Chapter 15
Fifteen
Belle
I ’m pregnant.
Those two words play on repeat the whole drive over to their lake house.
How in the hell am I going to tell them I’m carrying their child? I can’t even bring myself to tell them my real name.
They’re going to have a child with a mafia princess.
A shit storm inside of a shitstorm
Fuck.
I grabbed Santi’s keys to his low-key BMW. The one he uses when he wants to blend in with the other drivers on Chicago’s roads.
I have news for him. That man stands out like he’s bathed in neon paint in a rave no matter what he drives.
I point the car east and don’t stop until I am outside their home.
It’s late afternoon and the lights are off. It looks like no one is home.
I kill the engine and walk the outside perimeter of the cabin before coming up to the door. I thought maybe they were outback, but nope.
I pull my phone out and almost hit up our shared chat when I see a piece of paper tucked between the door frame and the door.
Key is above the door. We will be back from training by nightfall. Our home is yours. -G
Home. The word strikes me with a thousand volts of electricity. I read that last line again and the effect is the same. I’ve never had a home of my own. What the family owns and what I call mine are two different things.
I find the key and slip inside, closing the door behind me.
I haven’t been back since that first night I stayed. The night I gave them my virginity.
This time I have a moment to take everything in. The polished floors, the clean kitchen. Unlike a normal bachelor pad that would have clothes over the back of chairs or dirty dishes stacked in the dishwasher, their place is immaculate.
Every room I step into is the same. Tidy and well-planned out.
Soft hues of brown mixed with dark browns and various shades of blue are used in every room.
I walk the halls and take in all the pictures of those who look to be military friends. Some are dressed in fatigues with their arms slung over my men’s shoulders.
In other frames, Gage, Aziel, and Rush are dressed in their military blues.
What doesn’t change in any of the pictures is Gage’s serious, straight-faced expression. Hardcore, deadly. Rush is more laid back in every snap of him. He either has a smile or looks comfortable where he is at that particular moment.
Aziel on the other hand has a wide variety of emotions coming through. Some show his fun side. Holding up peace signs and flashing silly grins but in the more recent ones, he seems more stressed. Almost like he’s on edge wearing all his tactical gear.
I return to the living room. There are plenty of drawers I could comb through to get a better sense of who I’ve spent the last few weeks taking into my body—and heart. But that’s just not me. If I want my boundaries respected, I am a firm believer one needs to offer it first.
I continue to take in the photos on the walls and end tables. A few are scattered in various cubbies on the back wall. Their entertainment center is loaded with the obvious large-screen TV. But there are tons of books on various topics and even more photos.
In contrast, the Constantine compound has nothing that can be used as leverage against the family. No photos, no clue as to who the Constantines are and who we hold dear.
I pick one frame up. It’s of Aziel in the hospital with Rush on one side and Gage on the other posing with their brother. Aziel appears to have lost weight in the photo compared to him now. Dark circles ring the underside of his eyes and the other two look worried sick. It had to have been a serious injury.
I squeeze my eyes closed and try to imagine the world without his cocky grin and humor and it hurts just thinking about it.
It’s almost dinner time. The news I have will settle better with food. I drag out some steaks I think they have planned for the evening.
To grill or broil?
Opposite the kitchen is a huge balcony overlooking the lake. It’s late summer and the weather is gorgeous. Sunset, good food, and some wine. At least for them. I will need all the props in my favor for what I have to share tonight. “Grill it is.”
I set the steaks to marinate, pull out some veggies to roast, and prepare some iced tea a college friend from Georgia taught me how to make—a squeeze of fresh lemon and just a bit more sugar than you are used to.
I head to shower, taking my time in the hot water. Smelling like them and wrapped in their towel, I find a message from Gage waiting for me.
I pick up my phone and can’t help but smile. The fluttering of anticipation is a real struggle.
Glad you stopped by. The plane has landed. We won’t be long. All safe with you?
They must have cameras. Good thing I didn’t snoop. And where did they go to train? It doesn’t matter. What does is that it won’t be long before they roll up. Should I just blurt it all out over a text message? My hands shake at the thought.
No. I can’t do that to them. They deserve the truth from me. Face to face.
I thumb out a quick reply.
Yes. I know we don’t have a show tonight, but I thought I could give you one.
A few days ago, Aziel bragged that he kept a few unused items from our first show. If I know him, he will have stored them in the nearest drawer to the bed.
Wicked delight zings through me. I turn my phone into selfie mode and hit record.
I pull out the large, thick dildo none of the men had a chance to use on me given they were too busy feeding me theirs. With the video recording, I stare right at the camera and kiss the fat head, passing my tongue over the tip.
I hit send and wait with my heart thumping wildly.
My phone pings immediately with: Do that again, only take as much as you can into that perfect mouth
Rush loves me sucking cock.
I set the phone on the nightstand and hit video call. Rush picks up and from what I can tell all three are looking at his phone.
“Baby girl, what the fuck did we do to you to have you torture us like this?”
“I’m only giving you a preview of what’s to come, my love. Watch.”
I flick on the soft overheads and lose my towel. I move to the center of the large bed and kneel, knees spread so they can see the proof of my arousal dripping from my core.
“This is just for you. All of you.”
I part my lips and slowly take an inch and then another of the plastic cock into my mouth. I work it in and out just like I do them. Between my legs, I tease a finger over my clit until I’m moaning through my first orgasm.
Panting, I slip the dildo out of my mouth, and trail it over my chin and down until it’s dragging through my spilled juices.
With my knees this far apart, they can see me take the toy in a slow glide until it’s fully seated inside me.
“Oh, that’s what I needed,” I tease and ride the toy like it’s one of them. “You better hurry before my new boyfriend takes your place.”
I continue to move up and down on the fake cock, riding it to completion. I scream through my release for effect, but it’s no comparison to the way they make me orgasm.
I hear muffled growls and a few curses come over the speaker. The roar of a motor. More swearing. Hear concern in Aziel’s voice and Rush’s. Rustling of the phone being passed between the men causes crackling on my end. And there’s no mistaking the growls.
“Let me see, asshole.”
That’s Rush.
“Fuck me…stop driving like an old man, motherfucker, and get us home.”
I laugh and let them watch me slip the head into my core once again.
“Hurry boys, don’t let me finish again without you.” I hit the end button thanking the heavens I don’t feel sick to my stomach anymore. But I don’t feel nearly as brave as I need to be either.