SARAH My throat dries up immediately. I’m totally stunned and short of words just sitting there, listening to his promise to utterly devour me—which I know he has every intention of keeping. The frown on my face slowly disappears as I blink at him. I want to tell him, all of them—the news of my pregnancy is heavy on the tip of my tongue. Seeing how they’re all looking at me like I’m a three course meal, I can’t help but worry they’ll hurt the babies. That is possible, right? I’m not quite sure what the rules are for sex during pregnancy. I make a mental note to ask my doctor during my next antenatal session. “What are you thinking about?” Ronan asks, gently stroking my left cheek as he leans toward me. I try to look away, but I can’t. “It’s nothing,” I lie, pushing the thought to the back of my mind. “Nothing important, at least.” “Everything about you is important, kitten.” Malachi responds, kissing the side of my neck. My eyelids slowly press shut as I lean backwards, letting my back melt into the chair. Warm air kisses the skin of my face, but I do not open my eyes. Not even when Ronan kisses me with wet lips that taste of me, nothing but my pussy juice. He sucks on my lower lip, stirring the whirlpool in the pit of my stomach so quickly, I squeeze my legs shut. My thighs clench, firmly pressed together to give me some sort of friction. I’ll settle for anything right now. Ronan smiles against my lips. His palms encircle my knees, forcing my legs apart. I choke on the moan that almost leaves my mouth as his lips crash on mine. “I’m going to let Mal take it from here.” He whispers, pulling away from me. I watch him closely, brows knitted, throat tight. My heart is racing from the sheer anticipation bursting in my veins. Grey eyes stay fixated on mine. There’s no knowing what Malachi would do next, especially when he has that sinister smile on his face. God. I swallow hard as the hot tears flood the corners of my eyes. I had missed them so much. With everything that happened…when everything happened…I thought it was over, that I was going to die and never see them again. Telling Jaxon I loved them and not hearing him say it back, I closed my eyes that night ready to lose it all. Yet, here I am. Surrounded by them again. Malachi’s firm hands lock around my waist as he pulls me up from the wheelchair. My cheeks swell with a smile. “What are you doing?” “You’ll see.” Watching me blush must do something to him. His hard cock pushes against my wet mold as he locks my legs around his waist, slowly moving to the couch behind us. He slowly settles into it. I know he’s being careful not to upset my leg injury. The butterflies in my stomach are fucking restless. These little actions, the little moments full of care make it harder to fight back my tears. It’s worse when I stare into those calm grey eyes of his and Luke’s words come rushing to me. The brothers, especially Malachi, never seemed bothered by anything. But Luke saw fear in their eyes for the first time, all because of me. This man loves me. They all do. My heart swells in my chest. The ache of longing slowly caves away, giving space for something softer, sweeter—a strange type of love that overflowed until it pressed against my lips, begging to be released. The urge completely engulfs me, leaving zero room for any remotely coherent thoughts. I reach for him, fisting the front of his shirt and crushing my mouth into his. His eyes widen at first, and my cheeks burn with slight embarrassment. However, when I try to pull away, he pulls me back in with his right hand, fingers moulding the skin of my bare ass underneath my shirt. My kiss is far from gentle. It’s wild, desperate, soaked in every ache I had felt while longing for them. Ronan and Jaxon sit beside us, leaving Malachi and I in the middle. I turn to Ronan, breathless. “I’m all yours, kit…” I barely let him finish his words before I grab him by the collar and kiss him. He still tastes like me, and I’m determined to suck every bit of my cunt juice off these succulent lips. My teeth graze his lips slowly as I peel myself away from him. It’s Jaxon’s turn now. He’s grinning like a teenage boy about to kiss his first crush. “I was beginning to think you had forgotten about me.” That boyish look is there again. Underneath all this exterior is a cold blooded killer. Who gives a fuck anymore? He’s my killer. And he’ll do anything for me. A faint chuckle escapes my lips. For him, I move a bit slower. “Not a chance in hell.” I whisper into his ear, fingers spread along the hard lines of his jaw. My tongue trails over the length of his ear. “Fuck, Sarah.” “Look at me.” He tilts his head slowly, hazel brown eyes meet mine. “I love you.” And this time, I let them know I mean every single word. His throat bobs, and I turn away to examine his brothers. “We love you too.” Their words echo simultaneously, and I believe them. Call me insane, but I do. However, some things need to change. I close my eyes and suck in a deep breath. My head and heart won over my pussy afterall. “I want to do this again, I really do. But there’s something…we have to talk first.” Malachi nods. “I was hoping you’ll say that.” “We know you’ve been bothered, Sarah. I thought we could talk first, but you were so…” Ronan pauses, his right hand moves to the back of his head, and I chuckle lightly. “Alright, scoot over.” Malachi helps me sit up straight, and I settle on Ronan’s thighs, but stretch both my legs across the three of them. Jaxon rubs my toes, and Malachi’s fingers drum against my knee. “I want us to do this right this time, because I really want to be with you three just like you want to be with me, but some things are going to have to change. I want nothing more than to go upstairs and have my back blown out…” Ronan’s cock pokes my ass, and I stare down at him. He peels his gaze away, and I catch the color that creeps into his cheeks. “You’re something else, do you know that?” My smile broadens as I beat his shoulder with my index finger. “I can’t help it.” I roll my eyes. Perks of the female body. No one knows when you’re horny until you act like it. In my case…well, my nipples want to betray me, but I tuck my hands into my shirt so they’re not visible anymore. Problem solved…for now. “Whatever. Back to what I was saying. While I was at the hospital, the doctor shared something with me. Something you three have to know.” Ronan’s right hand curves around my waist in instinct. His brothers sit up straight. “Is everything alright, baby?” “What happened?” “Did that bastard do any permanent damage?” Jaxon fumes. “I’ll dig his body from the grave and cut him to shreds again if he…” “It’s not that.” I cut in. I’m going to have to do something about Jaxon’s swift desire for violence. “Why did you make his death public anyway? You could have buried it the same way you bury everything else.” I can’t believe those words leave my mouth, but it’s one of the things I’ve been worried about. Why did they have to attract so much attention to it? “He called us cowards.” Malachi replies. My brows furrow. “And you had to prove him wrong by bringing the authorities into this?” “We’ve wiped everything clean. To the rest of the world, we were fast asleep on the night of his murder. And if any surprises pop up, we’ll take care of it.” Ronan’s voice is soothing, but not enough to completely erase the dread in my stomach. I don’t bother to ask what “handling it” means. The more I pretend not to know, the better. “I hope so,” I let myself melt into Ronan’s arms. “Now that you’re about to be fathers, you need to behave and stay out of trouble.” There it is. I drop the bomb so casually, even if my heart is about to explode. I’m not sure how they’re going to react to it, or if they’ll react at all. Ronan kisses the top of my head. “We have it under control,” he says. “You can trust us…” My throat goes dry again. Does it mean they have no reaction at all? Wrong. Malachi’s eyes are the widest I’ve ever seen them, and Jaxon looks like his jaw is about to fall from the rest of his face. “…we’re not going to get into any trouble, I pro…” “Dude.” Malachi cuts Ronan short, placing a hand on his shoulder. “She said we're about to be fathers.” Ronan whips his head so fast, I worry his neck would crack. “What did you just say?” And like a fucking maniac, I start laughing.