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

by Charlie Hart

  “I’m just glad he didn’t take his anger out on you,” I tell them. “You’ve sacrificed so much for us.”

  “We’re family,” Mom says shaking her head. “It’s what we do.”

  “You guys are all so lucky to have one another,” Tia says.

  I sit up and put my arm around her.

  My father smiles. “Tia, we’re lucky to have you, too, you know.”

  She bites the side of her lip, her telltale sign that she doubts what she hears.

  “It’s true,” Grace says, some of the tension already dissipating in the room. “I always wanted a daughter. And I couldn’t have asked for a stronger, braver one than you. And I see how much you love my son. For that alone, we love you.”

  Tia’s face crumbles as she begins to cry. “You’re all too good to me. You raised such a good son, I can’t believe I was able to marry into your family. That you’ve welcomed me with such open arms. You know that I haven’t been the ideal daughter-in-law. I know Em told you some of the secrets I kept. I deceived my husbands. I wish I were--”

  Grace cuts her off. “You know what Emerson said to us the day he called, letting us know his name had been drawn in the lottery?”

  My cheeks grow red at the memory. Tia, though, stops crying and leans in to listen.

  “He told us that he had just married the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He asked us to picture an early summer strawberry, ripe and sweet and so perfect. He said that was Tia. He said, somehow, I just married the woman of my dreams.”

  “You said all that?” Tia asks, turning on the couch to face me.

  I nod. “I loved you since the moment we met. And I certainly don’t wish you were different than you are.”

  “But now you know I’m not like a strawberry. I’m not as sweet as you first thought.”

  I smile, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my wife’s ear. “Maybe. But you’re just as delicious.”

  Her jaw drops and she smacks me playfully. “Oh, my God, Emerson! I cannot believe you just said that in front of your parents.”

  They’re laughing too though, and at least his comment lightened the mood.

  “This is so awkward,” Tia says, covering her face as a fit of giggles overtakes her.

  “Hey, you kids should pack a dinner and then head to the barn for the night,” Dad says.

  Mom stands. “It’s been a long day and with your brothers gone until tomorrow, the house will be quiet and we can spend some time with Mason whenever he is ready to open up.”

  “Should I stay?” I ask, not wanting to shirk my responsibility.

  “No,” Mom says. “You may be his biological father, but he sees you as his big brother. Let him take some time to adjust, okay? We can have a big farmhouse breakfast in the morning before you guys head home.”

  I take Tia’s hand and help her to stand.

  Somehow, we got through the hardest conversation of my life. And I’m glad my wife was by my side.

  As Tia and I leave the farmhouse with baskets of food in tow, we see the other husbands out in the far field. We head that way, Tia cracking up over the sight of everyone scooping horse manure for my father. Her tears are gone, and I’m relieved to see her smiling.

  “I can’t believe my dad gave you this job,” I say, unable to hold back my laughter.

  “Yeah, it’s the shits,” Hux says with a grin.

  “You about done?” Tia asks. “Grace packed our dinner to take to the barn. We’re sleeping out there tonight.”

  “In the barn?” Banks asks, raising his eyebrows. “You’re kidding, right?”

  “How long have you lived in Alaska, city boy?” Fallon jokes. “It’s time you got used to roughing it.”

  “Why would I?” he asks. “I plan on returning to the compound, with all it’s bells and whistles tomorrow.”

  “Fair enough,” Giles says. “Besides, you’re already knee-deep in crap, you’ve definitely earned some mountain man points today.”

  “So, the barn?” Salinger asks. “Does it have running water, because I could use a hot shower.”

  “It’s has everything you need, I promise.” I grin. “Why don’t a few of you grab our bags from the house and meet us there?”

  A few minutes later, we’re pulling open the side door of the barn and Tia gasps in surprise.

  I twist my lips, enjoying the way her face lights up as she looks around. “Not what you were expecting?”

  “Um, no. This place is gorgeous, Em.”

  It may appear to be a regular red barn from the exterior, but inside, it is a top of the line mancave. There are leather sofas, a large kitchen, a pool table, and a massive loft that can easily sleep a dozen people.

  I didn’t build it all on my own, but I designed it and made sure it was outfitted with plenty of custom bells and whistles. Heated tiles in the bathroom, a home theater room, and a well-stocked whiskey bar.

  The guys come in behind us and Huxley lets out a low whistle as he looks around appreciatively. “This place is nice, man,” he says. “I had no idea.”

  “I built it with the money I made after I joined the Navy.”

  Tia frowns. “I thought that was the money you used to enter the lottery.”

  “Oh, well, I did a few special ops missions too.”

  “The ones that gave bonuses?” Salinger asks, interested.

  I hate talking about myself so I just shrug. “Yeah.”

  “Uh, I know the names of the officers on those missions are strictly top secret, but man, I know the payout on those gigs. You must have done like half a dozen to afford this place.”

  “Something like that,” I say.

  “I had no idea, Em,” Salinger says, giving me real respect for what seems like the first time. “Those are insanely dangerous.”

  “I was asked to do them, so I stepped up for the State of Alaska. That’s all. It was my duty.”

  Giles, though, doesn’t want to drop it. “Emerson, you don’t need to be so fucking humble. Fallon and I are in the service. We know what those missions entail, to some degree.”

  Fallon clears his throat. “In the old world, they would have called you a Navy Seal. Alaska doesn’t have that branch, but man, much respect.”

  I shake my head. “Not necessary,” I say. “But I am grateful. It afforded me enough tickets to get a wife. This barn is where I’d spend most of my leave before getting married.”

  “Why didn’t you show me last time?” Tia asks, looking at me in an entirely new way.

  “I figured telling you I had a kid was enough to process. Didn’t need you to think I was some fancy-ass sailor to boot.”

  At that, everyone laughs.

  Chapter 21

  Tia

  The new knowledge that Emerson is basically a Navy Seal does get me a little turned on. I don't know what that says about me exactly, but considering that he's looking at me with a glint in his own eye, I'm not sure it matters.

  "It's been a long day," he says, his eyes running over my body. When he looks at me, I can’t help but feel a rush of heat rush through me. My nipples harden and I wish I’d worn a padded bra. But then I see Em lick his lips and I change my mind. I like getting my husband all hot and bothered.

  "Did it go okay with Mason?" Giles asks, always concerned about everyone.

  "He needs a bit of space," I say. “That's why we're here, instead of the farmhouse for the night."

  I look at my basket of food and ask if anyone is hungry.

  "Honestly?" Salinger says holding his grimy hands up and wincing. "I need to get out of these clothes. I'm disgusting."

  "I could help you, if you want," I say wiggling my eyebrows, which gets me a chuckle from Sal.

  "Do you realize what you're suggesting?" Huxley asks stepping toward me, blue eyes full of mischief and a crooked smile tugging at one side of his mouth. "Because all six of us need to get washed up."

  I look over Emerson. "That true?" I ask. "Are you dirty too, Em?" I smile knowing my words
are teasing and more flirty than they usually are. But it helps ease the tension of the day.

  Coming here has been a big step for us. Everyone not only met Emerson’s parents, but they also met Emerson's son. It seems so official, so real. We are not just married, we really are becoming a family.

  "There's a double shower back down the hall, but there is also a bunch of outside showers if you'd like to see?"

  "Sounds freezing," I say laughing.

  But Emerson just shakes his head. “There's a sauna out there too. I know you can’t use it since you’re pregnant, but the showers have hot water.” He smiles, then shrugs and adds, “It's kinda romantic out there.”

  “Romantic, huh?” I tease, running my fingers down Emerson’s arm. “In that case, lead the way.”

  The six of us follow Emerson through the barn. I take in the furnishings, gorgeous sofas, framed paintings of the nature on this island. Reclaimed wood beams are everywhere and there's a loft above us. Everything is painted in bright white and muted grays. It's soothing, but also comfortable.

  It fits Emerson’s personality. Attention has been paid to even the smallest detail, but it's also relaxed. I drop the basket of food on the counter in the kitchen and put the cheese and fruit in the fridge, which I see that is already stocked with a few six-packs of beer.

  I feel myself relax. Tonight is going to be perfect. Obviously, I won't be drinking any of the alcohol, but I can still enjoy watching my husbands let down their guards.

  We need this time together. I had no idea just how much.

  "Hey, baby, you okay?" Fallon asks wrapping his arms around my waist.

  "More than okay." I grab one of the six packs and hand it to him. "I think everyone deserves a drink after all that scooping of manure.”

  He grins, taking it from me and hand-in-hand, we walk outside with the rest of the men.

  "Oh, wow," I say taking it all in as the men pop open their cans of beer. The shower area and sauna are outside, and cedar fencing surrounds the well-landscaped area.

  Plenty of privacy and at the same time romantic, just as Emerson promised.

  "You spent a lot of time in the sauna by yourself?" Hux asks, teasing Em.

  "Well, aren't you glad I built it?" Emerson says not taking the bait. "Honestly, I’ve only used it a few times. But, right now I’m pretty fucking glad it's here."

  “Me too,” I say with a smirk, watching my husbands as they begin to strip from their work clothes. Their hair may be sweaty and their hands covered in grime, but I am salivating at their physiques. Muscles and brawn and so much testosterone. My core tightens in anticipation and I lick my lips thinking about washing them all off.

  "You coming?" Salinger asks, standing before me bare naked. His ladder of abs draws my eyes downward, and I suck in a sharp breath as I take in his cock, already growing hard.

  I watch him turn on the water, the spray immediately soaking him making him look even more attractive if it’s possible. Rivulets of water run down his muscular torso.

  "It’s going to be freezing," I say, laughing.

  "It's not," Emerson says turning on another showerhead. There are four showers in all, but it's an open showering space. Part of me wonders if Emerson always imagined winning the lottery, coming back here someday, and using this space for exactly this.

  I know he wanted a wife so badly. A family. I smile thinking about how he is getting everything he hoped for.

  I press my hands to my belly hoping that I can give him even more. Give him everything.

  Oh, how I hope this pregnancy ends well.

  "I see that look in your eyes," Banks says taking off his shirt, pushing down his boxers. "You're getting serious."

  "Like you're one to talk," I say watching my husbands as they begin washing themselves up. God, this view is so gorgeous.

  "I'm trying to be chill right now," Banks says, laughing, and then reaching for my hand. "If I make it all this effort, maybe you should too, sweetheart." He smacks my ass playfully.

  "Yes, Sir," I say, laughing in delight as Banks pulls me under the warm water.

  I'm still fully clothed, but he doesn’t care.

  "Somebody needs to help our wife out of those clothes," Salinger says looking at me from another shower.

  "No need to ask me twice," Emerson says, his fingers already on the hem of my sweater pulling it over my head. My jeans are stuck to my skin but he kneels down, easing them over my hips. His mouth presses against my swollen belly, kissing me there. Sending a flutter of love through my body.

  "There you go," he tells me. My panties are tossed aside as well and his mouth lowers, pressing between my thighs. I close my eyes, loving the sensation of his hands all over me. The sensation of all my husbands watching.

  "I think this is the first time we've all been naked together," I say and the men laugh awkwardly. "Was that too blunt? I just kind of felt like it was the elephant in the room," I say shaking my head. Then reaching for Emerson's hand, I pull him to stand. "The thing is, it feels really special. Being here with all of you. Together. It feels like we are finally a family. For so long, it's just been each of us, on our own, against the world, all of us fighting for our own survival. But right now, it doesn't feel like that all.” Tears prick my eyes and I blink them away. “It feels like…"

  "Baby, we understand. It feels fucking right," Salinger says, stepping across our divide and pulling me to him. He kisses me hard on the lips, and my other husbands actually clap. As if they want this as badly as I do.

  My mouth opens to Salinger, his tongue finding mine, his body pressed against my own. The water is warm and with his electric touch, I'm certainly not cold.

  Behind me, Banks moves closer and I feel his hard cock against my ass. He doesn't move too quickly, just runs his hands over my skin. I know this is a big deal for him. To share his vulnerability with me, in front of everyone else.

  I want him to know how special this is. I turn from Salinger, arching my back so he can grab my ass, and I kiss Banks, pulling his lips to my mouth. My hands run through his thick hair as I look into his eyes.

  Between kisses, I exhale. "I love you Banks," I tell him.

  His eyes sear into my own, my pulse quickening as he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. I know it’s difficult for him being intimate in front of the others, and I appreciate him all the more for the effort he’s made to overcome his insecurities and fears.

  His hard cock rubs eagerly against my slick pussy.

  My husbands have me so turned on, I know it won’t take much to have me screaming each of their names.

  "I love you too, Tia," Banks says between kisses, his words full of emotion.

  I'm hyper-aware of everyone watching. I don't want anyone to feel left out or forgotten. But I’m also lost in the physical pleasure.

  Our foreheads press against one another, my lips now swollen from his kisses.

  "I don't know how we’re supposed to do this,” I admit. “How I can make everyone happy at the same time," I say revealing my fear.

  "There is no way any of us could be unhappy at this moment," Fallon tells me. "Tia, we have all night. We have forever."

  The rest of my husbands assure me that there is nothing I need to do right now but enjoy myself. Not to overthink it.

  They’re right. I know that tonight we will all be together in one way or another.

  A few men head into the sauna as Banks sets me down on his cock, taking me under the shower, and beside me Salinger begins to touch himself, stroking his massive cock, as Banks fills me. It’s erotic, watching Salinger as he gets himself off, watching as I’m fucked hard by Banks.

  I moan in pleasure as come spurts from the tip of Sal’s cock and Banks finishes inside of me. My pussy tightens around him as he pulses inside of me, pulling an orgasm from me.

  "God, Tia," Banks groans. His mouth is on my ear, his hands on my back holding me in place, my legs squeezing so tight as I come with a flourish. "You feel so fucking tight, wife
."

  He sets me down, catching his breath, moving to another shower and turning on freezing cold water.

  I pull Salinger to me, not even close to having had enough.

  "Are you ready for another round?" I ask my hand already on his still hard cock.

  "Oh, baby, please,” he growls, running his hands through my hair, drawing my mouth to his. He kisses me, teasing my lips between his teeth. He spins me around and my hands press against the cedar fence, the warm water sliding down my back as he spreads my ass cheeks apart, massaging them before pressing his thick cock into my still wet pussy from behind.

  "Oh, God, you’re so fucking hot," he groans, his hands over around my body and taking hold of both my breasts. His thumb and his forefinger play with my nipples as his cock begins to fill me up, inch by perfect inch. He doesn't take me hard, and I know he is concerned about the pregnancy. But I want more, I want faster.

  He laughs, telling me he loves it when I take control. My eyes meet Banks’ and I see a flicker of heat in his eye at the idea of me taking control. When I’m with Banks, he is in the driver’s seat.

  I reach around grabbing Sal ’s ass, pulling him into me hard.

  "Oh, God,” he moans. “This is exactly what I needed."

  I love knowing that I’m making my husband happy. It's so much to balance six husbands, but somehow I’m making it work. It gives me hope.

  When we finish, I wash myself off, then see Fallon and Giles exit the sauna. "I wish I could go in there," I say. "But now I guess I have it to look forward to after babies are born."

  Fallon smiles, wrapping a towel around my shoulders. “We have a lot to look forward to."

  "Should we…?” I tilt my head toward the barn entrance, and Fallon and Giles nod. I watch as Bank and Salinger head into the sauna, and I am pleased to spend some time with just Fallon and Giles. It's been a while since the three of us were alone together.

  "Your belly is starting to show," Fallon says as he walks naked into the barn. I wrap the towel around me trying to dry off some of the water, but my feet leave water marks on the wood-planked floor.