Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
MIRA
The compound goes quiet around nine.
The workshop closes, the bar winds down, the voices that carry through the walls of the main house thin out one by one until what’s left is the low hum of the generator and the occasional sound of boots on the perimeter path outside my window.
I’m lying on the bed with the lamp on, not reading the book open on my stomach, thinking about this morning.
Permanent, Cade said. You’re not temporary. Never were.
Reeve said it yesterday with his hand flat on my stomach and his eyes on the ceiling.
Jax said good, because we’re not letting you go, and he meant it.
Three men. One breakfast table. Terms defined like a contract being signed, and I sat across from all of them and said I want this. It scares me but I want it, and the wanting has been sitting in my chest all day alongside the fear and I can’t fully separate the two anymore.
I shift on the bed and the baby moves, a slow roll, and I press my palm flat against my stomach and breathe.
Eight months.
My body has been running its own agenda for weeks now, the blood pressure, the backaches, the way certain things register differently than they did before the pregnancy.
Reeve yesterday was not something I was prepared for.
The attention of a man like that, directed entirely, completely, with no part of his mind somewhere else.
I’ve been thinking about it all day.
About the way Cade looked at me across the terms table this morning. The way Jax’s eyes stopped pretending somewhere in the third week and haven’t started again.
I’ve been thinking about tonight.
Whether tonight is a thing that happens or a thing I imagine happening because I’ve been inside this compound for a month with three men who have claimed me publicly and privately and in every register available to them, and my body, which has opinions of its own that I’ve been mostly overruling, has stopped accepting the overrule.
I’m still thinking about it when I hear the footsteps. Two sets in the hallway, not one.
They stand outside my door, and the silence that follows is the particular silence of people standing on one side of a decision.
The knock comes.
Then a second one, with a different rhythm.
I know both of those knocks.
I get up slowly, cross to the door, and open it.
Cade is in the hallway with his hands loose at his sides and his eyes on me, and Jax is just behind him, leaning against the wall with the green eyes that are not pretending to be easy right now and haven’t been all day.
Neither of them speaks.
I step back and let them in.
Jax closes the door, and the sound of the lock clicking feels loud in the quiet room.
I stand near the bed and look at both of them. Cade’s presence fills the space with steady weight. Jax leans against the wall for half a second, then pushes off it and steps closer. Neither of them rushes.
Cade speaks first. “This okay? Both of us.”
I feel the weight of the question. My pulse beats hard in my throat. I’ve spent the whole day thinking about exactly this. I nod once.
“Yes,” I say. “It’s okay.”
Cade closes the distance first. He cups my face with one large hand and kisses me deep and slow, the way he always does when he wants me to feel anchored. His tongue slides against mine with calm possession.
While he kisses me, Jax moves in behind me. I feel the heat of his body against my back before his hands settle on my hips. He presses a kiss to the side of my neck, then another lower, just below my ear.
They work together without needing words. Cade keeps my mouth occupied while Jax trails his lips down the back of my neck. Four hands move over me at once. Cade’s are firm and deliberate. Jax’s are warmer, a little rougher at the edges. Both of them stay mindful of the heavy curve of my belly.
Cade breaks the kiss long enough to pull my shirt upward. Jax helps from behind, lifting it the rest of the way. They toss it aside. My bra comes off next. Cade unhooks it from the front while Jax slides the straps down my arms.
My breasts spill out, full and heavy. They feel tighter than usual tonight, sensitive from the constant changes in my body.
Both men pause to look at me.
“Fuck,” Jax breathes. “Look at you.”
Cade makes a low sound of approval in his chest.
They guide me backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed. I sit down on the edge. Cade kneels on my right side. Jax kneels on my left. The coordination feels seamless, like they’ve already decided how this will go.
Cade cups my right breast first. He lifts its weight in his palm, testing the fullness, then leans in and closes his mouth around my nipple.
I gasp at the sudden rush of sensation. Pregnancy has made my breasts so much more sensitive. Every pull of his mouth sends heat straight between my legs.
At the same time, Jax takes my left breast. He starts gentler, licking slow circles around the nipple before he sucks it deep into his mouth.
His groan vibrates against my skin. He’s hungrier, more vocal.
He switches between licking broad stripes across the swollen curve and sucking hard enough to make my back arch.
They work in sync. When Cade sucks deeper and firmer, Jax matches the rhythm on the other side. When Jax uses his teeth in a gentle scrape, Cade soothes the same breast with slow, wet strokes of his tongue.
Four hands support me. One of Cade’s hands stays spread across the side of my belly, protective and possessive. Jax keeps one hand on my lower back, steadying me so I don’t have to hold my own weight.
My nipples grow tighter and darker under their combined attention. Jax pulls back for a moment, breathing against my wet skin. “These got so fucking heavy. So full for us.” Then he latches on again, sucking harder, almost greedily.
Cade releases my nipple with a wet sound and looks up at me. His eyes are dark. “Your body knows who it belongs to now.” He licks slowly around the stiff peak, then draws it back into his mouth with long, deliberate pulls.
The sensations overlap. One man sucking firm and commanding. The other licking, groaning, and worshiping with clear hunger. My breasts feel claimed from both sides at once. A small bead of wetness leaks from one nipple. Jax notices immediately and licks it up slowly, savoring it.
They keep going, switching rhythms, trading sides occasionally, so each of them tastes both breasts.
My thighs press together. I’m already soaked.
Their hands never leave me. Always one palm on my belly.
Always support behind my back. Always their mouths working my sensitive, swollen tits in perfect coordination.
I thread my fingers through Cade’s hair with one hand and Jax’s with the other, holding both of them to me while they devour my breasts with focused, unrelenting attention.
They finally ease me back onto the bed. Cade arranges three pillows behind my head and upper back, then another under my right hip so my belly rests supported on its side.
Jax helps shift my legs until I’m comfortable, half on my back and half on my side.
Both of them watch every adjustment, making sure nothing presses on my stomach.
Cade moves between my spread thighs first. He runs his hands up the inside of my legs, then leans down and licks a slow, broad stripe up my pussy. I’m soaked from the long attention to my breasts.
He groans against my wet folds and licks again, deeper this time, tasting me thoroughly. His tongue finds my clit and circles it with firm, steady pressure while two thick fingers slide inside me, curling just right.
Jax climbs onto the bed near my head. He strokes his cock slowly, already hard and leaking, then brushes the tip against my lips. “Open for me, baby.”
I part my lips, and he feeds his cock into my mouth inch by inch. He’s careful, giving me time to adjust to his thickness, but there’s clear hunger in the way his hand rests on my jaw.
I suck him in deeper, tongue swirling around the head when he pulls back slightly. Jax lets out a rough moan and threads his fingers through my hair, holding me gently while he rocks shallowly between my lips.
The sensations hit me from both ends at once.
Cade eats my pussy with focused dominance, sucking my clit and thrusting his fingers in a steady rhythm that makes my hips twitch.
Jax fucks my mouth with controlled strokes, murmuring praise above me.
“That’s it. Look at you taking both of us so well.
So fucking perfect with that pregnant belly. ”
Cade adds a third finger and sucks harder on my clit.
My moan vibrates around Jax’s cock. Jax curses softly and slows down, letting me breathe while still keeping his thick length on my tongue.
When Cade curls his fingers against that sensitive spot inside me, Jax pushes a little deeper into my mouth.
When Jax pulls back to let me catch my breath, Cade licks slower and gentler across my folds.
My orgasm builds fast under their coordinated attention.
Cade senses it and doubles down, sucking my clit with steady pulses while his fingers thrust deeper.
I come hard, crying out around Jax’s cock, thighs shaking against Cade’s shoulders.
Jax strokes my hair through it, whispering, “Good girl. Let it happen.”
They don’t stop right away. Cade keeps licking me softly through the aftershocks while Jax pulls his cock from my mouth and leans down to kiss me deeply, tasting himself on my tongue.
When my breathing starts to settle, they shift positions again.
Cade lies down behind me, pulling my back against his chest in a spooning position.
He hooks one of my legs over his thigh, opening me up while keeping my belly fully supported.
Jax settles in front of me, facing me, one hand resting protectively on my round stomach.
Cade lines up first. He pushes inside me slowly from behind, stretching me open with his thick cock.
I moan into Jax’s mouth as Cade fills me completely.
He starts to thrust, deep and controlled, each stroke measured so nothing jars my belly.
His hand stays spread wide over the side of my stomach the entire time.
Jax kisses me hard, then trails his mouth down to my breasts again. He sucks one sensitive nipple into his mouth while his fingers find my clit, rubbing tight circles in time with Cade’s thrusts.
The pleasure builds again, sharper this time, layered from every direction. Cade’s steady, powerful strokes from behind. Jax’s hungry mouth on my tit and his fingers working my clit. Both of them surrounding me, holding me, claiming me at the same time.
“Feel that?” Cade growls against the back of my neck, voice low and rough. “This pussy is ours. This body is ours. That baby inside you is ours.”
Jax releases my nipple with a wet pop and looks straight into my eyes. “We’re not letting you go. Ever.”
They switch after a while. Jax slides into me from the front while I stay on my side.
He fucks me with deeper, more emotional strokes, eyes locked on mine.
Cade reaches around and plays with my clit, his other hand kneading my heavy breast. The pressure builds again until I come a second time, clenching hard around Jax while Cade keeps the steady pressure on my clit.
Jax follows soon after, burying himself deep and groaning my name as he comes inside me. Cade takes his place right after, thrusting harder now, chasing his own release. He finishes with a low growl, pulsing deep while his hand stays protectively over my belly.
We stay tangled together afterward, breathing hard.
I lie between them, skin slick with sweat, their hands still moving slowly over me, Cade behind me with his arm banded carefully under my breasts.
Jax faces me from the front, his hand resting flat and warm on the curve of my belly.
Neither of them moves away. Their skin stays against mine, sweat cooling slowly between us.
My body feels heavy and satisfied, every inch claimed. The baby shifts lazily under Jax’s palm. He strokes the spot gently with his thumb while Cade presses a slow kiss to the back of my shoulder.
“This is real,” I whisper. “This works.”
Cade’s voice rumbles low behind me. “Permanent.”
Jax looks straight into my eyes, his green gaze steady and certain. “Forever.”
Permanent sounded like safety until I heard it as structure. Structure I’ve chosen. Structure I can’t unchoose. Viktor’s cage had a key that I stole. This one I handed over myself.
Morning light eventually filters through the window, and I wake still between them. Cade’s arm remains heavy across my body. Jax’s leg is hooked carefully over mine.
They haven’t left. The reality of the night settles over me along with the warning Reeve gave us yesterday. Viktor’s final move is coming soon. He will not stop.