Chapter 30
MIA
It’s been a week since everything changed.
A week of waking up in my own bed without the panic that used to greet me every morning.
The bruises on my arms have faded, the twins no longer jump at every unexpected sound, and for the first time in years, I’m heading back to the hospital for a regular shift.
No more secret phone calls or leaving early to hide from Jason.
He’s still in the hospital himself, barely hanging on after everything that went down. I don’t waste energy thinking about him anymore. I focus on what’s here and now. Damon, Asher, and Zane are my future now. One I look forward to waking up to every day.
But something has been bothering me. We’ve been sneaking around behind the girls’ back, trying to protect them from…
I don’t even know what. I know in my heart that the three men would never hurt the girls.
And even though the girls are young, they deserve to understand what’s going on.
If they’re uncomfortable in any way, no matter how hard this is for me, I’ll walk away from it all.
The twins giggle around the breakfast table as I tidy up, preparing for work. It’s normal, and it fills me with a warmth I didn’t know I could feel again.
I slip on my scrubs, gather my hair into a neat ponytail, then glance at the clock. “Girls,” I call, moving into the living room. Emma and Ella are sprawled on the rug, coloring pictures of cartoon superheroes.
They look up in unison, wide-eyed. “Are we leaving again?” Emma asks, a hint of fear creeping into her voice.
“No, sweetie,” I say, crossing the room to kneel beside them. “We’re home for good now. But I do need to tell you something important before I go to work.”
Ella’s little brow furrows. “Is it bad news?”
I smile softly, shaking my head. “Not bad. Maybe... unexpected. But good, I think.”
They both watch me closely, crayons forgotten. My heart thumps. I take a slow breath. “It’s about Secret Agent Damon,” I say.
Emma’s eyes widen, and Ella sits up straighter. They adore Damon almost as much as I do.
I clear my throat, suddenly nervous. “He’s actually your father.”
Silence. My breath catches. I brace for confusion or tears, but the twins just exchange a look like they’re sharing a secret.
Ella tilts her head. “Oh.”
“Oh?” I blink at them. “That’s all you have to say?”
Emma shrugs. “I kinda thought so.”
I stare. “You did?”
She nods, swinging her legs. “He looks like us.”
Ella frowns. “And he always acts kinda dad-ish.”
My lips part in shock. I had spent so much time worrying about how to tell them, wondering how they’d react, and they had already put the pieces together on their own.
Emma leans in conspiratorially. “But you still like Agent Zane and Agent Asher, too, right?”
Heat floods my face, and I laugh despite myself. “Yes, sweetheart. I do.”
Ella grins. “Okay. So are we gonna call Secret Agent Damon Dad now?”
“You can call him whatever feels right to you.”
Emma bounces excitedly. “I think I wanna call him Dad!”
Ella nods. “Me too.”
My throat tightens at the sheer sweetness of it. “If you want to,” I whisper, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes. “I think he’d like that.”
“But Zane and Asher won’t mind, would they?” Ella says. “I don’t want them to feel left out.”
“I think we can come up with another name for them so they feel included,” I say.
They beam at me, and I realize that, for once, I got to deliver good news. I hug them both, holding on a beat longer than usual, then stand up, grabbing my keys and phone.
“Okay,” I say, fighting back tears of gratitude. “I have to run to work. Be good for Uncle Asher and Uncle Zane, alright?”
“We will, Mommy,” they say, turning back to their coloring. But there’s a new sparkle in their eyes, a giddy excitement. I realize that I had nothing to worry about. The girls love them. All three of them.
In the evening, I take the girls out. The guys are out tying up some loose ends with the Jason business. They didn’t tell me, and I didn’t ask questions.
The theater is packed with kids, the scent of buttered popcorn thick in the air. Emma and Ella sit on either side of me, eyes glued to the screen as Elsa belts out another song.
For the first time in a long time, I feel like a regular mom doing regular things.
By the time we get home, the girls are still humming “Into the Unknown,” their little voices overlapping as they twirl around the living room.
“Go wash up, and I’ll make dinner,” I tell them, ruffling their hair as I pass.
They race upstairs, giggling, and I head into the kitchen.
A few minutes later, I glance at the clock as I drain the pasta, wondering when the guys will be back.
The front door opens, and I hear heavy boots on the floor. My breath catches as I glance over my shoulder.
Damon, Zane, and Asher step inside, still dressed in full tactical gear.
God help me.
The sight makes my pulse skip; there’s something raw and compelling about these men, big and broad, tattoos winding across powerful arms and chests, gear straps still looped around their torsos from the mission. I swallow, stepping forward and giving them each a kiss.
“Where are the girls?” Zane asks.
“Upstairs,” I say. “I took them out to see Frozen 2. Safe to say they’re still obsessed with all the songs.”
Zane picks me up in his arms, and I can’t help but squeal. “I think we have a few minutes till they come down.”
“The pasta isn’t cooked yet,” I protest.
“We’ll help you,” Asher says, spanking my ass. “I think we’ll all need some help getting out of this.”
I blow out a breath. “Okay, fine. Ten minutes.”
“Good,” Damon says as they take me upstairs. “But I think we’ll need a few more minutes than that.”
“Hey, you promised,” I say.
“Shhh,” Asher says, locking the front door before heading up behind us. “Don’t want to spook the girls.”
Zane doesn’t stop until we reach the bedroom.
“Mommy?” Ella calls out. “Is dinner ready?”
“A few more minutes, sweetie,” I call out, feeling Damon’s arm snake over my tits.
“Yeah, she’s helping us out with something,” Asher adds.
“Is that you, Secret Agent Asher?” Emma says.
“Yes, sweetie, we’ll be right out,” Asher says, kissing me before he quickly shuts the door behind us.
I bite my tongue. “But the girls…”
“Have proved how resourceful they are. They’ll be fine. I can still hear them singing,” Zane says.
“Good, that’s going to drown out the sound,” Damon growls.
“We still have to be quiet,” I say.
“We will,” Zane promises.
Asher fans himself. “Is anybody else getting hot in here?”
“Let me help,” I say softly.
Zane gives me a half-smile, lifting his arms just enough for me to unbuckle the vest. My fingers trace the outline of a wing tattoo that curves around his shoulder. He watches me, quiet, while I unfasten the clips and ease the vest off, letting it drop onto a nearby chair with a dull thump.
I turn to Damon next. He’s broader, the ink on his forearm swirling in intricate patterns that hint at a past he doesn’t talk about much.
The tension in his shoulders softens when I rest a hand on his bicep.
My thumb drags across the black lines of a tattoo peeking out from under his sleeve. He exhales, still watching me.
“Wouldn’t mind this kind of welcome every time we come back home,” he says, kneading my ass.
“Well, I want to take my sweet time today,” I say, turning to Asher. “You guys have no idea what that tactical gear is doing to me.”
“I would love to wear it all the time if that’s what you want,” Zane says, chuckling.
My attention remains on Asher. His chest rises in a slow breath when I unclip the final piece of gear strapped across him.
His own tattoos run over his collarbone and down his left arm, patterns I can’t decipher but have memorized in quiet moments.
He lets the vest drop, letting me see more of the ink stretching across solid muscle.
They exchange a glance—an unspoken agreement to let me lead. And I do.
A shiver runs through me.
I move first, stepping backward until my legs bump into the mattress.
My pulse jumps when Damon follows, his gaze never leaving mine.
He eases his hands around my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies meet.
A flutter of excitement stirs low in my belly.
No matter how many times we do it, it still doesn’t get any less exciting.
I slide onto the bed, lying on my back, letting the sheets pull tight beneath me. Asher kneels on one side, Zane on the other, while Damon looms above, his cock already stiff against his belly. I’m caught between them, my body humming with anticipation.
Zane leans in, one hand cupping my cheek, and kisses me slowly.
It’s a familiar move—soft, gentle. Meanwhile, Asher’s fingers brush along my ribs, trailing down to stroke over my thigh.
My skin tingles under his touch, a shiver racing up my spine.
Damon takes position near my feet, gripping my ankles to spread me open, and the vulnerability of it makes me gasp.
They start with a rhythm I recognize from the nights we’ve done this before.
Damon dips his head, planting a line of kisses along the inside of my leg, inching higher until his mouth finds my center.
My breath catches at the first flick of his tongue, every nerve in my body sparking alive.
Zane claims one of my tits, wrapping his lips around the nipple, sucking slowly while Asher slides a hand across my stomach, brushing over the other breast. The combined sensation is overwhelming: lips, tongues, hands all working in tandem, their cocks hanging heavy, ready for me.
I arch my back, moaning low in my throat.
Damon’s relentless in the way he eats me out, each stroke of his tongue pushing me higher.
Zane sucks harder on my tit, and Asher drags his mouth across my collarbone, nibbling softly.
I can’t keep track of where each new wave of pleasure is coming from as their teasing tongues and skillful hands roam over my body.
The first orgasm hits so fast, I barely process it, my hips lifting off the bed as a cry tears from my lips. Damon doesn’t stop, riding me through it, wringing every last tremor from my body until I’m shaking. I tug at his shoulders, urging him up. I want more. I want them inside me.
Zane meets my eyes, giving me a quick nod before settling between my legs.
Damon shifts aside, wiping his lips with a small, breathless laugh.
Zane positions himself, his cock pressing at my entrance, and my heart kicks up.
Asher moves behind me, lifting me slightly so Zane can slide in.
The stretch is blissful and immediate, forcing another moan from my throat.
Zane starts slow, each thrust pushing me up the bed, my breasts bouncing with the motion.
Asher snakes an arm around my shoulders, supporting me so I don’t slide away.
I let go, losing myself in the rhythm of Zane’s strokes.
A wave of ecstasy washes over me, stronger than the first, and I cry out again, nails digging into his arms as he shudders through his release.
I’m still pulsing with aftershocks when Zane pulls out, his breathing ragged. Damon takes over, hooking his arms under my knees and lifting them high, folding me nearly in half. The position leaves me exposed, and a flush creeps over my cheeks, but he just smirks.
“You’re gorgeous,” he mutters, lining his cock up with me.
He plunges in with a groan that rumbles in his chest, and I swear my mind blanks out for a moment.
The friction drags another keening sound from me, and he starts a pounding rhythm that sets every nerve alight.
Asher leans down, kissing me fiercely, swallowing my cries as Damon drives me higher.
There’s a flash of heat, a deafening rush in my ears, and my body locks up as another climax slams through me.
I think I scream, but it’s lost against Asher’s mouth.
Once Damon finishes, panting, he slips away, and Asher gently turns me onto my side.
He fits himself behind me, one arm around my waist as he nudges my leg forward.
The angle is different, intimate, and he presses his cock against me, pushing in slowly.
My breath catches at the sensation. It’s a softer approach, but no less intense.
He moves in a smooth, rolling pace, each thrust drawing out trembling moans from my lips.
My head falls back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut.
Damon and Zane watch from the foot of the bed, their expressions a mixture of awe and hunger.
Asher’s free hand slips over my breast, kneading gently, and I bite my lip, arching into his touch.
When he comes, it’s with a muffled curse breathed against my ear, his hips jerking. I cling to his arm, sweat cooling on my skin as the last waves of pleasure leave me shaky. He stays wrapped around me, his chest rising and falling against my back.
Gradually, the four of us untangle.
Damon presses a soft kiss to my temple. Zane runs a warm palm over my back while Asher rests his forehead against my shoulder, eyes closed.
But as much as I want to stay curled up with them forever, the grumbling of my stomach reminds me that I spent more time being devoured than actually eating dinner.
I groan, stretching. “We should go eat before the twins come looking for us.”
Damon chuckles, sliding out of bed and pulling on his pants. “That’s a good point.”
Zane grins. “Pretty sure they’ll just assume it was a ‘Secret Agent Training Session.’”
Asher shakes his head but smirks as he helps me up. “Let’s get some food in you before you collapse.”
I pull on one of Damon’s shirts because I can’t find my own clothes, and we make our way downstairs. The guys help me finish making dinner and set the table before we call the kids down to eat. Thankfully, the girls are none the wiser.
Damon takes a bite of his pasta and groans. “Damn, Mia. If we weren’t already keeping you, this would have sealed the deal.”
Zane smirks. “She’s been keeping us since day one.”
Asher nudges my foot under the table. “You okay?”
I nod, smiling. “I’m perfect.”
And for the first time in a long time, I mean it.