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“I’ll—uh, help,” Kieran mutters, following Asher out of the room.
As everyone leaves the room, my eyes slowly fall shut, succumbing to the much-needed rest I’ve been craving. The last thing that goes through my mind when the noises around me cease to exist is…
This is what life would have been like if they had been there from the beginning. One to watch her. Two to cook. And one to gather the necessary wine.
The first thingI notice when my mind comes back to the land of the living is… I’m not on the couch anymore. A softness cradles every inch of my body like a floating cloud. The only thing missing is the blissful winds cooling me as I slumber.
The second thing I notice is the burning heat searing through two sides of my body. Front and back. Oh, and the hands in places they shouldn’t be, petting my skin in soft circles.
My eyes fly open, greeting the dark world. Only the outline of one mullet-headed, determined man snuggling his face into my neck greets my waking mind.
“What the hell?” I croak, trying to remove Rad’s face from burrowing further into the crook of my neck.
“Brings back memories, doesn’t it, Pretty Girl? You, me, and Callum snuggled close.” His warm breath brushes against my neck, sending delightful shivers. “I didn’t even have to sneak into your room this time.”
But also…what the fuck?
“Rad,” I grumble, trying to bring my hands to his chest.
Instead, the stupid covers hold me hostage, tying them together. Not that I’m complaining. Every girl deserves a little nookie. Right? It’s scientifically proven that sex reduces stress. Orgasms bring relief and chase everything else away. Am I convincing myself that what I’m doing is okay? Yeah, probably. I’ve avoided these feelings with them for days now. And suddenly, I’m falling headfirst into them without stopping myself.
Besides, I don’t have the heart to move. For some fucked up reason, my body sags into them. My comfort. My damn home between their bodies. Memories float to the surface of our time together beneath the sheets of my bed in my old bedroom.
“Don’t sweat it, Pretty Girl. It’s early. We don’t have shit to do. Rest with us,” he mumbles convincingly, holding me closer. “Just stay here in our arms for a little while.”
I sigh. Defeat washes over me. Not that I fought to remove their hands from wandering over my bare…
“Rad! Where are my pants?” I hiss, wiggling my bare toes. “And socks? Shoes?” I swear, before I came in here, I had all the necessary clothes covering my body. And now? Poof! They’re missing.
“You, uh…kicked everything off when we helped you to bed,” Callum rasps, resting his large, lethal hand on my barely covered ass under the damn blankets. “We tried to stop you, but you told us…”
“You’re a bunch of assfaces. Let me get naked for you and rub my titties all over you,” Rad mocks with a high-pitched voice, chuckling through the entire sentence.
“Something like that,” Callum mutters with a huff.
“I did not.” My cheeks heat at the thought. Why the fuck can’t I remember? I didn’t even drink the wine. Did I?
“You didn’t even stay awake for the pork chops Asher cooked. That asshole is getting more and more domestic. Lyric tore into the meat like a rabid dog,” Rad chuckles, silently reminiscing about the dinner I missed.
My heart sinks. I left her without a second thought, falling asleep the moment I sat on the couch. Granted, it was a long ass night of hopping on a plane and making it to Illinois so damn early. Then, the trip to Callum’s house took hours from the nearest airport. By the time we settled in, it was evening. Guilt churns through me. How could I do that to her? She’s probably frightened by the sudden change and not to mention the damn blood that was on our porch. Whenever I close my eyes, the evil word—mine—shines bright red behind my eyelids, haunting me. I can only imagine what it’s doing to my four-year-old.
“She was brutal,” Callum murmurs. “I think she almost bit Kieran’s finger off.” A deep, vibrating laugh rattles through my back. Callum takes several deep breaths, burying his nose in the depths of my hair. A deep, relaxed sigh rocks through him when he finally settles against me.
“Where is she? I didn’t… God, I’m a terrible mother,” I mumble, squeezing my eyes shut and making a move to peel myself away from them. Heavy hands hold me down, refusing my efforts to escape.
I’ve been so damn consumed with everything happening that I haven’t checked in with Ly again to make sure she’s okay. She sat between Rad and Kieran throughout the plane ride, entertaining them with her wild stories. She seemed okay—happy, even.
“She’s fine, Little Star.”
“You’re not a terrible mother, Pretty Girl. I’m fucking positive you’re the best I’ve ever seen. You raised a spectacular human being.” Taking a deep breath, Rad brushes his lips against my neck without hesitation.
Fuck. Fire devours my insides. My teeth sink into my tongue, refusing to let the moan billow from behind my lips. If he keeps that up, I’m a goner, falling deeper and deeper into them. And it’s always them, isn’t it? Rad and Callum together have this way of unraveling every inch of me until I’m theirs.
“Thank you for being there for her. You’re a goddamn amazing mom, and I feel so fucking honored you included me in the dad category,” Rad murmurs, kissing up my neck.
And wouldn’t you know, my traitorous body melts under his touch. My neck elongates, allowing him access. And that damn moan I hid softly leaks out, filling the room.
“I-I never wanted her to feel like she didn’t have a father...” My breath shudders in my chest. “Fuck,” I moan when Callum swivels his hips. A hard, long object pokes my ass, and his sexy-as-sin, low moans fill my ears. One after the other, igniting my entire body into an inferno of need.
