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“Seeing you—getting back to you fueled my fight. So, when I came back and found that you were gone because they picked me instead of you, I was beyond pissed. They fucking chose wrong!”
He must see the horror on my face because he rushes on, “I was the one who fucked up. You told me to stay. I promised you I’d be safe and would come right back to you. I allowed my ego to put us all in a precarious position, and you paid for it. Anything that happened to me once I was taken was my cross to bear—not yours.”
Inhaling, I dig my nails into the palms of my hand to prevent me from slapping the idiot upside his head. “If you ever sacrifice yourself for me, I’ll bring you back to life to kill you myself.”
Owen’s features darken, and his nostrils flare like he’s trying to compose himself. “It’s a death I’d welcome before I see any harm come to you or our babies—a sentiment I know all of us share. We’d sooner welcome the Apocalypse, ending humankind as we know it.”
My lips thin, and the tightness in his jaw slackens, morphing into another freaking smirk. “Luckily for you, none of us plan to let even death separate us. ”
I glare, trying to pull from his hold, but his grip only tightens. It’s not enough to hurt. It’s just enough to give me pause. “Yet here you stand, ready to die and leave me,” I mutter.
Owen tugs me into his chest and cups my face in his palms, angling my head until I meet his eyes. “Never,” he growls, lowering his lips to mine.
Moaning, I relax, allowing myself to get lost in the feel of his mouth on mine. His tongue slips between my lips, and I meet his advances with my own. My hands travel up the expanse of his broad, muscular chest before I wrap them around his neck. I can’t press completely into him because two bundles of joy have decided to be cock blockers.
The reminder of pregnancy splashes cold water over my face. I want to get lost in his arms forever, but we have a lot to discuss.
Sighing, I step back, and Owen grumbles, making me snort. “We need to finish talking. I have questions. Ones that need to be answered before I can let any of you back in.”
He studies me more for a moment, then groans, “I know. I don’t have to like it, though.”
My snort morphs into a full laugh as I shake my head, tugging him to sit on my couch. None of my questions will be answered if we sit on the bed.
“You would laugh at my pain,” Owen grumbles, gripping himself through his pants.
Biting my lip, I reason with myself, arguing that just a few touches before we discuss things can’t hurt. Down, you horny bitch. I hear him snicker and pinch his side. “Now, who’s laughing at who?”
His hand glides up my thigh and squeezes as a mischievous smile crests his face. Owen leans over, wrapping his lips around my peaked nipple and sucking through my shirt while cupping my other breast. I throw my head back, welcoming the sensations coursing through my body. My pussy clenches, and I desperately want to table our conversation until we both come.
Owen nips the raised peak before renewing his assault. His hand drops from my chest, dipping beneath the fabric of my lounge pants. My legs fall open, giving him greater access, and he rewards me by swirling the tips of his fingers over my clit.
Desperately needing more, I lift my hips and grind in sync with his pace. I’m about to say fuck it when his mouth and hands disappear. “Time to talk,” he teases, and now I want to murder him for a completely different reason.
“Stupid touching me and getting me turned on when you know we need to have a serious discussion fucker,” I mumble. Only serving to make him laugh harder.
My eyes narrow to slits as I reach down and grab his shaft, pumping him through his sweats. “Fuck, Angel,” Owen grunts as his gaze heats. I increase my pace, and he reaches for me. I pat his hand away and release my grip on his dick.
Owen protests, and I smile in victory. He shakes his head, then clears his throat, adjusting himself before raising his hands. “Okay. Okay. I surrender. Ask away. Just know once we’re finished, I’m going to make you choke on my cock after you ride my face.”
Licking my lips, I catch my breath and give him a few moments to collect himself before I ask, “Why couldn’t any of you tell me?”
“We couldn’t risk you getting hurt. There were and still are too many unknown variables, and none of us are willing to put you in harm’s way. Especially once we found out you are pregnant.” He pauses, staring deep into my eyes before he continues. “A snowball has a greater chance in hell than any scenario where we allow you to get hurt. We stayed away as much as it pained us. I was a literal walking time bomb.”
I clench my fists. All my earlier lust is doused at the reminder of the explosive implanted in his body. I’m going to peel Samantha’s skin off before feeding what’s left of her to that fucking prink of a senator.
Part of me warms to their steadfast need to keep me safe. The other part still wants to stomp on their dicks for not at least telling me.
“But the football game?” I inquire.
“It was a very slim window of opportunity I selfishly took advantage of. I was drowning without you. Seeing you but not being able to love you the way you deserve cracked me open. It was a stupid move. One of the guys made sure I understood.”
A scene I’ve desperately tried to scrub from my memory flits across my mind. “The engagement party. When she. . . when she. . .” I can’t make myself say the words.
Understanding my struggle, Owen replies, “It was the only way to get her close enough to deactivate the chip. I’ll be sorry for how I treated you that night and what it caused for the rest of my life.” His eyes well with tears, a lone one cascades down his face, but before they can finish its descent, I lean forward and lick it away. Then I lift his hand to the “O” near my heart.
“That musty cunt rag and the slimy senator don’t get any more of any of our heartache.” I rise and straddle his lap before continuing. “They only get to lay at the feet of our rage before we end them.”
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