48. Olivia

Olivia

T yson and Rueben push two big suitcases inside the master bedroom while I explore the rest of the suite. Mose and Jasper are bringing in the rest of our luggage while Ansel has already jumped into the shower. The flight had a lot of turbulence, which made him sick, and he had a small accident in the airplane. Our next vacation won’t involve flying.

First, I check the two bathrooms.

There’s a jacuzzi in the main bathroom. I haven’t used one before. My parents had a big one, but they never let me near it because they thought I would drown. What a pathetic excuse. I don’t lack common sense, and I know how to swim.

From the bathroom, I go to the other room, smaller than the one we will be sleeping in. I don’t understand why they got a suite when we could have gotten a big room—it’s not like we will use the entire space—until I see the view. It’s absolutely breathtaking.

When I was dating Tyson, we talked about all the places we would eventually visit. Malta was a must because I have wanted to come here since I was a little girl. Grandpa Jon’s family is originally from Victoria, the capital of Gozo Island. His stories about how his ancestors fought against invaders and were ultimately taken into captivity, from where they would later escape and make their way to the US, awoke my desire to read.

Grandpa Jon.

It’s been a while since I last thought about him or Grandma Khloe. I wonder if they are still alive. It’s been so long since I last saw them. I tried to contact them, but their phone numbers were disconnected. After Jasper and Tyson started teaching me how to drive, I went to their home one evening. It looked like no one had been living there for years.

I’m more than sure that my parents or Jason told them that I am some whore and spend my days doing drugs and fucking any man that crosses my path. It’s been like that since I was a child. My parents would always make up lies about me. My maternal grandparents never believed a word, but my father’s parents did.

Someone wraps his arms around me from behind. Tyson. His palms cover my stomach as if he wants to protect the baby from any harm. Warmth spreads all over my body.

Before leaving Veross City, the guys took me to an obstetrician. The baby is healthy, so are my new tubes, and there’s no trace of the crystal that was put inside me when I was still in the clinic. I wonder if my body somehow absorbed it when I accepted my darkness.

I lean my head on his shoulder. “You remembered that I wanted to see Malta,” I say.

Tyson kisses my neck. “To be honest, I had forgotten until I saw your room in Jason’s apartment. You wrote A magna maxima on the mirror frame. It took me a few days to figure out why it sounded familiar.”

I smile bitterly at the memory of when I wrote that. It was a few days after Jason took me to his apartment, and his friends started abusing me daily. Thinking of the places I wanted to visit made things more…bearable. Writing the motto of the city of Victoria made me feel closer to my grandparents.

I turn around and put my arms around Tyson’s neck. “I’m so happy you all brought me here.”

The worry in his eyes slowly vanishes. His head dips, until our lips meet in a gentle kiss. “After everything we put you through, it’s only right that we take care of you.”

“It must have cost a fortune,” I start to feel guilty.

Tyson kisses my forehead. “My last book is doing very well so there’s no need to worry about money. And, my agent said that someone is interested in making a movie based on one of my stories. I haven’t said a word about it because I have yet to talk to the director to see if we come to an agreement.”

My eyes go wide. “That is excellent news.”

“It’s all thanks to you,” Tyson says.

I run the tip of my finger across his chest. “I have been thinking…”

Jasper enters the room. Tyson is too distracted by me to notice. Plus, his back is to the door.

“About?” he murmurs.

I wanted to talk about the baby, but another idea comes to my mind. Jasper and Tyson haven’t passed first base. They might need a little push in the right direction.

“The jacuzzi.” Tyson’s eyes light up. “You, me, and Jasper. Or,” my voice is barely a whisper, “only you and Jasper.”

Tyson becomes flustered. Behind him, Jasper swallows hard. He likes my ideas. “Being with a man, it’s all new to me. Rueben smashes my head with a baseball bat, and now I want to ride…” Oh, he wants to ride Jasper’s dick? I want to see that. He shakes his head. “This is so wrong.”

Jasper’s face drops. Tyson can be so clueless at times.

I tilt my head to the side. “Why?”

“Because I was never into men.”

I pinch my thumb and forefinger together. “Not even a little bit? Maybe not men, but only Jasper.”

“Jasper is hot. Anyone would be attracted to him.”

A smile spreads across Jasper’s face.

I wiggle my eyebrows. “See? You liked Jasper before Rueben smacked some sense into you. Did you flex your muscles in front of him, or was it the other way around?”

Tyson blinks. “How in the world did you come up with this conclusion?”

He isn’t denying it. Jasper notices it too, as he folds his arms across his chest, showing off his hard muscles.

I place my hands on his pectorals. “Maybe because I saw you moving around bales of hay?”

“Yeah?”

I nod. “You should have seen how Jasper was looking at you. Like you’re edible.”

“Am I?”

Jasper finally talks as he eats up the distance between us with one long stride. His arms wrap around Tyson’s waist. “Very,” he rasps in Tyson’s ear. “Do you want me to show you?” he asks while I open Tyson’s fly. Once I free Tyson’s cock, Jasper wraps his fingers around it. I want to give them space, but I feel Tyson would accept that he’s actually bisexual much faster if I’m around. “See how hard you are getting for me?” Jasper’s husky voice sends a shiver down my spine because hearing him speak dirty to Tyson is so fucking hot.

“Jasper,” Tyson tries to protest.

I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips to Tyson’s mouth. Between us, Jasper’s hand moves up and down Tyson’s cock. “Let him take care of you.”

Tyson stops struggling and loses himself to the pleasure Jasper is making him feel. The groans coming from both of them make me so wet. Seeing Tyson so flustered, hearing the sounds coming from his throat while his eyes keep mine captive…has me moaning. I want both of them inside me. They felt so good when they fucked my ass and pussy.

My right hand goes between my legs, under my skirt. My fingers brush against my pussy. I feel a bit awkward as I never used to touch myself. Not in a sexual way. Pleasure surges through me. Their names escape my lips.

“See how much she’s enjoying this?” Jasper asks Tyson. “She is touching herself for us.”

“Yes,” I breathe.

Tyson grabs one of my tits and strokes my nipple through my clothes. My fingers slip under my panties.

“I dreamed so many times of this moment,” Jasper confesses. “I never thought it would come true.”

My free hand goes to Tyson’s balls. His hips start to move. “Oh, God,” he groans.

Since our kiss in the rain, I’ve been thinking of all the ways we can be together.

“Did you ever imagine me on my back with Tyson on top of me, his cock buried deep inside of me, while you fuck him hard from behind?” I join the dirty talk. I stop touching Tyson’s balls and push his pants down his legs.

“Wait a minute—” Tyson tries to protest but his words turn into sounds of pleasure when my middle finger probes at his entrance. Jasper moves his hand faster.

“Have you fingered yourself?” I ask while I rub my clit.

Tyson hesitates before saying. “A few times.” The way he says it makes me think that he did a lot. I push my finger inside his ass. Without any type of lube, it must be uncomfortable, but he doesn’t complain.

I want to know more. “What about toys?”

“No,” he quickly denies.

Liar, liar, pants on fire. “Sure,” I call him out, and his cheeks turn red. I never thought that Tyson could be shy. Maybe he’s uncomfortable talking about his sexuality? No wonder, since Lords and Dukes are not encouraged to be in relationships of the same gender.

“And you keep insisting you are not into men,” Jasper scoffs.

“Just because I played with my ass, it doesn’t mean that I want a cock up there,” Tyson keeps resisting Jasper’s advances.

I move my finger inside Tyson’s ass while Jasper keeps jacking him off. “Oh, fuck. I’m going to fucking come,” Tyson groans.

Moments later, he erupts all over Jasper’s hand. Jasper brings his fingers to his mouth and licks Tyson’s cum. “You taste better than I imagined. I can’t wait to suck you until you cum in my mouth.” His attention turns to me. “Now it's your turn.”

I realize I’m still rubbing my clit. “This was about you and Tyson,” I say as I stop touching myself.

Jasper lets go of Tyson and turns all his attention to me. “This is about us. I love you just as much as I love Tyson.” He lowers the strap of my dress, revealing my bra. “I want your taste on my tongue as well, mixing with Tyson’s.”

Tyson steps behind me, covering my back and shoulders in kisses. “Have you ever had a tongue in your pussy and another in your ass at the same time?”

“No,” I whimper. Why does it sound like I’ll die of pleasure if they do that to me?

Jasper pushes my dress down my hips and it pools around my feet. Rueben forbade everyone to rip off my panties, so Jasper lowers them down my legs and helps me out of them.

“I never thought I could be so happy,” Jasper says as he sinks to his knees before me. Me, neither.

Behind me, Tyson does the same. Their hands caress my body. I forgot how wonderful it is to be in love, to be with the one my heart yearns for. Being with five men can be overwhelming, and they can be overbearing, but I don’t mind. Jasper kisses my stomach, making my heart throb. I know how much he wants to be a father and while I don’t want to take this away from him, I need a little more time to think about what I want to do. I have a feeling that before we leave Malta, I’ll make up my mind. My darkness rises inside me, wrapping around the baby protectively as if wanting to let me know that no one will harm him, not even me.

“You are safe with us, always,” he murmurs as he kisses my stomach once more. Trusting my men was not something easy, but I do now.

Tyson spreads out my buttcheeks and circles my ass with the tip of his tongue. I’ll never get over how good it feels. Jasper’s mouth moves to my pussy.

“Oh,” I moan when Jasper licks my clit. I put my palms on his shoulders to steady myself because my knees turn to butter.

My world is dark, with many dangers lurking around the corner.

Jasper and Tyson push their middle fingers inside my pussy while they keep using their tongues on me.

For many years, I had no power. I was at the mercy of my enemies. No more will I be locked in the Celestial Heaven away from my loved ones.

Tyson’s tongue enters my ass.

No more will my body be used to pleasure unwanted men and women. My body belongs to me. Only I can decide with whom I want to share it.

They fuck me with their tongues and fingers until my juices run down my legs and I beg them to make me come. They keep edging me until my entire body feels overstimulated.

When I’m finally allowed to come, it feels like I explode with the force of a star.

We spend the first few days in Malta exploring the city and discovering the best place to take photos and to eat. For the first time in my life, I feel like I can relax without having to look over my shoulder all the time. My men do that for me so I can enjoy my time in Malta without a worry in the world.

We are taking photos of the citadel when Tyson receives a message on his phone. There’s a slight frown on his face.

“Is everything alright?” I ask him.

Tyson puts his phone in his pocket. “Just some Lords’ things. Don’t worry, I won’t work while we are here.”

I tap my chin with my forefinger. “Good. Now, let’s go to eat. I’m starving.”

Jasper puts his palm against my stomach. “We don’t want to make the baby wait.”

The idea of aborting the baby is slowly starting to fade away from my mind. I think…that being pregnant is not as terrible as I initially thought. And the guys are catering to all my needs. I’m still scared that my body will fail the baby, but the trust and the love I have for my men is overshadowing my fear. Spencer could have been saved, put in an incubator until he was big enough to breathe on his own.

I have to believe that this time, the baby won’t die, because I won’t let anyone harm him. I place my hand on Jasper’s, a soft smile spreading across my face. “I’m craving spicy things again.”

Even without me telling them that I might keep the baby, they know. I can see it in their eyes.

My phone rings. I quickly pull it from my purse and look at the screen before accepting the call. “Angel, I’m pregnant,” I blurt out just as she says, “My water broke.”