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I want them here with me.
Why the hell did I tell them I wanted space? It was the stupidest thing I could have told them, even though I was convinced it was the ‘right’ and ‘smart’ thing to do when I said it. Who the hell needs right? What’s so great about being smart?
My nipples tingle and my pussy clenches while I barely bite back a groan of need and annoyance. I haven’t been horny in three months, no matter what I tried. I really thought I was broken to the point I asked my OB/GYN about it. I glared when she got an amused little smile on her face and gently suggested it could be psychological.
This is pure fucking torture.
How am I supposed to survive this? Don’t they feel my need for them? Am I really going to have to go to them and get some damn relief?
I’ve missed them so much and now they’re here. They knew where I was the entire time, and it doesn’t surprise me to know they kept an eye on me as much as they could. It warms my heart to know they didn’t forget about me.
No, they were biding their time until they could come to me and offer me more than I had allowed myself to want from them.
I know I did the responsible thing by telling them I needed to think about their offer to go back to New Orleans with them so we could be a family. But as far as the club is concerned, I’m already their old lady. I could refuse them, but I don’t want to.
I want to trust them. I want to go. I want to be a family with the only men I’ve ever loved.
They love me. Not only did they say it, but I could see it in their eyes. I didn’t find the courage to tell them I feel the same way.
Maybe that means I’m not ready and I shouldn’t dive into anything with them headfirst.
I don’t fucking know, but I do know I can’t continue to lay in this bed like my men aren’t in the house with me and like my pussy isn’t begging to be filled. I need one of them. Or all of them. I don’t really care at this point.
Desperation claws at my insides and I’m up and out of my bed with far more gracefulness than I’ve shown in a while. I still have some months left in this pregnancy and I have no doubt I’m going to get even bigger, but that doesn’t mean having this beachball on the front of my body hasn’t been a challenge.
I’ll never take standing up without a careful plan and some leverage for granted again.
I look down at the maternity nightgown I have on. It’s a floral print I would have never chosen if comfort wasn’t my only concern. As it is, it’s soft as hell and there’s plenty of room for me to grow in it.
I sigh because it’s not the pretty lacy things my men are used to seeing me in. I shouldn’t care, but I do as insecurities try and wrestle away my courage.
Then my pussy aches and I’m reminded about how dire the situation is. Can someone die from not having an orgasm? I don’t know and today is not the day I want to find out.
I peek out of my bedroom door like a cat burglar even though it’s my fucking house and listen for a moment. It’s quiet, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything.
I don’t want to wake them, but I also want to fuck.
What’s a girl to do?
I gently pad down the hallway and when I’m standing in front of the guest room, I hear quiet murmurings that have my heart starting to race. I should knock, but desperation brought on by pregnancy hormones will not wait on manners.
I swing the door open and my thighs clench together at the sight in front of me. Bedlam is sitting against one of the walls while facing the giant air mattress where Scope and Viper are both lounging. That would be sexy enough, but all three of them are only wearing boxer briefs.
Fucking yum.
Bedlam jumps up from his position, being able to do it with a lot more grace as the other men bobble a little on the mattress while they try to stand up. His voice is full of concern as his eyebrows pull together, “Are you okay, Cherub?”
I nod rapidly and lie through my teeth because I’m distracted by all the muscles, tattoos, and man on display, “I’m fine.”
Am I drooling? I wouldn’t be surprised.
“Then what’s going on?” He grips my shoulders gently as his eyes move down my body.
Even though it’s useless, I try and cover myself, my voice rising to almost a shrill place, “Don’t look at me. This isn’t sexy at all.”
By now, Scope and Viper are standing as well and approaching me with predatory intent. It sends a shiver down my spine as my pussy floods with evidence of my need. It’s been a long fucking time. Too long.
“We disagree, Heather,” Scope’s voice is a gentle rasp that has my eyes sliding closed.
