn’t want to let her walk out the door. We still have months before we officially move here.
“That’s fine. I’m sure you’ll have to talk to your Pres and I’ll have to talk to mine. I don’t see why that will be a problem for anyone. Are you staying for breakfast and heading out with us?”
“Nah, I can’t. I know she probably is going to need this time to think and I’ve got shit I’ve got to handle before tomorrow. As unfortunate as that is. Tell her I love her.”
“Well whatever it is you’ve got to take care of, handle it brother. We will see you tomorrow at the clubhouse. How bout you text her and tell her you love her yourself? I feel like it would mean more.”
With that he nods his head and heads out the door.
I head towards the bathroom and chuckle when I find that she locked the door.
The silly girl knows that locked doors don’t stop us bikers.
I grab the spare key instead of breaking in because I’d like to think that I’m going to keep this place nice for my family and head to the large shower we have en-suite.
Walking up behind this beautiful woman and wrapping my arms around her.
Placing a kiss on her head and just standing there enjoying the feel of her in my arms and the movement of my babies in her belly.