Page 62 of Hunted By Them

I rubbed my hand over my belly and couldn’t believe that my life had taken such a drastic turn, but I was happy. Happier than I ever thought I could be, and our little family was going to grow by one in a few more weeks. I was officially thirty-two weeks pregnant today. We were overjoyed, and they’d even agreed not to find out who the father was since it didn’t matter. We were a family, and I was pretty sure that it wouldn’t take them long to knock me up again. They were sort of obsessed with it.

The only downside, if you could call it one…horny. I was so horny all the damn time. So much so that the guys had started taking turns, much like being on a rotation, so that they could each perform to their fullest potential. I laughed, remembering when Ryder had told me that.

I’d also managed to keep my promise to Beth. The four of us were currently being led down the hallway to her changing room. The employee knocked on the door, and I heard her voice yell that it was open.

“You have guests,” the guy announced. Beth looked up in the cracked mirror she was using to do her makeup. She squealed and ran at me. I stepped inside, and my hypersensitive nose felt assaulted. The greenroom smelled like cheap hairspray and stale smoke.

“Oh my God, look at you. You’re so beautiful. It’s true what they say about glowing, you look radiant.” Beth hugged me tight. “Are these the very lucky men?”

I laughed. “Yes, this is Ryder, Dash, and Jaxon.”

Beth shook their hands one at a time before she mouthed, Way to go, girl. When Beth stepped back, she was smiling but trembling like a leaf. Nerves were written all over her pretty face.

“Me, beautiful? Girl, you look fabulous,” I said, and she lit up.

“I don’t know. I’m so freaking nervous about this. I’ve never been the headliner, just the opening act. What if they hate me?” She walked back to the mirror, looking truly terrified.

“You’re going to own this crowd, Beth. You’ve worked so hard for this, and this place wouldn’t have booked you to headline if they didn’t love you,” I told her, slipping behind her and wrapping my arms around her shoulders. “Five hundred people are about to see what I already know…you’re a goddamn star, and I’m going to see you win a Grammy one day. You’ve got this.”

She laughed, voice shaky but real. “Sage, don’t make me cry before I’ve even sung a note.”

Ryder leaned against the wall, massive arms folded, blue eyes following me like he had never stopped hunting. Jaxon lounged in a folding chair, tapping his foot to the muffled bass spilling through the floor. Dash paced the little room like a wolf too restless for walls. They took up entirely too much space.

Beth glanced at them and grinned. “Well, I’m happy you all made it. I can’t wait ‘til I’m off the stage and we can catch up.

“I can’t wait, either. I love you, and I believe in you.” I squeezed her tight until a smile spread across her face.

The stage manager’s knock cut the moment. “Fifteen minutes.”

Beth took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and turned back to the mirror. “Go, I need to finish my makeup and maybe throw up,” she said, making me laugh. “If I see your face out there, I’ll know I can do this.”

I kissed her cheek, whispered one last, I’m proud of you, and pulled the guys out into the hallway.

The roar of the crowd was louder here, bass thumping through the walls. I grabbed Ryder’s arm, and as he looked down, he knew what I needed.

“It’s Dash’s turn. We’ll go get a spot by the bar and a chair for you to sit on.”

“Thank you,” I said, snagging Dash’s sleeve. “We’ll be right there.”

Dash’s grin was wicked as he tugged me the opposite way, out the back door and into the alley. Nashville’s night air hit warm and thick, the brick wall damp under my palms as he spun me and pressed me into it.

My body burned like I was still in heat, like I was back in the forest. Dash grabbed my hips, pulled my skirt up, and I sighed as the cool air hit my bare ass. There was no point in wearing underwear anymore. His growl was warm and filled with need against my ear.

“Filthy girl,” Dash rasped, grinding against me, one hand locking at my hip. “You walk around carrying our baby, and look at you. Still the slut dripping for us, begging for more. I should get you to crawl on your slutty hands and knees for this cock. You’ll never be satisfied, will you?”

The bass from inside rattled the bricks beneath my hands, each vibration running through my arms, into my chest, and right between my legs. The music bled into our rhythm, our personal storm.

I moaned, head tipping back, and the rain from earlier still clinging to the night air.

“Dash…please, I’m begging you. I need you right now. I can never have enough.”

“That’s right,” he snarled, voice all hunger and mockery. “Say my name loud enough that they’ll hear it over the drums. Used in the mud, against walls, what’s next? You want me to fuck you in a dirty washroom or on the table in a restaurant.”

I moaned and pressed my ass back into him.

“Yes. I want it all.” My nails clawed at the brick, every nerve raw. The bass line inside rose, and the crowd shouted along with the lyrics.

Dash bit my throat, growling into my skin. “Take it, Sweet Daisy. Take every filthy inch and remember you asked for this.”