Fighting Our Forever (Panthera Security Series Book 3)

by Elisa Leigh

  Callie dunks her head under the water getting all her beautiful auburn hair wet and then comes up, flushed and looking embarrassed. “I can’t believe we did that.”

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  Paul

  “What’s wrong with what we did?” I ask, gliding my hand up and down her thigh, loving how she shivers at my touch.

  She thinks for a minute before answering. “Nothing. I guess I’m more surprised that I did that is all. It just seemed dirtier in the bathroom then when we are all in bed together. It was different, you know?”

  “It was different, but it was sexy as hell Callie. One of the best nights we’ve spent together.” Ryan tells her.

  “We’re going to try different things love. None of it will be wrong or bad. Sexy yes, hot, you fucking bet your ass it will, but never wrong.” I say right before I feel Ryan delve his hand between her thighs, stroking into her.

  With Callie leaning her head back against the edge of the tub, her tits popping out of the water, Ryan and I suck one into each of our mouths. She moans, and I look at her to see she’s got her eyes on us, bottom lip pulled into her mouth. Locking eyes with her, I rub my pointer finger around the rim of her ass, waiting to get the go ahead.

  “Pleeease Paul. I want to feel you both inside me, at the same time. I’m ready, pleeease.”

  Hearing her beg almost breaks me, my woman never has to beg. I plunge one finger into her tight hole, then switch to two when she’s able to take my entire finger.

  “That’s it love, let him fuck your ass with his fingers, get you ready to take us together,” Ryan growls.

  I finger fuck her ass and suck her titties while Ryan is fingering her slick pussy and devouring her mouth. We’re going to wear her out before we even get her between us, and it’s going to be delicious. When she comes for the third time tonight, I’m ready to be inside her, claiming her as our woman. Standing, I step out and quickly dry off. I hand a towel to Ryan who’s helping Callie out of the tub. She stands in front of me, the most beautiful I have ever seen her, with her hands braced on my chest while Ryan dries her off. Leaning down I take her lips in a searing kiss that leaves us both moaning and wanting.

  When Ryan is finished, I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around me as I walk us to our bed that I got ready for us. I lay her in the middle, kissing her I rub the head of my dick through her pussy lips. She’s come three times, but she’s still unsatisfied, needing more from her men. I slide inside her tight pussy, my love gripping my shoulders and mewling when I’m fully seated inside her.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Callie

  With my legs braced on Paul’s hips, he pushes into me repeatedly, hitting all those places that drive me insane. I swear these men know my body better than I do. They’ve mapped out every place I love and take me there, time and time again, driving me to the brink, where I’m left a shattered mess until they put me back together with their loving touch. Paul laces his hands with mine, putting them next to my head, his nose trails down the side of my face where he places soft kisses against my lips.

  This time something’s different. There isn’t the frenzy to fill a hunger, probably because this need is unlike any other we’ve ever had. Usually, it’s my body that needs to be indulged, but this time it’s our souls that are in demand. Rocking in and out of me in a steady rhythm, he languidly kisses down my chin and down my neck to the valley between my breasts. The feelings this man brings out of me are tying me to him tighter than I already am. A single tear rolls down the side of my face and touches our hands that are right next to my cheek. Looking up he frowns and stops moving.

  “Precious, what’s wrong?”

  “This is love. You’re loving me.”

  The smile he has on his face is one I’ve never seen, making my belly flutter and I fall even harder. “Good tears?” Paul rasps.

  “The best ones,” I say, my voice tight trying to keep from crying and ruining this beautiful moment.

  Leaning down he kisses me, and it’s a kiss of promises, of the future, of forever. He begins sliding in and out of me, keeping that infuriating rhythm. Then he’s rolling us over, and I’m on top, and he’s incredibly deep. Fuck is he deep.

  “Miss me, baby?” Ryan asks in a deep voice from behind me, one of his hands moving my hair over one shoulder and then wrapping around my stomach. The warmth of his back and his lips on my shoulder feel like forever, like his touch was always a part of me.

  “Always” I moan, and his hands rise and cup my breasts.

  “You taking care of our woman Paul?”

  “Hell, she’s taking care of me. Where the hell were you?” Paul groans when I move my hips a certain way causing him to sink a little deeper into me.

  “Had to grab something I left in my room. Callie, are you ready?”

  Am I ready? No, who the hell is ready for something like this? Am I excited and a little bit scared? Yes, a million times yes!

  “Baby?”

  “I’m ready.”

  “Lean down over Paul and keep doing what you’re doing. I’m going to use my fingers first with some lube.”

  Listening to Ryan, I let Paul take over, who’s doing a damn fine job of loving me through my fears that are showing with my shaking body.

  With a slick finger, Ryan pushes his thumb in and out of me easily. The more I relax around him, the deeper he goes. “How’s that feel baby?”

  “So, sooooo good.” I moan

  “I’m adding another finger and more lube.”

  “Yesss, do that,” I tell him, while Paul’s hands grip my hips, rocking me on top of him.

  Ryan takes his time adding one finger at a time until I have three fingers moving in and out of my ass. He pulls out, and seconds later the head of his dick pushes inside me, and it’s unlike any feeling I’ve ever felt before.

  I want nothing more than to push back, but Paul stills me before I can move more than an inch. “Easy Precious.”

  With both hands spreading my ass open, he pulls out and slides back in. He does this a few more times until he is finally seated inside me. I whimper at the feeling of having them both inside me for the first time. My nails dig into Paul’s chest, and Ryan and he both groan at the same time. “Holy fuck baby, your pussy is heaven and this ass is like a sweet hell strangling my dick.”

  “Precious, I need to move, are you ready?”

  I feel deplete of all coherent thought. There’s nothing left but the feeling of being between them, the three of us becoming one. Mumbling, I nod, telling him it’s okay.

  Slowly, Paul pulls out and slides back in while Ryan pulls out. They slowly start to pick up speed in perfect sync, and I’m done, completely obliterated.

  “Yesss, just… like… that…I’m so close.” I moan.

  Their steady movements become rushed as we race to find nirvana at the same time.

  “Fuck baby, fuck I’m there,” Ryan says at the same time Paul stills inside, hands gripping my waist. “I’m coming, God love, I’m coming in this sweet pussy.”

  Hot cum fills my pussy setting off my own release at the same time Ryan is pounding inside my ass. Grabbing my cheeks, he rides out the last of his orgasm.

  Laying against Paul, Ryan rests against my back for a minute before kissing the middle of my back and pulling out of me. Out of breath, I breathe heavily resting the palms of my hands in the center of his chest and look up at him smiling. Sweat is dripping down the sides of his face, and he looks like he just finished a hard workout, I smile thinking he just did.

  Ryan returns, running his hands up the back of my thighs. “Lift up baby, we need to get in the shower and clean up.”

  I slide off Paul onto the bed lying on my back. Ryan surprises me when he picks me up and carries me into the shower and sets me down on a wooden bench. Carefully he takes the shower head and sprays it over my head, letting the water fall over me. He drops the nozzle and squirts some of my brand of shampoo into his hand and rubs it through my hair, soaping it up before
rinsing it out and adding conditioner.

  Paul joins us and grabs the loofa and rubs it over my skin, washing me from top to bottom, not even missing my toes. Ryan showers quickly then helps me rinse off and gets out before me to dry off then helps me out while Paul finishes his shower. Their touch is in no way sexual, but my body still tingles everywhere they touch me.

  When I’m all dried off, and Paul has finished brushing my hair, they lead me into the bedroom where they pull one of their shirts over my head and tuck me into bed.

  “I love you my sweet, sweet Calliope. That was more than… just more than.” Paul tells me before he kisses me and lays beside me, his legs tangled with mine.

  Ryan scoots up close to me and holds my face between his hands. “Thank you for giving us this baby.”

  “I’m pretty sure I might have gotten more out of that than you two, but I could be wrong,” I say giggling.

  For the first time, Ryan doesn’t laugh with me. He’s serious, and while it’s a different look on him, I realize how important what he’s saying is. “I meant your heart baby. Thank you for giving us your heart, your future, your forever. I will always treasure it.” He says and kisses me sweetly before curling his much larger body around mine. Laying between them, I fall asleep in their arms happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Ryan

  “Yes, Brenna,” I answer, my eye’s already twitching with the knowledge of being on the phone with this woman.

  “Ryan. How are you?” My ex says in her fake-nice voice. The woman cares about herself, and no one else.

  “You haven’t cared about how I am in a year and a half. Why are you calling?”

  “We have a few things we need to discuss.”

  “Wrong. We have absolutely nothing to discuss. In fact, the only reason we’re talking now is I’m tired of your number popping up on my phone. Stop calling me.”

  “I would have if you would have answered one of the first times I called. We need to talk in person. Meet me at Charlie's for lunch. One o’clock today.”

  “Why in the hell do you think I’d agree to that?”

  “If you want to meet your son and have a chance at custody, I’d get your sweet ass to Charlies at one.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about? We don’t have-” Stupid fucking bitch, she just hung up on me. I stare at the phone, shocked speechless for the first time in my life. My head is spinning with all the what ifs and possibilities. Do I have a son?

  I pull up to Charlie's an hour later and can’t decide what I want to be true when I get in there. How could she not have told me that I have a son? I wouldn’t put it past her to tell me the kid is mine to get money from me. What will this mean for Callie, Paul and me?

  I get out of my truck, needing to face whatever the outcome is. Putting my past behind me so I can move forward with my future.

  I walk in and spot her immediately, sitting next to a baby in a high chair, paying the kid zero attention. She keeps staring at her phone, while he tries getting her attention by gurgling and slapping his hands on the table. The closer I get, the more my heart begins to break for him and wants to save him from her.

  When I’m in front of him, he reaches his chubby little arms up to me. I’m instantly pissed. Is my kid so starved for attention that he’ll let anyone hold him? What a selfish bitch. There is no way she’ll be sharing custody with me. Brenna will be lucky if she gets visitation.

  Holding my son close to my chest, he wraps his arm around my neck and holds me back. God, I hope he didn’t spend the first months of his life being ignored by her. She’s a selfish bitch, but she couldn’t have ignored this face, could she?

  I clear my throat as I sit, getting her attention from whatever is so interesting on her phone.

  “Oh good, you’re here. I see you’ve met Rush. He’s cute, just like his daddy. Looks just like you.”

  “Brenna, why are you just now telling me I have a son?” I say through clenched teeth, barely containing the fury roiling through my veins.

  “I didn’t think you’d want him.” She snaps at me.

  “That’s bullshit. You know I wanted a commitment, that’s why you left in the first place. You’ve got to know I wouldn’t have abandoned my child, even if we didn’t work out.”

  “Whatever. Look, I wasn’t sure if he was yours or not. I took a chance and went with the guy who wanted to take care of me the way I was accustomed to. He knew I wasn’t faithful in the beginning, but he looked past it, wanting to look like the perfect couple. He wanted a DNA test when Rush started getting older, and his dark hair didn’t match our blonde.

  Well, the test proved he wasn’t the father. He was pissed, but I thought he’d get over it. He didn’t. He says if I don’t get rid of Rush, we’re over. I figured you might want him. So, before I gave him up for adoption, I called you.”

  “I’m sorry. Did you just say that you were going to give our son up for adoption? You’re going to give your child to a stranger, so the guy you’re fucking is happy? What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shout at her.

  She winces, but then glares at me, pointing her finger in my face. “Don’t you dare yell at me, Ryan. This is my choice. I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m not fit to be a mother. He is needier than I thought a child would be. I can’t love him the way he needs to be, and Gary wants nothing to do with him now that he knows Rush isn’t his.”

  I can’t believe this is happening. This morning I was in bed with my world. I was planning our future and happy. Now? Now I’m trying to figure out what I’m going to do with a son. Oh, there’s no doubt he’s mine. If you placed our baby pictures side by side, you’d say we were brothers.

  Rush begins to cry in my arms, and I instinctively begin rubbing his back, and he soon settles down.

  I look up at Brenna, and she’s smiling. “Aww, see, he just needed his daddy’s touch. I have a feeling about this, it’s going to be good, you’ll see.”

  “Are you crazy?” She laughs. “No, seriously. Are you on something? How could you be happy right now?”

  “I might not be right for Rush, but I know that you are. He belongs with you, not with strangers. You gonna take him?” She asks hopefully.

  “That isn’t even a question Brenna. I can’t believe you’re asking that. You need to know, that I don’t want you in his life after this. Not after you were so willing to give him up. I want full custody.”

  “Let me stop you right there handsome. I’m sticking around long enough to make sure I have no legal responsibilities to him. Then Gary and I are moving out west somewhere.”

  “I can’t believe your so blasé about this. You don’t even want to keep in touch, see him occasionally?”

  She shakes her head sadly. “I could see the judgement in your eyes as soon as you sat down. You knew I wasn’t a good mother the moment you walked in those doors, didn’t you Ryan? You’re not wrong. I don’t have it in me.”

  “Wow, Brenna. Okay. Shit, okay. Of course, I’m taking him. Can we do this tonight?”

  I see relief pool in her eyes, and I don’t know whether I should be grateful, pissed, or sad that she feels this way.

  “I brought everything with me. It’s in my car. Let’s do this now, I need to be home soon before Gary gets home.”

  I carry Rush in my arms and follow behind her to her black Mercedes Benz. I watch as she empties the trunk full of bags of his things, his life with her since he was born. I’m hurting for my son, to be born to a woman who wants nothing to do with him. After a few minutes, I’ve had enough of watching her do the work. I might not like the woman, but my momma raised me to do the heavy lifting in the presence of a woman.

  When all of Rush’s things are stored in my front and back seats, and she’s installed his car seat in the back of my truck, she hands me a folder.

  “What’s this?”

  “It has all of his paperwork. His birth certificate, shot record, social security card, and a
few other things you’ll need. The card to my lawyer is in there as well. Call him later today and get in touch with him. He’ll tell you everything you need to know to get this finished. Can I hold him one more time?”

  She almost seems sad for having to give him up, but I don’t miss the giddy energy pouring from her in waves. She kisses the crown of his head and hugs him close for a moment, before handing him back to me and getting into her car and driving away.

  I stand there, holding my son. My son. Goddamn, I have a son. I hold him tight relishing the feel of his chubby little body against my chest.

  “Alright Rush. It’s time to get you home. We’ll figure everything out, you’ll see.”

  What are Paul and Callie going to think? Shit, are they going to be ready for this? Guess we’ll find out soon, won’t we? I buckle Rush into his car seat and drive us home, nervous about what I’m springing on the people I care about most.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Callie

  I’ve read the same sentence three times now, and I still can’t tell you what it says. While the guys were busy today, I got to go and spend time with little Winnie Grace and her momma. I’m so happy for Olivia and her growing family. If anyone deserves to be happy, it’s her. I don’t know how she turned into one of the sweetest people I have ever met, especially after the life she’s lived, but she has.

  Holding Winnie in my arms today was magical, and all I could think about was what it would be like if Ryan, Paul and I had a child. Putting my Kindle down on the coffee table, I rub my hand over my stomach wondering if there is a child growing in there now. It’s not like we’ve been using protection the past couple of months.

  The front door opens, and I look over to see Ryan walking in with a baby boy sleeping in his arms. At first, I’m confused wondering where on earth this child came from and where his parents are, but when I look up at Ryan, I know. It could be the way he’s looking at me like he’s begging me to listen and understand. Or maybe it’s the way he’s holding the little guy tight as if he might break.