Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“Now I know exactly where I belong.”
“All of you, Janey. The brave parts. The scared parts. The parts that still worry about what your mom thinks. The parts that want to forgive her and the parts that are angry. We love every single piece, Janey. And we’re not going anywhere.”
Brookes nods, his thumb stroking slow circles on my leg. “You’re ours, darlin’. You’re ours through the hard days. Through the stares and the gossip and whatever else comes our way. We’re claiming you, and we’ll protect you. And that baby you’re carrying? We’re going to love that child with everything we have.”
Tears prick my eyes again, but this time they feel different. Cleansing.
“I love you both,” I whisper. “So much it scares me sometimes.”
Mason leans in and kisses me softly, then rests his forehead against mine. “Good. Because we’re never letting you go.”
Brookes kisses the side of my neck, then my shoulder. “Finish your food, baby. Then we’re taking you upstairs and showing you exactly how much you belong to us.”
The rest of the meal passes in a warm, quiet haze. They keep touching me with little reassuring brushes of fingers on my arm, my thigh, my cheek. When I finally push my bowl away, Mason stands and scoops me up like I weigh nothing.
“Bedroom,” he says simply.
Brookes rises behind us, gathering the empty bowls with one hand before seeming to reconsider. He leaves them on the table.
“Dishes can wait.”
That makes me smile against Mason’s chest. “Scandalous.”
Brookes follows us toward the stairs. “Darlin’, after tonight, dirty dishes will be the least scandalous thing about this house.”
For the first time since my parents arrived, I laugh without pain.
Mason carries me upstairs, and Brookes stays close, one hand trailing along my calf, then my ankle, like he can’t bear not touching me.
The moment the bedroom door clicks shut behind us, the last thread of my restraint snaps. I turn in Mason’s arms and kiss him hard, pouring every fear, every ounce of relief, and every bit of love I have into it. He moans into my mouth, his hands sliding down to grip my ass and pull me flush against him.
Brookes presses in from behind, his lips brushing my neck. “Easy, darlin’,” he murmurs. “We’ve got you. Let us love you right tonight.”
The bed has been unmade since this morning. One of Mason’s shirts lies over the chair. Brookes’s good hat rests on the dresser. My book sits open on the nightstand.
It looks lived in.
Shared.
Ours.
They undress me slowly, taking their time to drink their fill of my curves. Mason peels his flannel shirt from my body as Brookes drops to his knees and kisses every inch of my stomach, whispering against my skin.
“Look at you,” he breathes, voice rough with wonder. “Carrying our baby. Your body’s already changing for us. So fucking beautiful.”
Mason’s hands cup my breasts from behind, his thumbs circling my darkened nipples until I whimper. “These are fuller now,” he growls softly. “Getting ready to feed our child. God, Janey… you have no idea what that does to me.”
I tremble between them, overwhelmed by their words, their heat, and their hunger. My skin feels too tight, too sensitive. Every touch sends sparks racing through me.
They lay me down on the big bed together. For long minutes, they simply worship me, mouths and hands everywhere, tasting, touching, and claiming. Brookes settles between my thighs and licks me with slow, deep strokes of his tongue. Mason kisses me through every moan, swallowing my cries while his fingers play with my sensitive nipples.
When I’m shaking on the edge, Brookes moves up my body and slides inside me in one smooth, claiming thrust. I gasp at the stretch, still slick and tender.
“That’s it,” he rasps, burying himself to the hilt. “Take me, baby. Let me feel how much you need us.”
Mason kneels beside us, stroking his huge cock as he watches Brookes fuck me with deep, deliberate strokes. Every thrust pushes me higher until I come hard around Brookes, crying out both their names.
They switch.
Mason flips me onto my hands and knees and pushes back inside me from behind, groaning at how wet and open I am.
“You’re ours,” Mason growls, hips snapping forward. “This pussy is ours. This belly is ours. This baby is ours. Say it.”
“I’m yours. All yours.”
Brookes’s hand tangles gently in my hair. “That’s our good girl.”
The words send me spiraling again. I come hard, clenching around Mason as he fucks me through it. He follows with a deep groan, pressing in as far as he can and filling me with hot, thick pulses of his release.
Brookes flips me over and takes his place immediately after, sliding once again into my cum-slick heat with a possessive growl. He fucks me slower this time, deeper, grinding against that perfect spot with every thrust.