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Staring at the closed bathroom door as I languish in the warm bath my men ran for me, I can’t help but wonder how they came to be the way they are. They’re more unorthodox and independent than anyone I’ve ever seen or known. There’s no care for the outside world from either man. Passion is deeply embedded in their souls, though; some of it violent while still being caring. Towards me, at least. I’d hate to be an enemy of theirs.
Brushing my fingers across my flat belly, I can’t help but wonder if they succeeded in their mission to impregnate me. I still have a few months of school left, and I figure showing up pregnant might just make things worse. The more I think about it, however, the less I worry. Especially after what happened today.
I get the feeling nobody will be bothering me again.
A pregnant high schooler isn’t how I imagined my senior year finishing, but it feels right. I know most will think me a fool, falling in love with two men after only knowing them for such a short period of time, but my life has never gone the way I hoped to begin with. So, this, Vicious and Chaos, they’re right. I can decide that. I can make the conscious choice to give myself over to two men who want nothing more than to love me and hold them close while giving them what they need, what I’m discovering I also need.
A baby.
Someone just for us.
To call our own. Made beautifully together.
We can have that, and I’m going to make it happen.
CHAPTER 8
Vicious
With the sun setting as we all sit on the balcony, eating the dinner Birdie made, I can tell Chaos is still pondering what I said hours ago about having her barefoot and pregnant for the next ten years. I wasn’t kidding. If she’s not knocked up now, I intend to make it happen as soon as possible. She’d be an excellent mother. She’s kind, caring, sweet, far better than what either of us deserves, but we’re not letting her go.
“How old are you?” she finally asks after studying us silently for the last twenty minutes.
“Twenty-eight,” Chaos answers.
“Are you brothers?” She shakes her head before either of us can answer. “You can’t be, you were way too into…you know…with each other.” Her eyebrows wiggle suggestively, and I snort out a laugh.
“We are,” I reply, and the shock on her face has Chaos smacking my chest.
“Not by blood,” he explains. “We grew up in the system together. Met when we were about nine. They didn’t separate us often because someone has a temper, and we were just better together. When we were about fourteen, we landed in one home where the guy decided that he would adopt us the day he met us.”
“That sounds nice,” she sighs, with a faint smile on her tired face. We exhausted her, and I want to pound on my chest with glory.
Chaos’ lips twist as he recalls the assholes we were. “Sure, it would have been, but we didn’t make it easy for the man. We skipped school, stole, fought. We were grade-A assholes, and still, he didn’t give a fuck how badly we screwed up.”
“Our social worker and the cops who kept bringing us home told him over and over that we were a lost cause,” I say. Shaking my head, I still can’t believe that Mitchell Marshall gave us the chance he did. “Amidst our grumbling and bitching, he signed the paperwork and claimed us as his. We changed our names, and overnight, we belonged somewhere again. Without him, we’d be dead or in prison.”
“So you had to kiss a few frogs first.” She giggles as we cringe.
“I don’t fucking think so,” I growl.
“Would you kiss each other?” Her off-the-wall question has us freezing and staring at one another. I’d never thought about it before. All I’ve ever wanted is a woman to share. I never thought about me and Chaos together. And since finding Birdie, all I fucking want is to come in her so many times that she leaks with my seed when she stands up.
“Kiss?” Chaos repeats, his gaze slicing through me like a hot knife. “If it makes your pussy wet, yeah, I’ll kiss the vicious fucker.” I raise a brow at his remark, and he shrugs.
“Interesting,” she murmurs, standing up to lean over the balcony rail again.
We both shoot to our feet. “I don’t fucking think so,” I snap.
“Not fucking again,” Chaos hisses as we both grab ahold of her.
“What?” She turns in our arms to look between us. “I like the view. It’s about the only thing I’ve enjoyed since moving here.”
“Did you forget I fucking dragged you over that railing last night? I lost ten years of my life seeing you there,” Chaos barks at her.
Shocked at our reactions, Birdie lifts both hands, placing one on each of our cheeks. “I wasn’t going to jump.”
“Then what the fuck were you doing?” I kiss her palm. Just thinking about her on that ledge makes me want to kill someone. A girl like her should never be put in such a precarious situation.
