KEPT: A Small Town Second Chance Romance Novella (Reckless Falls Book 0)

by Vivian Lux

  "Harper?" Gray said, coming up behind me. "Honey, what are you doing here?"

  She kissed him too, and I shut the door and tried to wrap my head around her showing up like this. At five o'clock on a Monday.

  "Baby, can you please tell me you're okay before I have a fucking heart attack?" I begged her.

  She let go of Gray and took a deep breath, looking at both of us in turn. "I flew, I didn't drive," she said, leaning against my arm. "And then paid that taxi driver's kid's college tuition to get here. I just…" She sighed. "I missed you."

  "Well holy shit, we missed you too," Gray growled, brushing her hair back from her neck. "And now that you're here..."

  She nodded, biting her lip. "Now that I'm here..."

  It was that lip bite that did it. In a second I shoved my apprehension down and went to her. "We haven't done anything here yet," I pointed out, nipping a line down her shoulder. Gray had already tugged her jeans down and grabbed a fistful of that luscious ass. "So you pick the place."

  But there was something different about her. She didn't seem to want to play our usual teasing games. Her eyes were wide and so incredibly green. "I wanted this," she exhaled, resting her palm in the center of my chest as she stroked. "This... whatever it is... The three of us. I wanted it so bad, for so long."

  "And you have it," Gray growled, and his eyes were already getting darker, so he didn't notice that she was using the past tense.

  And I was too terrified of what that might mean to question. I swallowed and nodded. "You have it," I echoed, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards me.

  Her kiss was wild, mindless, a desperate melting of our mouths. I had never felt her so wild before, and even though part of my brain knew that this was wrong, that we should sit down, talk about whatever it was that had her so upset that she drove across the fucking state to see us, I couldn't think when her sounds filled my head.

  "You always tell me that I need to tell you what I want," she said, turning to me.

  "It's true," I said, my voice muffled in her neck. "You do."

  "I want both of you," she said. "I want you both inside me, both... places."

  "Yeah?" I hissed, desire crowding out the last thought I could think. "You want to feel us both inside of you?"

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Grayson

  I felt my heart stand still in my chest when she nodded, her mouth open, licking her lips.

  Whatever version of Harper this was — a wild, unchecked fury showing up at our door — it had me completely unglued.

  Cal's hands were already on her, his lips moving along her neck. "So which one, baby girl?" he asked her. "Which one of us is going to be the first one inside of that tight little ass?"

  My dick twitched and a wicked heat spilled into my stomach. "You tell me," I told her, cupping her face. "Because unless you say, I'm going to fucking knock Callum unconscious so I get to be first."

  Cal growled an obscene threat.

  I expected Harper to demur. She'd always told us she couldn't choose, and I expected this to be one more thing she couldn’t make up her mind about.

  But that wasn't true today. She lifted her chin and looked me directly in the eye.

  "You, Gray." She closed her eyes and opened them again. "You are gentler."

  As much as I growled to think that I could claim part of her that Cal had never had, my heart twisted in my chest when I realized just how much she trusted me.

  She turned and touched Cal's angry face. "I want you to fuck me like you always fuck me," she said and her voice was low and insistent.

  He curled his lip. "How's that?"

  "Like you own me," Harper gasped.

  The storm cloud passed across his face and suddenly his eyes were blazing again. "I do," he said thickly.

  "We both do," I echoed.

  In a nanosecond, we had her completely undressed, and just like always, I couldn't stop my hands from roaming those curves, cupping her pert little breasts before moving down the front of her belly. Cal was already kissing a trail down between her breasts, and I kissed her neck as I began to move my fingers around that tight little opening.

  "You feel that?" I whispered. She moaned as Cal's tongue found her center. "It's going to hurt you at first, baby girl, but then it's going to feel so, so good. I'm going to make it so good for you." I lifted my lips from her neck. "Cal, is she wet yet?"

  "She's dripping," Cal murmured, and my dick was already at a right angle. I sank my thumb down a little bit, feeling the way that tight muscle squeezed. She tensed, bearing down on me, and I kissed her neck and pinched her nipple in my fingerss. "Relax," I soothed. "Feel that? Feel the way I'm inside you now? Nobody's ever had this ass before, have they?"

  "No," she moaned, her head lolling back on my shoulder. "Oh God," she said, and it was a low animal moan unlike anything I'd ever heard come out of her mouth. I buried my face her neck and growled out the tension that was gathering at the base of my spine. How badly I wanted to bend her over and take her so hard she yelped. I wanted to fuck her, lay claim to her, fucking melt our bodies together so that we were one fucking body. I loved her sighs, I loved her moans, I loved...

  Her.

  Fuck.

  "Gray," she was whispering "Cal… Fuck, Gray...."

  Callum growled something utterly profane, and I sank my thumb further into that tight little space, feeling her clench and relax around me, her body tense, and this time it had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with what we were doing to her, slowly tearing down the last little bit of defenses before we could make her ours. This girl, the one we both loved.

  "Jesus," she gasped, and suddenly she was coming there, her muscles tensing around my thumb, a fluttering sensation as her whole body tightened from the inside out. "That's right, come for me, come for us," I told her, ordered her, begged her.

  Cal was devouring her, his eyes slitted, only the white showing like he was in some kind of trance. Harper fell boneless back against me, giving over her entire weight into my arms. I looked over her shoulder, and looked down to Cal, who nodded imperceptibly and stood up. "Hold on to me, Harper," he said.

  "Go on, baby girl," I urged her, lifting her arms for her and wrapping them around Cal's neck. "We've got you. We've got you."

  Cal lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He reached out, crossing and linking his arms with mine and I saw both of their eyes fly open as she sank onto his cock.

  "It's going to be cold," I whispered, squirting the lube onto in my dick and then massaging it around that tight little asshole of hers. Cal was already moving in and out of her, establishing a slow rhythm. She was ready.

  "Shit," I whispered as I pressed myself against her. She was hot, tight...perfect. "Shit," I hissed as I slid in that first anxious inch. "I fucking love you."

  "I love you," Cal grunted.

  "Shit, Goddammit..." Harper said, and I swear there were tears in her voice. "Goddammit I love you too. Both of you."

  Chapter Forty

  Harper

  I gritted my teeth, as the fiery pain subsided and suddenly it was nothing more than a melting, spreading warmth.

  Gray held still for a moment, holding himself there, allowing me to adjust to the strange, stretching sensation of being filled in both holes.

  I grunted, low and deep, an animal sound I didn't recognize, but then again I didn't recognize any of this. I felt like I was falling apart, like I might dissolve into pieces, but at the same time both of their arms were holding me up, buoying me, lifting me upwards and I had no choice but to be held together by their love.

  Their love.

  Holy shit.

  They love me.

  "I love you," I repeated, moving myself, shifting and driving myself backwards. Gray responded with a low moan, and then he began to move. Slowly at first, while Cal matched his rhythm, and at first it was nothing more than quiet, desperate breath as we clung to each other. Hot, ragged gasps and whispered promises
filled my ears, even as their cocks filled me, and my heart was so filled with every emotion walking the line between ecstasy and despair. I clung to them, because how could I give this up? How could I give both of them up? How could I do this to myself, but then again how could I do it to them?

  The incessant warring noise in my brain fell away when Cal pressed his forehead to mine, so there was nothing in my sight but the bright blue of his eyes. He watched, lips parted, and I drowned myself in the abyss of that blue as everything broke open, all those pieces I was holding so carefully together fell apart.

  I pulled myself up, driving myself down on both of their cocks at the same time, reveling in the painful pleasure.

  It was too fucking overwhelming for me to do anything other than cry out both their names as the orgasm was wrenched from my body, sending me into toe-curling ecstasy. I pressed myself in closer, so tight I could barely breathe, but I needed it. I needed them to hold me together, because I was sure that this orgasm would tear me apart. When I heard Gray's low, shuddering moan in my ear, I nearly started crying. I buried my face in Cal's shoulder even as he rasped out his own animal grunts. And then suddenly I was crying, and I couldn't have told you why I was crying, except that I knew I had to tell them.

  There wasn't any way that I could keep this a secret from either of them. It wouldn't the right because I loved them.

  Both of them.

  "Baby girl. God I've missed you so much," Cal said, shuddering lightly as he rained kisses down my neck and shoulders.

  "You did good, baby. You did so good," Gray said, squeezing me ever so tighter.

  "I love you," I said, my voice catching in a broken, ragged sound in my throat.

  Cal pulled away, looking at me. Gently, the two of them pulled out, lowering me to the ground. Cal lifted me up in his arms and carried me over to the bed, laying me down gently before he stroked my hair back from my face. "You're crying," he said, his eyes widening. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

  Gray rushed over, laying down by my side, curling his body around mind. I grabbed his hand and held in tightly against my stomach as Cal stroked my shoulder over and over again. "I can't...I can't...I didn't want to tell you," I sputtered.

  "Tell us what?" Cal sounded desperate.

  "But I love you," I was babbling. "I can't do that to you."

  "Harper, what the hell is going on?" Now Cal's voice was rising angrily.

  "Hey man, she's upset. Give her room," Gray said, pulling me more tightly against him.

  "I'm sorry," Cal said through gritted teeth. He took a deep breath. "I want to help you with whatever it is, that's all. What's wrong?"

  "Yeah, you know that we'll help you. We're there for you, no matter what, Harper." Gray added.

  I let my head fall down onto the pillow. "No matter what?" I echoed. My body was still coming back to itself, my skin still flushed from the heat of our bodies together.

  "Yes," Cal declared. "No matter what."

  And there was such finality to his voice that I had no choice but to believe him.

  I propped my head up, looking first at Cal, then at Gray, then up at the ceiling, unable to look at either one of them as I said, "Okay then. No matter what," I took a deep breath. "Because I'm pregnant."

  All of the air left the room. Both of them sucked in their breath at once, and I suddenly felt like I couldn't get enough oxygen. I sat up, burying my head in my hands, trying to shut out the sound of their panicked breathing. I swear I could hear their heartbeats. Or maybe it was just my own. "I'm pregnant," I said again.

  "How far along?" Gray finally whispered.

  I looked up the wall. "Somewhere around eight weeks," I said. Then I turned to look to see his mouth twisting furiously. "Don't bother to do the math, pregnancy math is all fucked up. What that means is I actually got pregnant six weeks ago."

  "Six weeks," Gray echoed. "That means..."

  I turned to him and nodded. "Right, New Year's."

  Cal was still absorbing. I could see it on his face. He was struggling, his head shaking a little bit. "But, we both..." he started to say. "That means..."

  I hugged my knees to my chest and looked down miserably. "That's right," I said, completely and utterly defeated. "That means I don't know which one of you is the father."

  Chapter Forty-One

  Callum

  I was swimming underwater with nothing but the roaring of the ocean in my ears. Voices came to me, as if from above, high above me, maybe in the sky. Maybe it was because I was floating?

  Then I heard Harper's voice again, and suddenly I was back is Gray's bedroom, and Harper was telling us she was pregnant.

  With a baby.

  She didn't know whose.

  My hand was shaking and I clenched it into a fist, hiding it from her.

  My beautiful girl was hunched over miserably, her head in her hands and I wanted to take this sadness from her and make it my own. I wanted to break the misery in two and smash it to pieces so she'd never be sad like this again. The sight of her crumpled face was too much for me and I had to turn away.

  I looked over her and saw Gray, and his face was the mirror of my own. Shock, confusion, and a little bit of anger.

  Anger, because whose baby was it?

  Which one of us was the father?

  I grabbed the sheet and held on tightly. Before I lost it and punched the wall.

  "It doesn't matter," Harper was saying. "This was just supposed to be a fling, you know? We had to know that it wasn't going to work. Three people together at once? Whoever heard of something like that?"

  I wanted to protest, say that it was wrong. She was wrong. We were the proof that it could work.

  But she wasn't wrong. We fucked it up, big time. And by not wearing condoms. Fucking hell, it was such a silly, stupid mistake, one that they teach you not to make an elementary school. What the fuck had I done?

  What the fuck had we done?

  I glared at Gray. His eyes widened and then narrowed and he glared back, probably thinking the same thing I was. Fuck you. You did this.

  "You don't have to worry, like I'm not going to come after you for support or anything," Harper said. "But I am keeping it." She went on, and her fingers went subconsciously to her still taut belly. Or was is still taut? Just now I noticed a fullness that had never seen there before. Her slim waist thickened, like she was blooming. Now that I knew, I wondered how I could have ever not known. She cupped her hand around that tiny rise. "I'll make it work," she said softly. "I swear."

  "Like hell you will," I heard myself say.

  Harper looked up sharply.

  "You're planning on leaving, aren't you?" I said, rising up from the bed. "That's what you're doing right now. You're breaking up with us."

  Gray looked at me and then looked at her, in a perfect double take.

  "Don't you think...?" she started to say, but I waved her off.

  "No I don't think anything, is this why you came today? Not because you missed us or anything like that. But because you wanted to tell us you’re pregnant and then disappear out of our lives?" I struggled to keep my voice from rising. "How the hell could you think we'd be okay with that, Harper? We fucking love you!" I was yelling now, for myself and Gray, and somehow, I knew he was thinking the same exact thing I was.

  She shook her head, caught in her own plan.

  "Where's your suitcase?" Gray suddenly burst out.

  I looked around the room and remembered she'd come in with nothing in her hands but her purse. I looked at her, but she ducked away from my gaze.

  "Where is your ticket?" I demanded. It was a struggle to keep my voice steady.

  She looked up. "What are you talking about?"

  "Your ticket!” I thundered. She jumped a little, and I hated myself, but I hated the idea of her leaving even more. "Give me your fucking plane ticket."

  "Cal, watch it," Gray said.

  "Go get her purse, Gray," I ordered.

  Gray looked at me, then looke
d at Harper. His lips twisted and suddenly he left the room. I stared at her. "How did you think that we'd let you go?" I asked her, feeling tears prick the corner of my eyes. "How could you think after telling us this, you could walk out of our lives?"

  "Because I don't know which one of you is the father," she gritted through her teeth. "Don't you see what that makes me? I have a baby, and I don't know who the father is? That's not the life I'm supposed to be living. I'm a fucking children's book author. I have a fucking morality clause, in my contract. I'm not supposed to be fucking around with two guys like some kind of two-bit whore!" she screamed, eyes blazing.

  "Don't you ever call yourself that again," I seethed.

  Gray reappeared in the doorway with a slip of paper in his hand. Harper's eyes went wide and she suddenly jumped up. "Give me that," she ordered.

  "Your flight's today," Gray said in an anguished whisper.

  "Give me that!" she cried, jumping up on her toes but he held it above her head.

  "You we're just going to fuck us and run?" Gray said, horrified.

  "I was coming to say goodbye!" she said harshly. "And it's not my fault that this happened."

  "It's nobody's fault," I heard myself yell. "But it will be yours if you leave."

  "We love you," Gray said, his voice catching. "Let us take care of you."

  Gray, looked back at me. I nodded slightly, and then suddenly her knees gave out.

  Gray caught her up in his arms and I went quickly over to her, and helped him get her back to the bed. "Are you okay?” Gray was asking. "Do you need some saltines or something? Are you dizzy?"

  "I'm fine," she said in a wavering voice.

  "No you're not, you're white as a ghost," I told her. "You take a nap, I'll call the airline and tell them to reschedule your flight."

  "They're not going to do that," she mumbled.

  "They will once I'm done with them," I told her. And I fucking meant it too. I was all set to go stomping out into the living room to search for my phone, blood boiling and ready to read the fucking riot act to some poor customer service worker, when the tell tale creak of my side door froze me in the spot.