He rises slowly, untangling his long limbs and revealing how very tall he is. I tip my head back. “Don’t be a stranger.”
Uncle’s lips peel back at my words, illuminating his rows of razor-sharp teeth in a macabre smile. “Stranger danger.” He chuckles, and it sounds like metal gnashing together. I feel a strong kick from the baby high up in my ribs. “Ugh, I need to get up.”
I use the arm of the chair to stand. Who knew having a big gut would throw off your center of balance so much? Uncle offers me his hand, and I take it, lifting myself the rest of the way up. The pressure in my chest dissipates, but I need to pee almost immediately. I groan and Gunnar pokes his head into the parlor. I’m honestly surprised he hasn’t checked up on me twice already. He’s the mother hen of the group.
“Everything good?”
“Fine, I just need the bathroom.” I roll my eyes. He moves into the room as if he’s going to help me there. “I’m eight months pregnant, not a fucking invalid.” Pregnancy has not turned me into a Suzy Homemaker. This shit is hard, and anyone who says it’s not strange having a little alien creature inside you kicking and rearranging your organs is a lunatic.
As I pass Gunnar, he trails his hand over my ass, and I damn near melt right there. Stars, I’m fucking horny all the time—not that I wasn’t before—and boy they sure know how to use it to their advantage. “Stay put, I’ll be back,” I growl, as I speed waddle my way to the nearest bathroom.
Grim is standing near the door when I get out, dressed in only a pair of low-slung linen pants. “Uncle’s gone.” He runs his eyes over me as if I’m some fucking goddess, not a legging- and t-shirt-clad heifer.
“He is,” I confirm.
No sooner do the words leave my mouth when I hear an enraged, “Hey!” shouted from Gunnar. Before I can even blink, Grim swoops me up in his arms and carries me to the attic. Gunnar’s “Fucking poacher!” is muffled, but still rings clear, even up here.
Grim grins down at me with smug victory and satisfaction. “You can tell me how your trip went later.” I wrap my arms loosely around his neck, pushing my butt back so my belly doesn’t get smashed up against his flat stomach. I miss molding my body to his.
“Later,” he agrees, and leans down to place a soft kiss against my lips. I know I’m going to be giving myself over to him for the next hour or so. Grim still fucks like he has all the time in the world, which he kind of does.
He peels my clingy shirt off and tosses it carelessly on the ground. His eyes go right to my tits. They’re a little larger, but my nipples are much darker, a dusty pink, and he can’t ever seem to get enough of them. He palms the weight of each breast in his hands, thumbing my nipples and making my back arch.
“Did you miss me?” His voice is deep and low.
“I always miss you, even when you’re in the same room. I’m like some sort of death dick junkie,” I confess, but I don’t feel an ounce of shame. I know it’s the same for him. He’s only been gone a few hours, but he frequently leaves for hours at a time, so it feels like he’s never home enough.
There haven’t been any more unexplained Charmed deaths, not since Savannah. We went to my old school when we first returned from Torin’s, but left without any answers. I couldn’t even find Boogey to see if he had any more information to share with us. None of us have admitted it, but I think we’ve all kind of given up on trying to find Antonio, at least until after the baby is born anyway.
The past few months have flown by. Much to my astonishment, I was already over three months pregnant when I realized it. Our due date is just a very rough estimate, though, given by the doctor after doing an ultrasound to measure the baby, since I don’t have a history of menstrual cycles to use as a predictor.
Having three men in the ultrasound room went against the hospital rules, but no one was brave enough to ask any of them to leave. We got a few strange looks, but I think it had more to do with their good looks than it did with the fact that I had three baby daddies listed on my information form, and they were all with me. The place was filled with pregnant chicks, and if they were anything like me, they were all probably wishing they were in the same boat. I can’t even be mad at them for it.
Grim slides his hands down, barely touching my belly on the way to remove my leggings—the damn things are only held up by my hips and a prayer anyway, I can’t stand anything over my belly at this point. He doesn’t stop until he’s kneeling before me. I have to bend at the waist a little so I can see his face. Not too long ago, I would have hooked my knee over his shoulder and let him show me how much he’s missed me, but I’m afraid I would topple over because my balance is shit, so I brace my hands on his shoulders while he explores my exposed skin with his hands and soft kisses.
After a few tortuous moments of him touching me, he gives my ass a little crack with his palm. “Get on the bed.”
I turn around and give him a good view of my ass. The slap is still smarting, so I know he left a red spot, plus it’s one part of me that I feel is still completely mine. So much about my body has changed; it takes a hell of lot of confidence to embrace the transformation.
Grim is on me before I can even reach the bed. His front molded to my back. He must have lost the pants at some point, because I can feel the velvetiness of his cock against my ass. I moan when he wraps his arms over the top of my chest, crushing me to him as tightly as possible. Reaching my hands back, I feel the tight muscles of his legs under my palms.
Taking my weight, he lifts me, and my chest constricts from the tight embrace, making it a little harder to draw a breath, but who cares about breathing when I can feel the head of his dick slipping between my legs? Without having a free hand, it takes Grim a second to get our bodies lined up, but when he does, he lets me down just enough so that his cock is seated deep inside me. In this position I have no control, and all I can do is curl my knees up a little against his body.
As he takes a step forward, he goes a little deeper. My inner muscles clench, already anticipating an orgasm. When we reach the bed, he leans over until I’m kneeling on the mattress and he’s standing behind me. My body goes slack as he starts to actually move, thrusting in and out at a slow pace designed to make me crazy with need. Stars, this man fucks like he has something to prove each and every time. Good thing I’m the only one that will ever be the recipient.
“Three, Omnia.” I know what the words mean. He’s going to make me come three times before he’s finished. It’s a blessing and a curse, one I will bear any time he wants it.
His hand splays over my back, caressing my skin. His reverent touch makes me feel worshipped in a way that I can’t quite articulate. He just makes me feel everything.
I grind back and lift my belly off the sheet to slide my hand between my legs. Using my middle finger, I circle my swollen clit. Combined with his thickness inside me, it’s enough to send me over the edge for the first time.
Grim grabs my long hair in his fist and growls, “One,” in my ear while my body is still trembling. Pushing me down sideways, he climbs on the bed and rolls over onto his back, his hands are already on my hips, dragging me over until I’m above him. Even in this position, Grim doesn’t relinquish his power.
He controls how deep he goes and sets the pace with his fingers digging into my hips. I’ll have bruises later, ones he will kiss with his angel lips before whispering nonsensical words across my skin, making me remember just how they got there.
His eyes are on mine, heavy-lidded and bright with flames that could consume the world, but he looks upon me as if I am his world. I throw my head back and pant out a breath. I can feel the sweat dotting my skin, and when he lifts me again, his hand slips and he growls when I drop to his hilt.
“Stars,” he curses, and goes completely still. I milk him with my inner muscles, but he doesn’t break. The seam of his lips is tight, as is the side of his jaw. I know he’s clenching his teeth. I lean forward to kiss him, but my belly gets in the way and I end up grunting instead. No
t the sexy kind either.
The corner of Grim’s lips slip up just a millimeter when he realizes my plight. He rolls us over so I’m on my side and turns his body until we’re forming an X. Reaching for my ankle, he lifts my leg high in the air, and it allows him to go so much deeper. I think my eyes roll back in my head for a second. “Here comes the second,” he boasts, and his grip tightens. Sure as the sun rises, the heavy feeling low in my stomach intensifies, and my body coils tight until one deep stroke at just the right moment sends me over the edge. I moan out his name along with a few soft praises.
He rides me through the orgasm, caressing every inch of my body. My nipples and clit are so sensitive, I almost push his hand away when he touches them, but I love the way he groans when my muscles squeeze around his cock, and I know that when I come again, he will be coming with me.
The bedroom door opens, drawing my attention. With heavy-lidded eyes, I see Calix in the doorway. It’s not the first time he’s joined us. After the night at the club, we’ve had our fair share of threesomes. The best cure for a down day is to let two men, who are hotter than sin, show you just how much you mean to them, and suddenly swollen ankles and bigger hips no longer seem like a big deal.
“Are you just going to watch?” I run my hands over Grim’s chest. That’s all the invitation Calix needs to strip off his shirt and hop out of his jeans.
Grim and Calix manage to find a way to ignore each other’s presence and work together at the same time. It’s quite miraculous, and it’s always been this way between them. Without speaking, Calix kneels on the bed while Grim moves me around until I’m on all fours between them. Calix’s dick is already hard when he takes it in his hand and gives himself a few strokes. I look up at him from under my lashes and moan the moment he slides his cock into my waiting mouth.
Grim gives me one hard thrust, shoving me forward a little, and I gag on Calix’s dick. Grim chuckles, but it’s a dark sound, while Calix lets out a moan as my throat constricts around the head of his dick.
I try to look over my shoulder to give Grim a nasty glare, but Calix palms my jaw, tracing my cheek lovingly with his fingers, and I forget why I was mad. We quickly find a rhythm, as if we were always meant to do this, and it’s not long before I get that weighty feeling again, the one that tells me I’ll be coming soon. My hips start to swivel more, and my sucking grows almost feverish as I chase the euphoria I know is coming.
Calix tosses his head back and tightens his fist in my hair. He can read my body just as well as I can read his. He’s close, too.
Grim cracks his palm against my ass again, and I jump. His fingers are dangerously close to my ass as he spreads my cheeks, going as deep as he can. I whimper when his thumb rims my opening before sinking in. A guttural moan hums past my lips, and Calix starts coming down the back of my throat. I swallow just as I start coming for the third time.
Grim’s not far behind. He groans and locks his hips against my ass, pumping into me without moving. I slide Calix from my lips, his dick is still semi-hard and glistening from my mouth, and then I fall onto the bed on my side. My entire body feels used in the best possible way, but I need a fucking nap after that.
“Go to sleep. We’ll be here when you wake up.” Grim strokes my hair away from my face. I didn’t even realize I said that out loud.
Chapter 22
Gunnar eyes the big bowl of frosted shredded wheat I’m eating and gives me a dubious look. “What? I’m hungry.”
“Why don’t you try some real food then?”
“Because this tastes better.” I half pout, half snarl, and Gunnar raises his hands in surrender. “Did Grim leave again? And where’s Calix?” I woke up alone after my nap—well, I guess it wasn’t a nap, considering I slept from three a.m. to six p.m., but whatever.
“Not that I know of. He was around a little bit ago.”
“I’m here,” Grim says, entering the room and stepping over to give the top of my head a kiss. I crane my neck to look up at him.
“You haven’t left in a hurry like that in a while. Anything I should know about?”
“I’ve spoken to any and every person I thought might assist us in finding the witch, but it’s as if he’s disappeared,” Grim informs me.
I push my bowl away, then glance around the table. “You guys have still been looking for him?”
“Just keeping our ears and eyes open,” Gunnar tells me.
“Why didn’t you say anything to me about it?”
“There hasn’t been anything to tell you. I haven’t been called to reap a soul. We’ve learned nothing new.”
“You still could have said something,” I mutter dejectedly.
“We are now because there’s something to tell you.” Grim curls his hands over the edge of the counter and leans back. It makes the veins in his forearms stand out, and I have to remind myself I’m not supposed to be lusting after him right now.
“You found something?” I nearly whisper.
“Not something, someone,” Gunnar chimes in.
Grim nods. “More of a conclusion we’ve come to. The last person who has even hinted at seeing or hearing anything was that Bogman who was infatuated with you.”
“Bogman? Oh, you mean Boogey,” I correct.
“Yes, him,” Grim agrees.
“Should we go try to talk to him again?” I’ve always thought it was strange that he sought me out here, but when we were at the school it was as if he wasn’t even there.
“I’d like to question that guy.” Gunnar pushes his knuckles into his fist, and I can hear them pop from across the table. I already know what kind of questioning he would like to do to Boogey.
“I want to go too,” I tell them, even though I know they’re going to argue that I shouldn’t. “The school’s not too far. I can drive down and meet you there. I’m sure Calix would ride with me.” They all know I won’t let Grim blink me anywhere. After the baby started moving, it just seemed too weird. What if something happened to her? Irrational? Probably, but who knows what could happen?
Gunnar and Grim look at each other. “You want to go?” Gunnar asks hesitantly. “Maybe we should just wait.”
I slit my eyes and stare him down. “I’ve been trapped in this house for weeks. Grim feeds me sins, you guys are fattening me up with food, and before you know it, you’re going to have to roll me out the door. The only place I ever go is to the doctor’s office. And I’ve only been like twice!”
“Whatever you want, Omnia,” Grim concedes without an argument, and I feel like he gave in too easily. Now I’m suspicious, so I eye him.
“We just have to wait for the Nemean—”
“Calix,” I interject.
“For Calix to return. Plus, it’s already late, the school’s offices would be closed to visitors at this hour,” Grim finishes.
Ah, now I see his angle. He thinks I won’t wake up early to go with him. “Where did Calix go?” I choose to ignore his other statement.
“Shopping.” Gunnar rolls his eyes.
I wrinkle my nose and grin. The one thing I was not prepared for was how much I would love little baby clothes. Stars, Calix brings me home a new load of tiny little onesies and dresses every week. My baby girl already has a closet full of shit, and he’s constantly bringing us more. She’ll never be able to wear it all.
“We’ll have to just get up early tomorrow and go,” Gunnar says with a fake wince, already assuming I’ll decline and stay in bed. I’m not that lazy.
“Great, that will give me time to find something that fits.”
Gunnar’s mouth opens, but he doesn’t say anything, so I fold my hands in my lap and wait for the next excuse. “Death?” Gunnar looks to Grim for a solution.
I turn my attention to him as well. “What will it take for you to stay home?” Grim asks, never one to beat around the bush. The gorgeous fucker jerks his chin in the air and gives me those damn stormy gray eyes.
I pretend to play dumb. “Are you trying to bribe me to stay
home?”
“Anything you want,” he offers.
“Anything?” I tap my finger on my chin. “Oh, the places I could go.” I sigh wistfully.
“Within reason,” Gunnar pipes up. When I give him a saucy look, he straightens his back and glares at me. “Not gonna happen, Dami, so don’t even ask.”
I start to pout but end up smiling. “I’m not that twisted, Kitten. Besides, I’m much too selfish to ask what you were thinking. What if one of you liked it and then I would have to share all my dicks?” I shake my head and purse my lips.
“I wouldn’t like it,” Gunnar mutters, and I snicker. I don’t know what it says about me that he thought I would ask them to fuck each other. Oh well, I accepted I was a twisted bitch a long time ago.
I stand up and saunter over to Grim. His eyes track my every movement, and that’s how I know what I’m about to say is true. “You’ll give me whatever I want anyway, Loverboy, and I’m still going.” I plant a tiny kiss on his lips then flounce away—well, as much as I can flounce anyway.
“Stars!” Grim grouses.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather stay home and open up a fresh gallon of yogurt? I got cookies,” Calix cajoles.
“Yogurt doesn’t even come in gallons, that’s ice cream.” I can’t help but give him a little bit of fruitless hope. “What kind of cookies?”
“Oreos, and chocolate chip, the chewy kind.”
“And the brownie ones you like,” Gunnar adds.
“Since we’re already halfway there…” I pretend to weigh my options.
“Damn it, I told you, you should have said something before we left,” Gunnar snaps.
“If you think some yogurt and cookies are enough to get me to say home, you don’t know me as well as you think.”
“And that’s why I didn’t even really try.” Calix sighs. Gunnar grumbles under his breath, and I swear I hear a few curses. I reach over and take Gunnar’s hand to show him I was just teasing with my comment about him not really knowing me.
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