“She called me mom. I didn't think she would want to.” Nolan wipes the tears from my cheeks as Carter pulls me in, hugging me tight. “Bridgette never wanted to be called mom, said she was too young and insisted Aria call her by her name.” Nolan says. “Although not as showy as Zoe, she’s thrilled you're joining our family.” I sigh with delight and give them both a kiss before moving out of their laps and following after the girls. My girls. Life is good.
Chapter Thirteen
SOMETIME LATER, LOUIS has dinner bubbling on the stove, and the girls and I are splashing around in the pool while the guys meet with ‘The Brad.’ Much to my relief, he arrives in a Porsche wearing an expensive suit and carrying a briefcase. I had visions of Hawaiian shirts and flip flops, so to say I was reassured is an understatement. I’d desperately wanted to be involved in the conversation, but Nolan asked me to keep the girls company, and he would fill me in later. There was no way I was going to argue with him.
Climbing out, I dry myself and lay down on a sun lounge to watch the girls. The monster dog, who I’ve discovered is Carter’s, is named Max, and he makes himself comfortable on the ground next to me. His tongue hangs out of his mouth and his doggy breath pants after spending some time running around the pool, jumping in and out and barking at the girls. Aria is patiently helping Zoe to swim around the shallow end with a pool noodle. Zoe is chattering away, not a care in the world.
“Mommy.” My heart jumps in joy every time she says it. “Can you ask daddy for a baby, please?” I sit up straight in surprise as she goes on. “We want a little brother. Don’t we, Aria?” She looks to her for confirmation, and Aria screws up her nose. My heart drops. Maybe she doesn't want another child in the family. “Not a brother. Boys are smelly. A sister, please.” And just like that, she puts in her request and eases my worries.
I lay back down, my hand going over my belly. I guess there’s a chance there could be one already on the way. It’s not like we used protection. “I’ll let Daddy know your requests,” I tell them both. And Uncle Louis and Uncle Carter. So much has happened since yesterday. I really can’t believe it. I must ring Serena and let her know I’m ok, since the last she saw me, I was threatening bodily harm.
Conjuring my phone, it appears in my hand. I dial Serena's number, but it rings out, going to her messages. I wait for the beep and leave one. “Hey Sis, give me a call when you get a chance. I have so much to tell you.” Pressing the screen, I hang up and return my phone to where it came from. Stretching my arms, I decide it’s time to get the girls out of the pool and feed them some dinner. It's getting late. The meeting with ‘The Brad’ is taking longer than I thought.
AFTER DINNER AND A bath, I read the girls a story. Hansel and Gretel is the request. I’m surprised, thinking it might be too scary, but the girls just laugh at me. We finish up, and after lots of cuddles, I turn out the lights and pull the door almost closed on the girl's room. Allowing a crack for the hallway light to shine through, I make my way back downstairs to see what the guys are up to. ‘The Brad’ was just leaving when the girls said goodnight to the guys, and I want to know what was discussed. I find them sitting in the lounge, all with a beer in hand. They look a lot more relaxed than I thought they would, and my worries ease slightly.
I throw myself on the couch next to Louis and snuggle in. Grabbing his beer, I take a sip before handing it back; he smirks before taking another sip himself. “So, who’s going to tell me what happened?” I ask when they remain quiet. Nolan's face is calm, but his hair looks like he's been running his hand through it continuously. Carter seems cool as a cucumber, as always.
“‘The Brad’ did some digging. It looks like Bridgette has burned through all the money I gave her for the girls. The lawyer is her new boyfriend, the psychiatrist his uncle. They couldn't provide any proof on the supposed source of information. The court order was legit, but when Brad rang the judge and explained the circumstances, he withdrew his support and canceled the investigation into our home, especially after he heard about my fiance.” He winks at me, and I blow him a kiss. “Child services had also not ordered the children to be taken. They were just going to do some in-home visits to assess the situation. Brad has now filed a restraining order with the judge against both Bridgette and the lawyer. Hopefully, that will be the end of it.”
A huge weight lifts off my chest at Nolan's words. Our family is safe. My stomach rumbles loudly, and the guys all laugh, breaking the tension.
“Why don’t we all sit down and eat the dinner Louis prepared. Better late than never, right?” I suggest to the guys. I didn’t eat when the girls did, and now I’m starving. “I saw a bottle of sparkles sitting in the fridge when I looked before.” Carter stands and offers me his hand. Grabbing hold, I let him pull me up from the couch. Wrapping an arm around me, he leads me to the kitchen.
“What a great idea. Then, when we’re done, I believe I still owe you something.” My core clenches at the thought and I nod my head in agreement. “Oh yes, you most definitely do.”
Dinner is a pleasant affair. It's the first chance we’ve had to sit down and get to know each other better, so it’s a long, drawn-out process with mouth-watering food and delicious wine and bubbly. I learned that the three guys are business partners and Tasty Treats is not the only business they run. They also own a nightclub and a bail-bonds agency. Nolan is a bounty hunter. Louis and Carter help out if he needs them.
I bounce up and down on my seat at this news. A bounty hunter? I would be an excellent bounty hunter. “Oh, oh, please can I join the agency? I would make an awesome bounty hunter.” Standing up, I make a gun with my hands, Charlie’s Angels style, and point it at Nolan.
“Freeze, motherfucker.” The guys dissolve into fits of laughter. Carter just about falls off his chair.
A frown crosses my face and I sit back down, disappointed. “Assholes,” I mutter under my breath. “I’m going to get me a taser and fry your asses.” This just causes more laughter. Crossing my arms, I roll my eyes at them.
Nolan composes himself, gets up, and walks towards me. “Honey, if that's what you would like to do, I can take you to the range. You need to be licensed to carry a gun first. Let's see how you do with that. No point in getting ahead of ourselves.” He pulls me up and pulls me close giving me a kiss on the forehead. “I’m sure you would be an awesome bounty hunter.”
Carter also gets up and comes over, pulling us both close. “You’d certainly be a sexy distraction,” he says, placing kisses on both our lips. My core throbs again at the sight of Carter and Nolan kissing. It’s so sexy, watching these men show affection for each other.
Louis joins us, making our circle complete. “You would be a magnifique bounty hunter, I’m sure, but what about your blog? Wouldn’t you miss your food?”
I just shake my head at him and smile. “Couldn’t I do both? You all help each other out. I want to contribute to our family.”
He smiles at me. “If that is what you want, my little dumpling, but you being here, with us and a mother to the girls, is plenty enough. Why don't you take a few days to think about it?” My lip drops a little more. I know I'm being childish, but I’ve always wanted to learn how to shoot a gun.
Nolan looks me knowingly. “I’ll still take you to the range if you want.”
A smile crosses my face, and I nod enthusiastically. The guys all laugh again, and Nolan and Louis step away to clear the table. Carter smacks me on the ass, and I yelp, rubbing away the sting. He starts towards the stairs. “Come on. While they’re clearing the table and cleaning up, I’ll run you a bath, princess.” I look towards the guys to see if they need help, but Louis just shoos me away.
Chasing after Carter, I head towards the master bedroom where we all were before. At dinner, they told me that this was now our room. Louis and Carter would keep theirs for now. A conversation with the girls is needed about the actual status of our relationship. I refuse to hide what we all are to each other. I want to be able to kiss or show affectio
n to each of the guys without hesitation, especially in our own home. I want to go to sleep in their arms every night and wake up to their faces every morning.
The door is wide open when I arrive, and I can hear water running into the swimming pool they call a tub in the adjoining bathroom. Recessed into the ground, it’s large enough to almost swim laps in. When I get there, Carter is sprinkling bath salts into it. The scent of jasmine and vanilla surrounds me as the steam fills the room.
“Come on, baby, strip off and climb in. I’ll go and get you another glass of wine to have while you’re relaxing.” He strides out, placing a gentle kiss on my lips as he goes, and I feel a little disappointed. I thought he might want to join me. It must show on my face because he gives me a wink. “I’ll be right back. Make sure you leave some room.”
He leaves and I strip off, stepping down into the steaming hot water. Instantly, my body relaxes. The day's tension drains away as I find a seat and lay my head back, eyes closed. I can’t believe how much has happened in such a short period of time. Mom always said it was a whirlwind of a ride when you meet your mate. Boy, is she going to be surprised when I tell her this story.
Peaceful, soothing music starts to play. Opening my eyes, I can see speakers set into the walls, and Carter has returned. He sets two glasses of champagne down on the floor next to the bath, and I watch as he removes his clothes. Stripping off his shirt, his muscles ripple with the movement. The man is built like a god. Unbuckling his jeans, he lets them drop to the floor; his thick cock is erect already. It truly is mouth-watering sight.
He joins me in the water, passing a glass of champagne to me before grabbing one for himself. Moving closer, he joins me on the seat. “To us.”
He clinks his glass against mine. I take a sip, the bubbles tickling my tongue. He doesn't take a sip but grabs me by the waist with his other hand, and drags me onto his lap. I straddle him, his cock pushing against my stomach, my breasts now above the water.
He takes his glass of champagne and pours some of it across my breast before dropping his mouth to suckle the liquid from my skin. He runs his tongue around one of my nipples before drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard. The sensation shoots straight to my clit, causing it to throb. He alternates between the two until his glass is empty. By the time he’s finished, I’m squirming on his lap. The need to feel something inside, filling me, causes me to beg.
“Please, Carter.” I’m panting with want. Putting his glass to the side, he grips my hips.
“What is it, baby? Tell me what you want.” His mouth slides along my jawline to my ear, nibbling and placing tiny kisses.
“Fuck me, please.” His mouth slams into mine, hot and heavy, his tongue thrusting like I want his cock to. My hands reach up, grabbing hold of his hair, pulling it, and he grunts into my mouth before lifting me slightly and thrusting up into my clenching pussy, right to the hilt. A moan escapes my lips as the feeling of fullness throbs through my body. Pulling back, he looks into my eyes as he moves me up and down, a slow sensual glide, a gradual climb towards something. The love shines in his eyes as the intensity builds.
His hands caress up my back and down again, gripping my hips harder. His movements speed up, and the water starts to slosh over the side of the tub. Animalistic sounds escape our mouths as the slow burn turns scorching. His hand comes around and reaches in between us.
Pulling his mouth away from mine, he rasps , “Come for me, baby,” and pinches my clit at the same time. An exquisite explosion flows through my body. Throwing my head back, my groan of pleasure echoes through the bathroom. I can feel my pussy clenching on his cock as he thrusts through my orgasm before I feel it expand, and he too is filling the bathroom with his groans. His head is thrown back, eyes closed, and he is biting his lip. His pleasure is so sexy and his throbbing cock extends my orgasm. Slowly, our breathing settles, and my body snuggles into him. His cock is still in me. I can feel it softening slightly, but I don't care. The intimacy of the moment makes me want to stay here forever.
“That's four,” he whispers a short time later, and a smile crosses my lips. Pulling back, he shoots me a cheeky grin, and my heart hitches. This man is in my heart. They all are.
Climbing off him, we wash and get out. Thick warm towels are waiting, as are our other two men. Louis and Nolan hold out the towels for us to grab. Quickly drying off, we join them in the bed. They put me in the middle, surrounding me on all sides. Content and relaxed, kisses are exchanged. And as I feel my eyes close, I hear them tell me they love me.
Chapter Fourteen
THE NEXT MORNING, WE have breakfast as a family. The girls’ excited chatter fills the kitchen, as does the smell of cooking bacon. The island is packed high with waffles and pancakes with an assortment of syrups and toppings to go with them. Louis, wearing an apron with a cartoon chef on it, stands at the stove and expertly flips more pancakes. Nolan and Carter are both dressed in cargo pants with tight black shirts with Wrathful Bail Bonds written on them. They’re both needed on a job today, so I’m in charge of the girls. I’ve decided to take them to a nearby park to run off some energy.
“Mommy, will you push me on the swings?” Zoe asks me hopefully. Taking a sip of my coffee, I nod my head. “Of course, I will.” She looks pleased but a little worried. “Not too high, though, ok?” Smothering a smile, I agree not to push her too high.
The girls finish eating, and I send them upstairs to brush their teeth and put on their shoes before we need to leave the house. Nolan and Carter finish too and put their plates in the dishwasher, before coming over to me, giving me a kiss on the lips.
“Be safe,” I tell them both. They wave goodbye, walk out the door, and leave me alone with Louis.
He puts down the bowl he was drying and walks towards me, swinging me around on the stool until I’m facing him and he has me caged in. Leaning down, he places a slow, sensual kiss on my lips. “Mmm, now that’s what I call a good morning, my little love muffin.” I giggle at his nickname.
A gasp at the door has me looking up. Aria and Zoe are standing there, with frowns on their faces. My heart starts to pound, and the panic creeps in. Shit. We haven't talked to them about the situation yet, but all that comes out of Aria’s mouth is, “Did Daddy and Uncle Carter leave without saying goodbye?”
I look at Louis with surprise. “Nolan, Carter, and I had a chat with the girls before you got up this morning. They know what’s going on, but that it’s nobody's business but ours.”
I turn to answer Aria’s question but Zoe has moved on. “Daddy told us that our new brother is going to have three daddies and one mommy and that you all love each other and us very much.” Well ok then, I guess that's that.
My heart starts to calm, and Louis gives the girls a kiss on the cheek each before handing me a backpack. “I’ve packed some snacks and drinks for your trip. I need to go into the restaurant for a little while today. A few staffing issues to sort out.” I start to feel guilty, and it must show on my face because he shakes his head at me. “No, Glory, don’t do that. None of it was your fault. They truly deserved what they got.” With that, he grabs a set of keys off the bench and hands them to me. “Nolan left his car with the girl's seats in for you. We’ll have to organize to pick yours up from your old place, as well as anything else you need, sometime soon.” Taking them from him, he gives me another quick kiss and waves goodbye before running upstairs to get changed.
Zoe grabs me by the hand, dragging me out to the garage. “Come on, Mommy, we need to go before the park gets too busy and all the other kids steal the swings.” Aria rolls her eyes, but hurries after us as well.
Pulling into a space by the park, I help the girls out of their seats before we make our way over to a shady area. I pull out a picnic rug and place it on the ground. I throw the backpack Louis packed us on top, and the girls remove their shoes before running across to the swing set. The park is deserted, but it’s still very early, so it really isn’t a surprise. I head over to the girls and s
tart pushing them on the swings. We’ve been in the park for about half an hour before we see signs of other people. The girls are climbing up to the top of the slide and whizzing down at speed. I wait at the bottom to catch them. Their giggles fill the park with joy and laughter.
As I wait for them to climb one more time, I see a black van with blacked-out windows pull into the carpark. It drives very slowly before pulling into a spot next to mine. Just as I lose interest, I hear a loud, crunching sound. Turning back, I see that the black van has hit Nolan's car. Crap.
Calling the girls to quickly slide down, they do so. I don't want to leave them up at the top as I walk away. I walk to the car to examine the damage the van has done to the vehicle. The bumper is crumpled in, but looking at the van, there doesn't seem to be any damage to it. Both front doors open and out climb two very similar-looking men. Brothers, if I’m not mistaken. Thick bodies with double chins. One has his black hair shaved close to his head; the other the other has it grown out, its long, greasy lengths brushing his shoulder. Coming around to look down at the damage, the one on the driver's side says. “Oops.”
My anger starts to rise. “Oops? That's all you have to say?” The girls have joined us now, their curiosity getting the better of them. “Well yeah, but it got me what I needed.” The driver's voice is smug. Looking between him and the passenger, my heart drops into my stomach as they both pull guns and point them at me. The girls whimper and move as close to me as they can.
“We don't want to hurt anyone. Be calm and this will go smoothly. The girls need to get into the van.” The passenger goes to the sliding door, opens it, and gestures with his gun for the girls to get in.
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