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One thing that I’ve learned I really enjoy is when Emerson has a long day, he doesn’t wind down with a glass of bourbon and relax on the couch. He comes home, and orders both of us to strip before doing very dirty things to us, which I love to play on repeat in my mind long after he’s fallen asleep.
These men have turned me into a sex fiend, and I’m not even mad about it.
Alistair has developed an obsession with my belly. I’m only three months along, but I’ve already got a little bump starting to grow and his hand always seems to be on it.
“Do you ever miss it?” I ask Alistair, squinting up at him as we walk, the sun shining in my eyes, obscuring my view of his handsome face.
“Miss what, Cupcake?” He smiles softly down at me.
“Working with Emerson. You’ve gone from a deadly mafia man to a glorified babysitter.” I look down at the path we’re walking when Alistair pulls me to a stop. I stumble into his chest. Gripping my chin, he forces me to look up at him.
My heart stutters at the hard look in his eyes, and I shiver, the mafia man very much showing right now. “I’m protecting my wife, and my baby. You two are the most precious things in the world to me… and Emerson. The thought of anything happening to you, makes me want to burn the fucking world down. Protecting you is not babysitting. It’s my job as your lover to watch over you. That is what I’m doing. While I sometimes miss the thrill of what our line of work can bring, I also love spending every moment I can with you.”
My breathing picks up as he slowly backs me up against the nearby tree. “Really?” I whisper. Tobin always made me feel like I was a burden no one wanted around. Before moving in with Emerson and Alistair, I was often alone. Not even the help talked to me except Margaret. Until I started waking up every morning with two bodies next to me, I didn’t realize just how lonely I was.
With all the time Alistair’s been spending with me, I was afraid he would get sick of me eventually.
“My little Cupcake.” His voice is a husky purr. “You have no idea just how obsessed I am with you.” He leans in, brushing his lips up my jaw. I whimper, a shiver taking over my body. He nips at my jaw, and I moan. “And the fucking noises you make. Cupcake, I’m seconds away from spinning you around, bending you over, and fucking you against this tree.”
“Do it,” I surprisingly say in a breathless moan.
“And let these unworthy swine see what's mine? Fuck that, baby. I’d kill anyone who saw your body who isn’t Emerson or myself,” he growls.
Something like that would scare off any normal person. But me? My panties are fucking soaked. And it’s not just the crazy horny hormones that have taken over my body.
“Come.” He moves away, and I pout from the loss. Chuckling, he holds out his hand, and I place my hand in his. “You need to get to class.”
Smiling, I let him pull me close. I hug his arm, my hand against his shoulder as we walk to my next class.
The dean has been good about him being on campus with me. Even a few of the professors have allowed him in the room as long as he sits in the back and minds his business.
I think they’re starting to regret that, though, because of the glare he gives to any of the male students who come too close to me.
This possessiveness he has might not be healthy, but I’ve never felt more loved, more wanted than I do with my men.
We’re walking toward the parking lot, getting ready to head back home when Alistair gets a call. “Hello?” I glance up, watching as a slow smile slips onto his face. “We’re heading to the car. We’ll be right over.”
“Who was that?” I ask as he slips his phone back into his pocket. I’m not sure if he’s going to actually tell me or not, because if it’s work he will just brush it off with a ‘no one important’.
“It was Emerson.” He’s still grinning but doesn’t say anything else. I’m not sure what's going on, but if he’s not offering up more information, I don’t want to pry. “Don’t worry, Cupcake. You will find out soon enough.”
When we get to the car, Alistair opens my door for me. “Thank you.” I smile and get in. I thought he would shut the door and go to his side, but he surprises me by leaning over and grabbing the seat belt to buckle me in. “Got to keep my loves safe,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss my belly and then back up to press a sweet but searing kiss to my lips.
I whimper, so many emotions hitting me at once. I love this man. I don’t care if it’s only been a few months, if I’m being honest I love them both. They’ve shown me nothing but how caring and protective they are. They want me taken care of and happy. It’s more than I ever thought I’d get. I want to tell him, but I feel like right now isn’t the time.
He nips at my lower lip as he pulls back, a smug, satisfied grin on his handsome face. “We’ll take care of that later, Cupcake, I promise.” He winks, and my whole body flushes.
Awesome, now I’m wet and horny. They better take care of it, or I’ll do it myself, right in front of them. Mhhmm, maybe I should do that anyway, and see how they react.
As soon as we get back, Alistair drops me off in the library and tells me he needs to go take care of something with Emerson and to wait here.
Of course that makes me suspicious. I try to stay still, to sit here and read my book like a good little girl, but it doesn’t last long.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m up and wandering around the mansion. I’m not allowed to leave the house without one of my guys, but they didn’t say anything about not being able to roam around within the grounds. I’ve just always had one of them with me.
This is the first time I’ve been truly alone since moving in. And what am I doing? Going to search for my men. Not just because I’m already bored with being on my own, but because I know they’re up to something. Alistair was way too happy when he got that phone call.
As I round one of the corners, I stop when I see two of Emerson’s men coming out of a room. “About time someone took the trash out,” he chuckles. “Tobin was a fucking disgrace to the Caputo name,” the blond one says, disappearing down the opposite directions.
