The Wife Pact: Emerson (Six Men of Alaska Book 5)

by Charlie Hart

  Still, I hear them over the running water. Huxley and Em arguing in the bedroom. The boat is totaled. Which means we’re going to have to find a new way to get home.

  “I can’t just snap my fingers and have a new boat ready for us.” Huxley’s voice carries.

  Emerson says something that sounds just as defeated.

  I know he blames himself, but there was nothing he could have done differently. All three of us are lucky to be alive with how quickly the storm came in.

  Huxley and I should be praising him, rather than freaking out about how we’re going to get home.

  I poke my head out of the shower and yell to them. “Would you both stop your arguing and get in here. I’m going to need more than a hot shower to warm me up.”

  A small chuckle escapes my lips when almost instantly my husbands are in the room, stripping down.

  They may disagree on a hundred and one different things, but there’s always one thing I know that can unify even the most stubborn of them -- me.

  Chapter 12

  Emerson

  I need one thing to go right. Just one fucking thing. After the day I’ve had, I can’t take another blow. A ruined ship. Betraying Tia’s other husbands. A mission that could cost us all more than we are prepared to pay.

  Then Tia calls for us.

  In the bathroom, she stands naked. So fucking gorgeous that every negative thought slips from my mind. I drag a hand through my hair as I look at my wife. Her long, lean legs, her curvy hips, her breasts so full. And now her belly has the slightest bump.

  She's carrying my children.

  And nothing gets me harder than that truth.

  I start to say something, but my voice catches. I don’t try again, not trusting myself. I’m an emotional wreck right now, and all I want is to get lost in my wife’s body. Besides, everything I want to say she already knows.

  That I love her.

  That I need her.

  That having her in my life makes me complete in a way I didn't even know was possible.

  Today we were lost at sea, and tonight I’m going to get lost in her.

  Beside me, Huxley strips, and I follow suit. Tia asked for us and we won’t make our wife wait.

  Huxley steps into the shower first and I watch as he moves behind Tia, pulling up her hair and kissing her neck. One of his hands wraps around her torso and he squeezes her breast, making her moan.

  The sound has my cock so damn hard.

  I move into the steaming shower, letting the warm spray begin to wash the day away. Once I close the door, the three of us are in a cocoon. No one knows where we are, it's just the three of us, refusing to let fear conquer our desire. Our desire to save Tia and our babies.

  Nothing will get in the way that.

  I don't say a word, but I know Tia must read everything that's on my mind. She reaches for me and pulls me close, wrapping her fingers around my now hard cock.

  When she leans her forehead against my chest, I close my eyes. Feeling like I could stay here in this moment with her forever. I don't care that Hux is with us, I realize that we all offer our wife something different. Something that she needs.

  Her hand runs up and down my shaft, and my thickness begins to throb under her touch.

  I know she senses it, my need for her, and she looks up into my eyes before pulling my face to her mouth. She kisses me with fervor, with heat. Her day has been fueled by uncertainty too. I pray it isn’t too much stress for her pregnant body, but I know the stress she would have had if she were kept at the compound, pacing the hallways all day, desperate for a cure.

  Her mouth opens and I swirl my tongue around hers. She swivels her hips, grinding her ass against Huxley’s cock, and she begins to tease her pussy with the tip of my cock.

  I run my hand between her thighs, pressing a finger inside her nice warm opening. She is so tight, so wet. My mouth lowers to her breasts, needing more of her perfect, round, full globes. I pull her hard nipple into my mouth and run it between my teeth.

  Behind her, Huxley presses her back forward ever so slightly as he begins to take her from behind.

  "You ready for this baby?" he asks as he begins to fill her up with his hard cock.

  I look into my wife's eyes, they are drunk with desire and I smile, loving how she so willingly gives all of herself to the men she loves. Huxley spreads her cheeks and begins to press his cock into her as I drop to my knees and lift one of her legs over my shoulders. Then I begin to suck her creamy pussy, and my body relaxes for the first time all day.

  This is my favorite place in the entire world to be: my mouth buried against her pussy. I want to make her scream in orgasm as Huxley fucks her, as I eat her. She tastes good, so warm and ready. I run my tongue up and down her slit, her clit so nice and tight.

  I suck it hard, the way I know she likes, and it makes her squirm in delight. I run one hand over her belly, then take hold of one of her full breasts. Behind, Huxley eases himself into her completely, and her moans deepen, her back arches and her head falls against Huxley's shoulders.

  "I don't want to lose my balance," she laughs, hands diving into my hair.

  "We’ve got a hold of you," Huxley growls. And he's right. We do have a hold of her and we are not letting her go no matter what happens next.

  "Oh, God," she moans as her slick pussy drips into my mouth I nuzzle my beard nice and hard against her, knowing how much she likes the sensation of me going down on her.

  Hux moves faster, his hands on her hips as he brings himself closer to the edge. He fucks her harder and harder until he comes.

  She's moaning now, the desire coursing through her body, making her tremble. She is so damn close.

  "Oh God, yes, yes." She presses my head back to her pussy, desperate for my mouth as an orgasm rolls over her. I press my tongue deep inside of her, loving the way it feels when my wife comes against me. The walls of her pussy tighten, and she collapses against Huxley’s chest as she finishes.

  "Oh, yes,” she moans again. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

  I stand, pressing my hand against her pussy.

  "We’re not finished," I tell her. “If that's what you thought."

  Then I lift my soaking wet wife over my shoulders and I carry her to the bed.

  We order room service the next morning, coffee and bacon and eggs and pancakes. Tia had another serving of the flower tea when she woke and suddenly she has a real appetite for the first time in weeks.

  I grin, this morning is a fucking dream. Her, Huxley, and I naked in the massive California king size hotel bed, as I feed her a bite of banana pancakes drenched in sweet chocolate syrup.

  “It tastes so good.” She licks her lips, her bed head making me crazy in the most delicious way. She looks so fresh, so alive.

  Pregnancy looks good on her.

  “You know what else might taste good?” Huxley asks, taking the cup of chocolate sauce and easing her on her back. I clear the breakfast trays from the bed and kneel beside my wife as Huxley begins to drizzle the syrup on her tits. He begins to kiss it off, licking her tight nipples. I swear to god her breasts doubled in size overnight. Talk about a pregnancy perk.

  “The sheets are going to be ruined,” she says, glancing down at where a drop of the dark chocolate has fallen against the white fabric.

  “I think we ruined them plenty last night.”

  The three of us laugh, and I remember what we did after we exited the shower. Huxley spread Tia’s legs and fingered her until she was gushing against him. She begged me to come against her breasts, and she licked my cock until all three of us were gasping for breath.

  “Hey, Em,” Hux says. “In my bag, I brought something for Tia. Can you grab it? On the side pocket.”

  I stand, my cock at attention like it always with whenever I’m with my wife. In the pocket, there is a bright pink vibrator and I lift my eyes.

  Tia’s face lights up. “For me?”

  I kneel before her, turning on the vibrator, as
Huxley continues to lick the chocolate off his wife’s breasts. I press the vibrator between her thighs and she immediately begins to laugh.

  “Oh, gosh, that is faster than the other one,” she says.

  “You’ve used one before?” I ask.

  She looks at Hux who bites back a smile. “Hux gave me one a few months ago. As a little gift.”

  “Shit, I guess I’ve been trying to win my wife over all wrong,” I say with a grin as I gently push her knees down and begin to run the device up and down her pussy. God, it’s so pink and tight and I want to make her come hard. I want every single strand of stress to be released so that later today when we risk so much, we have this moment to remember. Absolute bliss.

  “You’ve won me over just fine, Emerson,” she says sighing, as she leans against the pillows. Huxley moves closer to her face, the chocolate is all gone now. And she begins to suck his cock as I warm her pussy up nice and good.

  It doesn’t take long before she’s dripping for me, and I decide this vibrator might be fine for Huxley, maybe he needs chocolate and batteries to satisfy his wife.

  But not me.

  I lift her ass, her legs over my shoulders, and I fill her with my ready cock. She moans in pleasure, sucking Huxley as she takes each of my thrusts.

  I love this woman, her body and her laugh and her heart.

  As her pregnancy progresses, I know we will have to be more careful, so I’m going to enjoy every damn moment I have with her. I try to push away the little voice that reminds me that there are no assurances of how many moments we have left.

  I hold Tia’s gaze, seeing the love I feel for her mirrored in her eyes.

  After we make love, I am going to prove to her I am more than a farm boy, more than a man who was forced to leave his son behind, more than a sailor, more than the saint that she seems to think I am.

  I am going to show her I can be her hero. That I can save the goddamn day.

  Chapter 13

  Tia

  I’m a little bit sore and a whole lot content as we leave the hotel. A new Wrangler waits for us outside, the keys on the dashboard. I don’t question Huxley about how he got it or the calls that he keeps making as we drive towards the next dropoff point he’s directed us to.

  It is so strange being back in Seattle, the city I grew up in. And as we wind up familiar hills and around marinas, I feel an unexpected longing for home.

  But with a start, I realize the home I am wishing for is not this one. It’s the compound. The raucous laughter from my husbands as we share a meal, the quiet evening where we relax in the study, glasses of wine and books on hand. Salinger’s jokes and Giles’ hand on my back. Always a husband to wrap me in a warm embrace.

  When I was at Emerson’s parents home, all I saw was what our home wasn’t, instead of considering what our home is.

  I let my head rest against the passenger's seat and look at Emerson as he drives. I reach out my hand and take his in mine.

  “It’s pretty here, right?” I say to Em. “Sometimes I get glimpses of what it must have looked like before...”

  “Before everything went to hell,” Huxley mutters.

  “Yeah,” I say, glancing back at him.

  Huxley brows are furrowed and it’s clear something is bothering him.

  “Shit,” he mutters as he scrolls through a message on his phone.

  Emerson glances over his shoulder, fists wrapped around the steering wheel, a frown pulling at his lips. “What now?”

  “The security system at Saint Augustine’s is proving more difficult to hack into than I thought. I have one of my top men on it, but there’s a large section of the building that seems to be ghosted out. None of our servers can touch it.”

  I sigh, knowing we’ve come upon another insurmountable problem.

  But I won’t let it stop me.

  We will get those files. Even if it means me walking through the front doors of the building and demanding my father give them to me.

  I know it’s out of the question. He’d lock me up and use me and my children as guinea pigs. But I’m desperate. And the tension radiating off Emerson isn’t helping.

  “There may be another way,” I say, chewing on my thumbnail. “When I was at Saint Augustine's, one of the nuns, Teresa, sort of adopted me as her own. She was my father’s secretary for years. She retired a few years ago and is living just outside of the city with her younger brothers and their families. I know, because she took me there a few times, sneaking me out of the dormitory for the afternoon.”

  “And?” Hux asks, a hint of frustration in his tone. “How is a retired nun going to help us.”

  “It’s not unusual for her to visit Saint Augustine's. And she knows the building better than anyone.”

  “You trust her enough to risk exposing yourself to her?” Em asks.

  I consider his question before answering. “She’s the one who helped me escape. So, yes, I trust her.”

  “Turn here,” Hux order, pointing at an old warehouse. “And park in the back.”

  Emerson does as Hux orders, then says, “I don’t like the idea of bringing any more people into this.”

  “But we will if we have to,” Hux says, opening the door and getting out. “We’ll do what needs to be done.” He points at me. “Stay here.”

  I’m about to obey him, but I see a flash of blond hair from the corner of my eye as Emerson gets out, and a fist being slammed into my husband’s face.

  I let out a small shriek, but it quickly turns to a harsh intake of breath filled with shock when familiar blue eyes meet mine through the window.

  Fallon.

  Anger flares in his gaze, and I know I’m in big trouble.

  We all are.

  Chapter 14

  Emerson

  I’m blindsided by the first punch, but I quickly get my bearing, and even though I can’t see my attacker because of the stars that spin in front of my eyes, I strike out wildly, landing a blow on the man’s jaw.

  “Fuck,” Huxley curses behind me.

  “Stop it,” Tia screams.

  “Jesus, Fallon, get off him,” Huxley yells, which only diverts Fallon’s attention to him, causing him to spin with an uppercut that clips Hux’s jaw.

  Hux grunts and stumbles backward.

  It gives me the chance to wrap an arm around Fallon’s neck and pull his arm behind his back. He struggles against me, elbowing me in the gut, but I don’t let go.

  “You stupid sons of bitches,” Fallon growls out, elbowing me in the ribs. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

  “Saving our wife,” I yell back, twisting his arm probably a little too hard. “Stop fighting and I’ll let you go.”

  “I should kill both of you for putting Tia in danger.”

  I have no doubt he’d probably try if given the chance. He’s pissed. And I get it. But he wasn’t supposed to be home for several more days.

  “It was my idea,” Tia says, which isn’t exactly true. She would never have come if I hadn’t brought her here. If I hadn’t suggested that I could get the documents Banks needs.

  “I don’t care whose idea it was.” Fallon pushes me when I let him go. “You’re putting yourself at risk.”

  Tia takes a step towards him, placing a hand on his chest. “Every second that goes by without a cure, I’m at risk.”

  He drags a hand over his short-cropped hair and curses, but I can see some of his anger dissipating. Our wife’s touch has that ability, to calm.

  “You should have told me,” he grumbles.

  “Would you have let me go?”

  “No.”

  Her brows rise, and a small smile tugs at her lips. “Exactly.”

  “Well, you’re coming home with me. Now.”

  “How did you even find us?” Huxley asks, rubbing his chin.

  “Salinger.” Fallon glares at Huxley. “He’s been tracking your phone. When he heard about your boat, he was smart enough to tell me where you were.”

 
; Huxley grumbles under his breath. “Figures. Fucking pussy.”

  Fallon glares at him, then turns to me. “I’ve got my plane--”

  “We’re not leaving.” Tia’s mouth forms a thin line and she shakes her head despite the fury in Fallon’s gaze. “We came here to get those files, and we’re not leaving until we have them. You can either leave or help us.”

  “Damn, woman, why are you so stubborn?”

  Her mouth twists up slightly, eyes twinkling. “One against six, I have to be.” She places her hands over her belly. “I just hope that one of these babies is a healthy girl to counteract all this testosterone.”

  Despite the lightness of her words, I know that they’re actually meant to remind Fallon why we’re here. Banks already confirmed that Tia is carrying at least one girl. That alone is dangerous.

  “You should be at home resting.” Fallon’s voice doesn’t hold the same anger it had a few moments before.

  “I promise that I’ll rest when it becomes absolutely essential. But until then, I’m going to fight with everything I have to keep our children safe. Don’t begrudge me that.”

  Fallon’s jaw twitches. “Tia--”

  “No more arguing,” I say, wrapping an arm around Tia’s waist despite the glare Fallon gives me. “Tia’s right. Either help or go home.”

  A tense silence fills the space between us.

  “Fine.” Fallon’s fingers curl and uncurl into fists and I can tell he’s thinking about slugging me again. “What do you need me to do?”

  “Well,” Hux says. “Since I’m pretty sure you scared my mole away with your Neanderthal chest beating, I think it’s time we think about talking to Tia’s nun.”

  Chapter 15

  Tia

  “Sister Teresa,” I say, wrapping my arms around the older woman’s frail shoulders. The home she shares with her family was always so warm and inviting, and a part of me wants to sit on her couch, in front of the fire, and pretend all the worries we face aren’t ours to bear.