Taeja

34. Chapter 34

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A worker, Yanique, had welcomed them to the playroom a few minutes ago. They’d been standing in the general area since then.

Several beds were placed strategically all around the room. Lights lined the walls, giving everything a red glow. Above, there was a glass ceiling, so the darkening sky looked down at them. The nearby hot tubs looked magical with the blue interior lights.

“That’s it?” Taeja asked. She wasn’t sure what exactly she expected, but a big room full of beds and potted plants was not on the list. It was underwhelming.

“No,” Zain said, shaking his head. He looked around, seeing several closed doors toward the back of the room. He walked away, and Taeja took long strides to catch up with him.

“I prefer when you walk behind me,” she grumbled.

He stopped walking to look at her. “Why?”

“It’s hard to keep up cause mi short compared to yu.”

Zain tilted his head to the side, then motioned his hand for her to continue walking. He fell into stride with her this time. He opened a door and motioned for her to enter.

Taeja stepped inside, and her mouth gaped. “Mi rass! A wa dis?!”

“A playroom,” Zain answered, hooking onto all her expressions.

“ Playroom ? This looks like a torture chamber.”

“It can be if you want it to. ”

Taeja gulped, looking around again.

There was a bed in a corner and a small shower at the back of the room with a cabinet beside it. Atop the cabinet were towels and a tray full of condoms, bottles, and handcuffs. There was a glory hole and something that looked like a slender multiplication sign.

“What’s that?” Taeja asked, shuddering when she noticed the straps attached to it.

“A St. Andrew’s cross.”

“Oh…” she said, looking at the leather swing hanging from the ceiling. Scary as it was, the longer she looked at it, she couldn’t help but imagine getting strapped to it and being used however her men saw fit.

Taeja licked her lips as she looked at all the suspensions hanging from the ceiling, feeling a wetness pool in her panties. She didn’t know what half of these things were, but she was fascinated by them.

Zain stepped behind her, brushing her hair away and placing his mouth at her ear. “I want to fuck you in a playroom,” he whispered, his breath pricking her skin. “I know how much you like getting tied up, and I want to tie you to the ceiling and force my dick up your pussy. I want to spank your perfect little ass and gag you. I want to watch these pretty eyes water because I’m giving you pleasure in a way no one else does or ever will. Then, I’d send you to my brother with my cum dripping out of your pussy, and you’d tell him what a good little slut you were for me. Would you like that, Taeja?”

“Yes,” she answered, her breathing quickening as she nodded eagerly.

Zain smirked against her ear. He pulled away and spun her around. Wrapping his fingers around her neck, he applied pressure with his thumb. He used his other thumb to trace her parted lips. “Do you know how many times I imagined these lips wrapped around my dick?” he asked. “How many times I imagined you screaming my name and begging me to fuck you harder? Do you know, Taeja?”

“No,” passed her lips in a breathy whisper.

Zain smirked, looking from her lips to her eyes and making her unable to look away. “Every waking second since I met you. You’re the first thing on my mind in the mornings and the last thing at night. Every time I get done fucking this—” He moved his hand from her lips and cupped her pussy, making her breath hitch. “—pussy, I’m thinking about fucking you again. You make me insatiable. I can’t ever get enough of you, Taeja, and I don’t want to.”

Taeja licked her lips as warmth spread through her body. “I want you to do whatever you want to me.”

“I will.” Zain’s eyes shone, and he released her neck and pussy. He stepped away from her. “Just not today.”

Taeja’s eyes widened. “Zain! Yu cya get me horny and—”

“I dunno who used this room. I’m not gonna fuck you in here.” Zain scowled, glancing around the room. When his eyes settled back on her, they shone with a devious desire. “When we go home, I’m gonna show you my playroom.”

Her clit throbbed harder. “You have a room like this?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve never seen it.”

“You never had a reason to go to my basement,” Zain said and opened the door.

Taeja stepped past him, her footing somewhat uneven. Zain’s arm wrapped around her waist, and she melted against him as they walked to the general area. If her skin wasn’t as dark as it was, her cheeks would be flaming red.

That room was nothing like she’d ever seen before. She was excited to see Zain’s and let him use her in any way he desired. She imagined him tying her, spanking her, and telling her she was his perfect little slut.

Taeja never imagined the word could be redefined this way.

She smiled at the thought, an unbearable ache developing between her legs the more she pondered it.

Zain gently squeezed her waist. “Stop squirming.”

Taeja glared at him. “I wouldn’t be squirming if you didn’t make me horny.”

“You’re horny?”

“Don’t act innocent.”

He stopped walking as they arrived outside. Releasing her, he looked at her face. “How horny are you?”

“Horny to the point my pussy has a heartbeat.” She grabbed his hand and tugged it, but he didn’t move. “Let’s go to the room so I can ride your dick.”

“Ride me here.”

Taeja’s eyes widened, glancing around them. “ What ? We’re in public.”

A small smirk crawled on his face. “There’s no one around.”

Taeja swallowed her doubt. Locking her fingers with his, she led him to the nearby chair and pushed him back onto it. She straddled him. Her dress rolled up her thighs as Zain explored her skin with his rough hands.

He raised a brow. “No panties?”

Leaning forward, she trailed her tongue along his ear and whispered, “Damon doesn’t like when I wear them.”

Zain’s fingers sank into her thighs. “How did we get so lucky with you?”

Pulling away, she smiled. “I don’t know.” She kissed him hard. As their mouths explored each other’s, her fingers fumbled with freeing his dick from the jeans. Her fingers wrapped around his length, not surprised that he was hard already. Breaking away from the kiss, Taeja panted, “Don’t take it easy on me.”

Zain smirked. “I never do.”

She moved a hand between her thighs, her fingers playing in her wetness. She ran a hand down his shaft, gripping it at the base, then lining it with her entrance. Slowly, she sank on him, biting into her cheeks to stop a hiss from escaping.

Zain didn’t wait for her to adjust. He grabbed her waist and yanked her down, filling her to a hilt.

“Zain!” she gasped, shutting her eyes.

“Open your eyes,” Zain ordered, and her eyes fluttered open to lock on his. “Let me hear you scream while I fuck you—”

“I don’t want us to get caught,” she moaned as she rode him.

“But I’ve never felt you this wet before,” he said. “Listen to how wet your pussy is. And how fucking good you feel wrapped around my dick. You like that anyone can see what a good little slut you are, fucking me in public.”

“Yes… yes. Faster,” she moaned, throwing a hand out to grip the back of the chair.

Zain gripped her ass tighter, directing her up and down his dick. The sounds they made were a perfect harmony. How he filled her — not all of him, but it might as well have been .

Damn, he was too much.

“Kiss me,” she begged, and he swallowed her breathy moans with a passionate kiss.

Her orgasm was nearing. Faster and faster by the second as she rode him. She was sweating profusely, not only from sex but from the thought that anyone could walk from the corner and see them. Anyone could hear them; she was ashamed to admit how much that turned her on.

The risk had her pussy clenching around him, tighter and tighter as they chased the sweet high together.

Her breathing was heavy when Zain suddenly stopped fucking her and placed her on her knees in the chair. Then, he slammed back into her without warning. His fingers sank into her waist, pulling her back on him as she threw it back on him.

“Zain!” she screamed.

“Louder.”

Taeja shook her head, her eyes slamming shut as Zain brutally took her from behind. Zain put a foot in the chair, and somehow that made him fit even more of his dick inside her.

“I’m close!” she screamed.

Zain hummed from behind her, and Taeja imagined him smirking. Damn this man. He knew exactly what he was doing, but she loved it.

“Play with your pussy,” he ordered, his thrusts growing sloppy as she followed his command.

As she rubbed her clit and chased her orgasm, she heard voices approaching them.

Closer…

And closer…

Until Taeja came undone.

Legs shaking as her pussy tightened around his dick, Taeja slapped a hand over her mouth to silence her scream.

Just as quickly, Zain pulled out, emptying on her ass.

And not a second later, someone appeared a short distance before them .

Yanique.

Eyes settling on Zain and Taeja, Yanique seemed unphased.

Even as Taeja yelped and hopped off the chair, covering herself modestly. Taeja’s guilty eyes shot to Zain, who smirked at her. He didn’t even bother to put away himself.

“Zain,” Taeja hissed, stepping before him to shield him from the worker. “We’re sorry—”

“It’s fine,” Yanique said, smiling before walking away.

Taeja’s entire body flamed with embarrassment. “I can’t believe we just did that,” she said. Her dress stuck to her skin as cum slid down her ass and dripped down her leg. Taeja wiped it away with her hand while glancing at Zain, who was modest now.

“Admit it,” he said, smirking as he watched her stick her finger in her mouth. “You liked it.”

Taeja blushed and started walking away. Between her legs throbbed with each step back to their room. “I’m not answering that.”

Zain chuckled, falling into stride beside her.

The walk back was quiet — minus the whistling wind, conversations from patrons, and moans.

Wait, moans?

Taeja glanced around, her eyes widening when she saw where the sounds came from. A man was giving a woman backshots, and that woman had her face buried between the legs of the woman before her.

Taeja blushed and looked away, pretending not to hear Zain’s snicker from beside her as they walked away.

He threw an arm over her shoulder. “Watching them turns you on?”

“It d-doesn’t,” she stuttered, still blushing.

“Don’t lie to me. You like the risk, and that’s okay.”

“I never did that before…” she mumbled as they arrived in their room. She pulled away from him and walked away. “We shouldn’t have done that—”

Zain grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to him. Using his other hand to grip her chin, he made her look at him. “Stop that. You liked it, and I fucking loved it. You’ve never done anything like that before, I get it. But never feel ashamed about what you do when you have sex with us. Especially me. Got it?”

Seeing the fire burning in his eyes, Taeja nodded. “Okay. I’m sorry.”

He opened his mouth to say something, probably chastise her for apologizing, but he closed his mouth. He placed his lips against her forehead, giving it a long kiss before pulling away and releasing her. Walking away, he said, “Go shower.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to ask him to shower with her, but she decided against it. Grabbing the necessities, she scurried to the bathroom and started showering.

As the warm water washed away the dried cum, Taeja blushed some more. “Mi nuh know why me a gwan like idiot,” she scolded herself. “I’m too sexually liberated to be acting this shy. I am that girl, and I loved it.”

Taeja repeated the mantra a few more times before exiting the shower. She dried her skin, then threw the towel atop the sink. She’d walk back to the bedroom naked, just to remind Zain that she’d never been afraid of him. Of them.

Straightening her shoulders, she strolled to the bedroom.

Zain’s head snapped up and his eyes roamed her skin, stirring the heat to life inside her again. Pretending not to notice his attention, she applied generous amounts of her favorite glitter body oil to her skin. Then, she put on the neon yellow swimsuit that could’ve passed as two flimsy pieces of string and stepped into her tight jean shorts.

A knock came on the door, and Taeja’s brows furrowed. She walked toward the door and looked through the peephole. Seeing Wayne, she cracked the door. “Yes?”

“Mi can use unu shower?” Wayne asked.

“Why?”

“Just come from the pool and was going to shower in the room, but the knob is stuck. I called maintenance, and they said thirty minutes. Mi nav the patience.”

Taeja looked over her shoulder at Zain. “Can he?” she asked, and Zain nodded. Taeja opened the door wider, and upon seeing Zain, Wayne’s eyes widened.

“Actually, mi nuh waa bathe at all—” Wayne turned to leave.

Taeja pulled her brows together. “What? Come shower, Wayne.”

“No, I’ll j-just go ask my sister,” he said, and sprinted down the hallway.

Confused, Taeja shut the door. She walked toward Zain and sat on his lap.

Zain buried his face in her neck. “You smell good.”

“And I look better.” She smiled as his rough hands caressed her thighs. She remembered the days Zain used to be scared to touch her or have her touch him, and now he was becoming more comfortable with touch. Which reminded her… “Zain?”

“Yeah?” he answered between kisses along her neck.

“Why were you guys at a club the night we met?” she asked, and he pulled away. “Back then, you didn’t like people touching you. I mean, you still don’t, but you’re not really like that anymore. And a club is a very packed place.”

“I was trying to get myself more used to being around people. My brother was helping me.”

“Oh… So, you guys weren’t looking for a girlfriend that night?” Taeja asked, and Zain shook his head.

Taeja smiled. “This is gonna sound cheesy, but I think we were destined to meet that night.”

“It does sound cheesy.”

Taeja chuckled and elbowed him. “Whatever,” she said, looking at his hands that rested on her thigh. She laid her hand atop one, admiring the difference in the size.

Zain turned his hand palm up, and she laced her hand in his. Zain locked his hand around her fingers, and Taeja smiled.

A little over an hour later, it was dark out and Taeja was making her way downstairs with Zain by her side. He was in a shirt that was tight against his muscles and shorts. Simple, but he was still yummy.

Taeja wished he would’ve gone shirtless like Wayne had opted to do, but she didn’t complain. She figured he didn’t want anyone gawking at his scars all night. The most he did was tie his hair up, showing the slash across his eye that always made him appear more rugged.

Sakara was in a one-piece swimsuit. She had glitter on her skin too, and her hair was changed to a curly wig — the front in two small ponytails and the rest trailing down to her mid-back. Paired with a full face of glamour makeup, she was runway-ready.

Jaheim was beside Sakara, holding her hand. Gold links were around his neck and wrists, a button-up clung to his slim build, along with jeans and Clarks. Taeja wondered if he’d bother with stepping on the sand at all.

Arriving downstairs, the ladies stopped to take a few pictures.

“Let me fix your lashes,” Sakara said, fixing the lashes on Taeja’s face.

“Mi nuh really wear dem sum ya. Hope mi nuh look like duppy show,” Taeja said.

Sakara laughed. “I did your makeup. Yu dolly dung.”

Taeja smiled, glancing at Zain. “Did Damon text?”

Zain glanced at his phone, then looked at her and shook his head. Taeja sighed. She wished Damon would’ve come to the party with them, but she guessed he preferred having fun with her mother.

“Anyway…” Sakara moved her hand from Taeja’s eyes. “You good now. We can go.”

Taeja nodded and walked into Zain’s hold. They made their way to the nude beach after leaving their phones in the makeshift lockers the organizers built.

“You’re going to have fun!” Sakara squealed.

“I hope so,” Taeja chuckled.

Wayne glared at everyone around them. “Cya tek so much foreigner ina one place.”

Sakara rolled her eyes. “For a person who works in tourism, you’re too miserable.”

“I like their money, not them.” Wayne quickly glanced at Zain and Taeja. “Except you two, of course,” he rushed out.

Taeja ignored Wayne to admire her surroundings. The stage was adorned with lights and a smoke machine, setting the vibe for the female artiste performing on stage. Music blasted from the speakers, barely drowning out the crowd’s loud singalong. A man dived off the top of a speaker, landing in the crotch of a woman lying bare on the sand in a spread-eagle position.

“Mi ratid!” Taeja exclaimed.

Jaheim chuckled. “First time at a Jamaican party?”

“At one like this ?” Taeja nodded.

Jaheim chuckled, then looked at Sakara. “What do you want, mami?”

Taeja looked at Zain. “You okay?” She wrapped her arms around his waist, and he nodded. “ Sure ? Because mi nuh waa yu feel uncomfortable.”

Zain chuckled. “I’m fine. Do you want anything?”

“Water.”

“Okay.” Zain kissed her forehead before disappearing into the crowd with Jaheim and Wayne.

Sakara grabbed Taeja’s arm. “Let’s go closer to the stage. It look like the special guest ago come out soon.”

Taeja allowed Sakara to lead her to the front of the crowd. Her brow raised as the organizers brought a motorbike on stage. After they left, Taeja almost fainted as the special guest appeared and started singing.

Kirone Tyke!

Taeja screamed at the top of her lungs. Fangirling so hard, tears came to her eyes.

Now Taeja wished phones were allowed. She would’ve pulled her phone out and recorded this moment to treasure it forever!

The crowd screaming and singing at the top of their lungs drowned out the live band in the background, but it added to the experience.

“Who waa join mi on stage as mi drop a song preview?” Kirone asked, and feminine squeals erupted from the crowd. Because she was at the front of the crowd, Kirone saw Taeja. He smiled at her, and Taeja’s heart almost ripped through her chest. He curled a finger at her. “Come here.”

“ Me ?” Taeja pointed at herself.

“Yes, you!” Sakara squealed, pushing Taeja toward the stage. “Gwan, girl!”

Dazed, Taeja allowed her feet to bring her onto the stage. This was really happening? To her? She stopped before Kirone, her nerves running through her body from being in the spotlight.

“Yaa move so shy?” Kirone teased.

“I’m not shy,” Taeja said, barely recognizing her voice.

“Prove it,” Kirone coaxed, his eyes darting to the bike before settling on her.

Taeja climbed onto the bike backward. Her back pressed against the handlebars as Kirone sat before her, looking between them as he slowly danced against her. He moved the mic to his mouth and began to sing an unreleased song, leaving Taeja’s senses in disarray as the sensual music filled the atmosphere. Kirone laid a hand on her waist, smirking as Taeja wrapped her legs around him. She pulled him closer while he moved his hips against her. Having the time of her life, she almost forgot where she was.

Until she felt it.

A specific pair of eyes on her.

She broke Kirone’s stare to look toward the crowd, spotting Zain making his way toward the stage.

Taeja quickly hopped off the bike. She hugged Kirone before running off the stage. She landed right in Zain’s hold. Without a word, he brought them to the back of the party.

Zain put the water in her hands, then crossed his arms. “I leave you alone for ten minutes and you’re on stage dancing on a random man?”

“ Random ?” Taeja scoffed. “That’s Kirone Tyke!”

“I don’t care who he is.”

Taeja sighed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you angry. I was just having fun.”

Zain stared at her for a long moment. It made her worry until he finally spoke. “I’m not angry.”

“You’re not?” she asked, somewhat surprised.

“No. You looked good up there,” he said. “But Damon’s going to be angry. You know how he feels about—”

Taeja sighed, feeling bad now. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

“Let’s go,” he said, walking away.

“Where are we going?” Taeja asked, giving Kirone a longing glance before following behind Zain .

Zain slowed down, falling into stride with her. “For Damon. I went to the lockers and saw him blowing up my phone.”

Passing by some people having sex in the darkness, they went to where they parked Wayne’s minibus earlier in the day. Zain opened the door for her, and they had a silent journey to Merissa.

Taeja was a nervous wreck. She hoped Zain didn’t bring it up to Damon, and she was too afraid to ask him not to. She was the one who spoke about them not having secrets, so she couldn’t do that to him.

Parking before Merissa’s house, Taeja watched as Damon exited with her mother beside him. Taeja exited the car and stood before her mother. “Goodnight.”

Cassedi’s eyes widened. “You’re comfortable wearing that?” Cassedi asked, and Taeja nodded. Cassedi sighed. “Okay…”

“I’m going to change when we get back to the hotel,” Taeja said, and the light returned to Cassedi’s eyes. Taeja forced a smile, wondering what her mother would’ve thought about the clothes she’d started wearing once she hit puberty.

Cassedi gave Taeja a quick hug. “May God cover you all under his blood.”

Taeja nodded and returned to the vehicle, gulping as Damon ignored her. The journey back was silent and stifling. They went to the room and Taeja went for a quick shower, not wanting to be in the room with them. But she could only stay in there for so long.

This guilt was almost as bad as the first time she snuck out of Jerry’s house and saw him at breakfast the next morning.

“How was the party?” Damon asked, his eyes narrowing as she sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned back against the headboard.

“It was fun,” Taeja answered earnestly.

“I bet it was,” Damon muttered. “That’s how you ended up on stage dancing with that man?”

Taeja’s eyes widened. She glanced at Zain, whose expression was impassive. She sighed and looked at Damon. “How do you—”

“Don’t worry about that.”

“I’m sorry. I was just having fun…”

“ Fun ?! You don’t think that was disrespectful to our relationship?”

Taeja glanced at Zain, who was still stoic. “Zain didn’t have a problem.”

“You’re doing it again, Taeja,” Damon snapped.

She bit her lower lip. “I’m sorry…”

“What are you apologizing for?” Zain asked.

Taeja sighed. “I keep… looking at you guys as one instead of different persons. But I swear it wasn’t like that this time.”

Damon scoffed. “You said—”

“Because I was with Zain!” she hissed. “I know he doesn’t care, so I didn’t think it’d be a problem for you! And that’s not to say I don’t respect our relationship, because I do, so I’d never do that around you!”

Zain looked at Damon. “You’re being hard on her.”

“I’m not being hard on her,” Damon retorted. “I just deserve the same respect, regardless of if she’s with you or me.”

Hearing how angry and hurt Damon sounded, Taeja sighed. “I’m sorry, Damon… I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Not only me, but yourself. Did you think about what could happen to your future if the hotel’s camera footage got into the wrong hands?” he asked, and her eyes widened before she looked away as her shoulders slumped.

Whore.

Disappointment.

“Damon,” Zain warned, his tone low and dark.

“Don’t do it, Zain. She’s lucky I have people who could handle that footage,” he said before exhaling a long breath. “Taeja, I know you’re trying, baby. I just got jealous and angry. I’m sorry if I was harsh on you.”

“It won’t happen again…” Taeja promised, now realizing why Zain had hurried to take her off the stage. She hadn’t been thinking clearly at all. “Can we talk about us again?”

“What do you want to talk about?” Damon asked, his tone lighter.

“I want to be a good girlfriend to both of you. And I’ve said before that this is my first real relationship, plus we haven’t known each other that long. So, it’s taking me a bit longer to adjust to something I’m not as… experienced… in, like the both of you. Please be patient with me.”

“Okay,” Zain said.

Damon exhaled a heavy breath. “Okay, baby.”

Taeja smiled. They spent the next few hours talking about their relationship — both individually and as a group — and setting down rules that would ensure everyone was comfortable in their complex relationship.

“We can’t get married?” Taeja asked, pulling her brows together.

Damon cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head. “Polygamy isn’t exactly legal—”

“We a go prison?”

Zain narrowed his eyes at her. “No.”

“People don’t get arrested for practicing polygamy, gorgeous. But it’s illegal to be married to more than one person,” Damon explained. “So, if you want to get married, you can’t marry both of us.”

“But I want to get married,” Taeja said, thinking back to how happy her parents were. Even if it became an act over the years, she knew her parents genuinely loved and cared for each other once upon a time. She wanted that for herself — a happy marriage, family, and life.

Damon and Zain exchanged glances. Then, Damon looked at her and said, “You’d marry Zain.”

“You don’t want to be married?” she asked, her shoulders slumping.

Zain didn’t strike her as the marriage type, but Damon did. She thought after what happened to his last marriage, he’d want to try again. With her.

“I’d want nothing more than for you to be my wife, gorgeous. But Zain was connected to the military. Realistically speaking, you’ll benefit more from a marriage with him.”

“And if you want kids, they’ll be Damon’s,” Zain added.

Taeja looked between them. “You put a lot of thought into this?”

“Yes,” Damon answered while Zain nodded.

Taeja frowned. “Mi nuh like this. I don’t like the concept of calling one of unu mi husband and the next my… boyfriend? It doesn’t even sound right anymore. And what about kids? I want kids. Lots of them. Just not before I graduate. And now this mek mi feel like that nago happen.”

“You’re thinking too hard, gorgeous,” Damon said. “Zain would help with our baby. Babies. Whatever amount you want.”

She looked at Zain. “You don’t want kids?” she asked, and he shook his head, making her shoulders slump more. “But what if something happens and I get pregnant by the both of you? Like what happened with your mom?”

“That won’t happen,” Zain said.

“How yu know dat?”

“That doesn’t happen very often, and I don’t come in you.”

She looked away from him, her voice lowering to say, “Oh…”

“You want to have my baby?” Zain asked.

Her head snapped up as she nodded. “Yes,” she said. “The both of you.”

Zain sighed, looking at the ceiling and mumbling something Taeja couldn’t hear.

“We ears dem deh ova here so, Zain,” Taeja said.

“I said you’re making me confused.”

“Me?” she asked, shocked. “How?”

“I don’t want kids of my own, but I want to give you what you want—”

“I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to,” Taeja said, then looked at Damon. “Just like I know you want to be married again… Cho, I wish there were two of me,” she said, and Damon chuckled.

“I don’t think I’ll be a good father,” Zain said. As Taeja opened her mouth to protest, Zain cut her off. “Let me finish. I’m not very good with people anymore. Don’t babies need attention twenty-four-seven? I can’t handle that. Not yet.”

“I’ll wait until you’re ready,” Taeja said. “Because I don’t want to have Damon’s baby if I can’t have yours. And I don’t want to marry you if I can’t marry Damon.”

Damon sighed. “Baby—”

“I’m being unrealistic, I know. So let’s put it like this. We don’t have to get married if I can’t marry both of you. I’m fine with that.”

“We’re not,” Zain said. “We’re never letting you go. Ever. And if anything happens to us, we want to ensure you’re set for life.”

“How? I won’t be married to Damon. ”

“I have a will, gorgeous. You and the kids would be in it,” Damon said. “Come here,” he said, and she straddled him. He wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed her forehead, running his hands up and down her back. “You don’t have to worry about this right now. We’ll figure it out, okay? Together.”

“Okay,” she said, biting back a yawn.

“Are you ready for bed?” he asked, and she nodded against his chest. Damon moved them around until they lay down.

Her head was on his chest, one of her feet thrown over his body. She watched Zain turn the ceiling lights off, turn the lamp on, then move to the couch and try to make himself comfortable. “Zain, can you sleep with us? Just for tonight? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable all night.”

“I’ve slept in worse places. Go to sleep,” Zain answered.

“Zain,” she insisted, having a silent stare-down with him until he sighed and gave in. He lay on the bed beside her, and she faced him.

Damon’s hand crawled beneath her sleep shirt, cupping her bare pussy, and she rolled her eyes. Damon picked up a habit of holding Taeja’s pussy to fall asleep, and it both amused and baffled her.

Zain kissed her lips, lightly tugging them between his teeth as he pulled away. “Goodnight.”

She smiled at him. “Goodnight,” she said, then looked over her shoulder. “Goodnight, Daddy.”

Damon smirked, kissing the back of her head. “Goodnight, gorgeous,” he replied, using his thumb to brush the top of her pussy.

“Unu seh goodnight to each other.”

Taeja laughed as they groaned. “A time now unu stop gwan so. Say it.”

“You know you act like our mom sometimes?” Damon grumbled.

“Exactly,” Zain agreed. “We should keep them away from each other.”

“Right, because Mom will probably try to show her our baby pictures if they get too close.”

“And what if she does?” Taeja teased. “Don’t want me to see how good-looking you two used to be?”

Zain raised his brow. “Used to be?”

Damon scoffed. “She’s styling us.”

Taeja burst out laughing. “I need to get you back to America before you forget your roots.”

Damon chuckled. “Goodnight, Zain.”

Zain looked at his brother and nodded.

“Say it!” Taeja pressed.

Zain rolled his eyes. “Night, bro,” he said before looking at Taeja. “Happy?”

“Yes.” She smiled, not missing how his eyes shone. Snuggling closer to Damon, she closed her eyes, drifting into a deep, peaceful slumber with her guys on both of her sides.