Chapter 19 Bonnie #2
Titan’s fists clench at his sides. Ghost’s jaw tightens. Ash looks like he’s about to put his fist through the wall.
“That piece of shit is dead,” Titan growls. “I’m going to—”
“Titan.” Ghost’s voice cuts through the rage. “Not helping.”
“Like hell it’s not helping. If that bastard got her pregnant—”
“Then we figure it out,” Ash says firmly.
I stare up at him. “You can’t mean that.”
“I can and I do.” His thumbs stroke my cheekbones. “This baby is ours. I don’t care whose DNA it has. It’s ours.”
“Ash—”
“He’s right,” Ghost says quietly. He moves to stand beside Ash, his hand finding the small of my back. “We’re raising this baby together. All of us.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying.” My eyes burn. “If it’s Marcus’s—”
“Then it’s still yours,” Titan cuts in. He joins the other two, surrounding me with solid warmth. “And anything that’s yours is ours. That’s how this works.”
I can’t breathe. Can’t process what they’re telling me.
They want this baby. Even knowing it might not be theirs. Even knowing it could belong to the man who’s trying to destroy us.
They want it anyway.
“I don’t understand,” I whisper.
“What don’t you understand?” Ash asks.
“Why you’re not running. Why you’re not furious, why you’re just—” My voice breaks. “Why you’re making this so easy.”
“Because we love you, you idiot,” Titan says bluntly.
The words nearly knock me out.
Love.
“You—what?”
“You heard me.” Titan cups my face with one large hand. “We love you. All three of us. And we’re not letting you deal with this alone.”
“I love you too,” I hear myself say. “All of you. I didn’t think—I wasn’t sure if this was just—”
“Just what?” Ghost asks. “Just sex?”
“Yeah.”
“It stopped being just anything the moment we touched you,” Ash says. “We were just waiting for you to catch up.”
A laugh bubbles up through my tears. “I’m pregnant and you’re making jokes?”
“Someone has to lighten the mood,” Titan says. “You looked like you were about to pass out.”
“I still might.”
“Don’t.” Ash pulls me against his chest. “We’ve got you.”
Ghost’s hand slides around my waist from behind. Titan presses close to my side.
I’m surrounded by them. Held by them. Safe with them. For the first time since I saw those positive tests, I actually believe everything might be okay.
“Thank you,” I whisper against Ash’s chest. “For not running. For staying.”
“We’re not going anywhere,” Ghost says quietly.
Ash tilts my face up and kisses me. Soft at first, then deeper, his tongue sliding against mine. When he pulls back, Ghost turns me in his arms and claims my mouth next. Then Titan, rough and hungry and possessive.
The grief and fear that’s been choking me for days start to dissolve under their touch.
Ash’s hands slide under my shirt. Ghost’s fingers work open my jeans. Titan bites down on my neck, marking me.
“We doing this?” Titan asks against my skin.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “We’re doing this.”
They strip me slowly this time.
Ash lifts my shirt over my head and tosses it aside. Ghost kneels to pull off my boots and jeans. Titan unhooks my bra and cups my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples.
I’m bare in front of them and they’re all still dressed.
“Your turn,” I say.
They strip fast—boots thud, belts clatter, jeans drop, cocks springing free, flushed and leaking. They surround me—naked, inked, breathing hard, eyes locked on my body like I’m their altar.
“Damn, look at you three.” I laugh, shaky, pussy already dripping, a bead sliding down my thigh.
Ash lifts me to the bed, and the mattress is cool against my back. Ghost crawls left, Ash right, Titan between my thighs, no space, no pause.
Their hands roam with Ash on my breasts, Ghost on my throat, Titan spreading my pussy lips wide.
I arch, moaning loudly. “Don’t you dare be gentle. I’m pregnant, not porcelain.”
Ash’s mouth seals hot around my nipple, tongue flicking until sparks shoot down my spine. “Fuck, these tits are perfect,” he growls, teeth scraping, beard rough.
I fist his hair, yank him closer. “Harder, Ash. Mark me, I want bruises tomorrow.”
Ghost’s lips burn up my throat, teeth nipping my pulse. “Gonna mark every inch of you, baby,” he rasps, cock sliding slick along my hip. I turn and bite his lower lip. “Do it, Ghost, paint me purple.”
Titan’s thumbs spread me wide, cool air hitting my soaked clit. “Look at this pretty cunt,” he says, tongue dragging up my slit, slow and filthy.
I buck hard. “Titan, quit teasing, eat me like you’re starving.” He sucks my clit into his mouth, wet slurps loud, beard scraping. “So fucking wet for us,” he murmurs, stubble igniting my thighs.
I laugh breathlessly. “Because I’ve got three cocks and zero patience, get on with it.”
Ash’s grease-streaked fingers glide down my belly, careful, then cup my pussy. “This pussy’s ours,” he says, teasing my clit with his thumb while Titan dips lower to my entrance. I clench around his tongue.
“Damn right it is.”
Ghost’s cock nudges my lips, velvet head salty. I open, suck deep, moaning around him.
“Take it deep, sweetheart,” he groans.
I pull off, lick the slit. “Feed me, Ghost, I want every drop.”
Titan’s tongue thrusts inside me. “Gonna make you scream,” he says.
I grind against his face. “Already screaming in my head, make it real.”
Ash’s fingers rub my clit in slippery circles, mouth back on my nipple. “Come on his tongue, Bonnie,” he orders.
I fist the sheets. “Watch me, boys, I’m close, so fucking close.”
“That’s it, baby, let go,” Ash says, pinching my nipple hard. My pussy clamps, wetness gushing, orgasm crashing, thighs shaking.
I scream around Ghost’s cock, muffled and raw. “Fuck, yes, drink me, Titan!”
Titan pulls back, beard soaked, cock flushed dark. “Need this cunt now,” he growls, fisting himself.
I reach down, spread myself wider. “Then take it, big man, wreck me.”
Ash guides Titan’s cock to my entrance. “Fuck her deep, brother,” he says, thumb on my clit. Titan thrusts in, one thick push, stretching me to the hilt.
I cry out, nails raking his shoulders. “God, yes, fill me, don’t stop.”
Ghost kneels beside my head, stroking slow. “Look at you taking him,” he says, brushing sweat from my brow.
I grin, wicked. “Your turn next, Ghost, I want that long cock choking me.”
Ash leans down, biting my nipple soft, cock grinding against my hip. “Gonna make you come again,” he says, fingers rubbing fast.
I moan loud. “Promise? Because I’m greedy tonight.”
Titan’s hands grip my thighs, cock slamming deeper, bed creaking. I lock eyes with him. “Harder, Titan, make the headboard rattle.”
Ghost kisses me deep, tongue thrusting. “Scream for us, baby,” he says, tasting himself on me.
I pull back, gasping. “Already screaming, just wait till you’re all inside me.”
Titan’s thumb joins Ash’s on my clit. “Come on my cock,” he orders. Another orgasm rips through, pussy pulsing, wetness flooding.
I wail, “Fuck, yes, paint my belly, Titan, mark me!” He pulls out, cum jetting hot across my skin. I laugh, breathless. “Messy bastard, I love it.”
Ghost shifts, long cock nudging my entrance. “Gonna fuck you senseless,” he says, sliding in smooth.
I wrap my legs around him. “Senseless is the goal, Ghost, rail me.”
Ash feeds me his cock. “Suck me, sweetheart,” he says.
I swallow him deep, moaning, as Titan’s fingers find my clit, rubbing slow. “Keep coming for us,” he says.
I pull off Ash, gasping. “Planning on it, keep up, boys.”
Ghost’s thrusts turn punishing, sweat dripping onto my breasts. “So fucking perfect,” he says, biting my shoulder.
I rake nails down his back. “Bite harder, Ghost, I want teeth marks for days.”
My third orgasm builds, wild and searing. “Let it rip, baby,” Ash says, cock swelling in my mouth.
I scream around him, pussy clenching, climax tearing through. Ghost pulls out, cum spilling across my thighs. “Fuck, Bonnie,” he groans.
Ash takes his place, cock sliding in, thick and curved. “Gonna fill you up,” he says, hips slamming.
I lock ankles behind his back. “Do it, Ash, breed me again.”
Ghost’s hand cups my breast, Titan’s lips on my neck. “Come again, Bonnie,” Titan says, fingers on my clit, and I shatter, pussy milking Ash, keening wail echoing through the cabin.
“Ours forever,” Ash says, cum jetting inside me, hot and pulsing.
I collapse, laughing through gasps, cum and sweat binding us. “Round two in ten minutes?” I tease, voice wrecked.
They growl in unison, hands gentle now, love in every touch. I grin, utterly ruined and utterly theirs.
Ghost stretches along my side, arm draping over my waist, fingers tracing lazy circles on my hip. Titan shifts to the foot of the bed, head on my shin, rough hand resting warm on my ankle. The cabin smells of sex and pine, the air thick, our mingled scents clinging to the sheets.
Ash’s lips brush my temple, soft, tasting salt, his beard scratching gently. “You’re fucking incredible,” he murmurs, voice hoarse.
I can hear their heartbeats slowing. Feel their breathing evening out.
This is mine. This moment, these men, this feeling of being completely and utterly wanted.
“That was—” I start.
“Better than last time,” Titan finishes.
“Way better.” I trace circles on Ash’s chest. “Gets better every time.”
Ghost huffs a quiet laugh against my shoulder. “Good. Because we’re going to do it again.”
“Later,” Ash says. “Let her rest first.”
“I’m pregnant, not broken.”
“Still.” His hand slides over my stomach, palm flat against skin that will eventually swell with new life. “We’re taking care of you now.”
Ghost’s hand joins Ash’s, covering mine where it rests on my belly. Then Titan’s, rough and warm and sure.
All four of us. Connected.
“We’re really doing this,” I whisper. “Raising a baby together.”
“Yeah,” Ash says. “We are.”
“Even though we don’t know whose it is?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Ghost says quietly. “It’s ours.”
Titan kisses my shoulder. “All of ours.”
I close my eyes and let myself believe it. Let myself hope that maybe, just maybe, we can actually pull this off.
Three men, one woman, and a baby that might belong to any of them.
Or might belong to the enemy.
But right now, wrapped in their arms, I don’t care about the complications or the unknowns.
Right now, I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
“I love you,” I say again. Testing the words. Seeing how they feel.
They feel right.
“We love you too,” Ash says, pressing a kiss to my forehead.