Chapter 39 #2
“I don’t really have any other than what I listed. I know you don’t want to talk about it, but I’ll be leaving soon. It seemed silly for me to put together a list of things that won’t apply or be necessary. I don’t expect you’ll grow tired of me in two weeks’ time.”
“Kinsley,” I warned.
“I’m serious. How about we focus on something else instead?”
“Like?” I asked warily.
“Like I could tell you about the secret fantasies I have. Ones I’d love to find a way to fulfill in the time we have left. But if you’re adamant, the only expectation I may have would be to talk condoms,” she breathed.
“That one again, hmm?”
“Well, next week will either need to be condom week, or it’ll be legs-closed week. Because I’ll be very much fertile, and your little malyshka is not even close to being ready to be a single, unwed, on-the-run mother.”
“What am I going to do with you?”
“Seriously, the whole curse of Eve being like clockwork makes ovulation like clockwork as well. This pussy may belong to the Kings of London, but this womb is all mine.”
In that moment, I couldn’t help but find her utterly adorable.
“I’m not sure I agree with that assessment.
I mean, how can this pretty little cunt belong to us, but the beautiful parts inside that’ll safely grow my sons, daughters, nieces, and nephews not belong to us as well?
” I traced her stomach and shoved my cock the rest of the way inside her.
Her fingers sank into my shoulders, nails biting just enough to make me hiss through my teeth. She moaned. The sound was low, guttural, with need curling through her voice. The sudden shift of her hips sent a wave spilling over the edge of the tub, water cascading to the floor in a warm rush.
“Don’t say things like that, please. I can’t handle it.”
“I mean it. I understand you’re not ready and totally respect that. But at some point, you need to understand how serious we are. Babies will be a part of your future. It doesn’t need to be today or next week, even, but it will happen.”
She swallowed hard. “Crow—”
“Now I’m Crow and not Daddy? Look, I don’t know what my brothers put for their nonnegotiables, but having my children is absolutely on mine.
I want this belly of yours swollen with my daughter one day.
I can visualize her now. Her innocent, sweet face with eyes like her mama’s.
Promise me one day you’ll give me that.” I didn’t even fucking care how desperate I sounded.
Her expression shifted, revealing the purest eyes I’d ever seen. “I’m not sure I want to share you with anyone.”
“Not even our child?”
She gulped. “Don’t say things like that. I’m leaving in two weeks. I don’t understand why you keep talking like my past didn’t reinsert itself into my future. I know you don’t know everything that happened, but I have to disappear. I killed a man,” she breathed, her voice trembling.
I sighed and pulled her back across my chest. “Marcel told us. He didn’t say how, but I’m glad you did.” A shudder racked through her small frame before she kissed my neck. “I don’t want to see you sad tonight. Let’s discuss these fantasies in depth. Are they general and open for all your Kings?”
“I have very specific ones for each of you individually.”
“Oh really. I can’t wait to hear them. Just remember, whatever you ask, I’ll give you. You’ve been warned, now spill it. Start with Alek and work your way through us.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
As she shared, I leisurely thrust in and out of her, mindful of the water level and ensuing waves. She blushed as she told me several different role-playing scenarios and scenes she wanted to create with us.
The more she talked, the more I fell. “God, you’re so fucking perfect and such a naughty, naughty little girl. Wait until I tell the guys. And you wonder why we’re having a hard time letting you go.”
“Nik,” she moaned as I picked up my pace. Once she let go, I followed closely behind.
After we’d caught our breath, I pulled her out of the tub and dried her off.
As I combed her hair, I reminded her, “You know we don’t keep secrets, and for your sake, that’s probably a good thing.
Somehow, I get the feeling you would rather I share your deepest, darkest fantasies with them so you don’t have to. ”
“Not true. Okay, that’s partially true. I can obviously tell Alek, but Ivan, that’s a whole other story. He hates me.”
“That’s not true at all. I wish one of you would tell us what happened,” I said, putting the brush down and looking at her face in the mirror.
“I can’t do that. Not because I don’t want to, but because it’s private between us. I only shared with Marcel because I was really struggling with how much I hated myself. He helps me put things into perspective, and I needed to process it.”
“Understandable. Can I tell you something?”
“Yes, anything.” She fell into my arms and sighed. I sensed her relief that I wasn’t pushing for answers.
“As much as I want to know what happened so I could help fix it, a huge part of me is thankful that you are so protective of that relationship. It gives me a lot of comfort knowing you’ll equally protect that of ours and Alek’s,” I said, caressing her back.
“It’s so weird trying to explain the dynamic to anyone else outside of us. Each of us has a very distinct relationship. It deserves to be protected,” she offered.
I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bed. “Exactly, and as long as we always respect that individuality and are honest with one another, everyone else’s thoughts on it can go to hell.”
“Um, yes, I suppose if I’m going to be stuck in the inferno for the next few weeks, at least I won’t find myself alone.”
She curled into me, her body warm and weightless against mine, like she’d always belonged there.
One arm draped across my chest, her fingers twitching once before going still.
I watched her long, dark lashes flutter shut where they rested delicately against her cheeks.
The rise and fall of her breathing slowed, syncing with mine.
A quiet settled in, wrapping around us like a blanket.