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I finger-combed the tangles from my hair, making a pit stop in the bathroom to do my business and brush my teeth. I didn’t want to take too long, hoping they wouldn’t wait for me to start eating.
Once I got to the kitchen, Brent turned toward the coffeepot and grabbed a mug, filling it with wonderful smelling coffee.
“Morning, dollface. How did you sleep?” His smirk made him look wicked, and I thought of just how well I had slept after getting off to them.
My face burned as I reached for the mug and thanked him. “I slept very well, actually. Your bed is very comfortable.” I realized how my words sounded and quickly corrected them. “Uh, the bed. In the room. My room. That you let me sleep in. It was very comfortable. Thank you.”
To shut myself up, I took a large swallow and then nearly spat the coffee back into my cup as it scorched my mouth. A cup of orange juice was placed in front of me, my eyes watering from the pain, and I gratefully took it and let the cold liquid cool my burning mouth.
“Careful. Are you okay?”
I waved off the concern as nonchalantly as I could and slumped in the nearest chair. “I’m fine,” I rasped out, embarrassed, not meeting their eyes. A bottle of coffee creamer was placed in front of me, and I saw it was a French vanilla flavor. I mumbled my thanks and doctored my coffee, careful to take a small sip instead of the stupid gulp I had done a minute ago. I groaned at the rich flavor, wondering how long it had been since I’d had a good cup of coffee.
I looked up when I heard two groans coming from both men to see them staring at me with identical looks of hunger in their eyes. I blinked, dazed at what I thought I was seeing on their handsome faces. There was no way I was seeing… desire. Was there?
I looked back down at my cup of coffee and tried to ignore the butterflies that suddenly took flight in my belly. After a few prolonged seconds, the men turned back to what they had been doing before the strangeness of the last few minutes. I sat there, resisting the urge to prod at my scalded tongue with my fingertip like a weirdo, and watched them through my lowered lashes. And if I sighed internally at the pure masculine beauty in front of me… well, I was only human.
Ten
BRENT
I hadto quickly look away from the beautiful sight of our girl enjoying her coffee as if it were solely responsible for the orgasm she’d had the night before. Turning to face the stove, I adjusted my cock behind my jeans. I tried to make my erection more comfortable instead of the odd and painful angle it had been in when the blood rushed to it so fast it nearly tore a hole through the denim.
We were playing dirty. I knew it. Ethan knew it. All’s fair in love and war, right? And we had decided that this was a war that we were going to win. If we had made sure to leave the door open a crack in order to pique our girl’s interest, then I guess I would just have to apologize to her later for the underhanded tactics that we would deploy. After she’s ours, wearing our ring, and has our baby in her belly.
I froze. Staring down at the eggs I was scrambling, and not seeing shit. A baby? It was something we had never discussed. Of course, gay couples have children all the time. We both knew that. But it wasn’t something that we had ever brought up. Me as a father?
Sweat broke out on my forehead, and the hand holding the spatula began to tremble. I couldn’t be a dad. What if I was just likehim? But my girl. I closed my eyes, squeezing them tight. Picturing my girl, round with mine or Ethan’s baby. It was something I never, not once, ever thought I’d want. But now? The thought terrified me and equally filled me with a longing so strong my knees shook.
Fuck.
“Hey, babe. Are you okay?” I opened my eyes to meet Ethan’s whiskey ones.
“Yeah,” I cleared my throat, and my face heated at the crack in the word. “I need to do something. Be right back.” I shoved the spatula into his hand and practically ran from the room, not stopping until I was leaning over the sink in the primary bath. I stood there for a long minute. My stiff arms and sweaty palms bearing the brunt of my weight against the edge of the counter while I tried to focus.
I felt hot and cold all at once. Like the time I’d had the flu, and my whole body had been shaking with chills while a fever raged inside me. I felt just as weak now as I did then, too.
“Fuck,” I grunted into the reflection in front of me. That man looked like he’d seen a ghost. He looked… scared. I jerked on the tap and splashed cold water over my face, not caring that I was getting droplets all over my work tee.
Casey was all I could think about. Well, her and the scary as fuck thought of a baby made from my seed. I held my breath as I met my eyes in the mirror. I realized I wanted it. I knew, I just fucking knew, I would never be like my old man. And if there were ever a time that I started to become anything like him, I had Ethan there to kick my ass.
I watched as the corners of my lips curved up. The tremors that had been wracking my body slowed down, and my heart stopped trying to jump out of my chest. A calmness not unlike the one I felt when I delivered justice came over me, making my breaths deeper and my senses sharper. While the calm washed through my veins, the surety of the future moved in. If Casey wanted children, I would be there with her every step of the way. Ethan would be on the other side of her, and with the two of us as her protectors, we would build a family.
I turned off the tap and pulled a hand towel off the rail to pat the moisture from my face. Filled with a new determination, I hung the towel back up and opened the door to see Ethan leaning against the closed door of our room, his arms crossed and a concerned look on his face.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
I grinned at him and stalked forward until I was pressed against him, instantly feeling my dick twitch at his closeness. I captured his mouth in a rough kiss that he immediately accepted, unfolding his arms and grabbing mine, holding me to him as our tongues battled for dominance.
I pulled back, savoring the taste of him on my lips. “Just coming to terms with things.”
“Anything you want to share?” He cocked a brow as one of his hands glided over my hard chest. It was a gesture that comforted me just as much as it turned me the fuck on. There was no time to do anything with the pounding lust that filled me as we stared at each other.
“Just realizing that we could be daddies sooner than we ever thought.” I winked, but I didn’t think he saw it as his eyes glazed over and his jaw dropped in shock. I was chuckling when I pushed him out of the way of the door, and walked down the hall and back to our girl.
I could hear him choke out, “Daddies?” as I passed Casey’s door and thought about how soon we’d be able to move her from that room and into ours. There was a possibility that she would want to maintain her own private space. If that were the case, I would make sure she knew the primary bedroom would be all hers. Ethan and I would take one of the smaller rooms.
I walked into the kitchen, still grinning, and noticed the scrambled eggs that I had been working on were in a bowl on the table, along with a plate of toast and bacon. Casey was sitting there staring out the window with a faraway look on her face.
