CHAPTER SIXTEEN

GAGE

Lucy sits on my lap, and did I hear Mav come into the room? Yes, I did, but I'm not letting her go right now. I hold her face in my hands, forcing her gaze to stay on mine. "Beautiful," I groan before I push my tongue back into her mouth, as her fingers tangle with the hair on the back of my neck. Of course, when Mav and I took the three of them this wasn't in the plans. I used the women as weapons to get what I wanted from Pretty Boy, and then figured I may as well fuck them. If it feels good, do it. Then something happened along the way. It became more than sex, so much more. And that's the reason Lucy is sitting on my lap right now while I lavish her with attention. This girl needs to know she fucking matters, they both do. Both women have lived their lives feeling like they're never enough. It's our job as men to prove to them that isn't true, that they always have been and always will be enough for us. I have no intention of losing any person in this family of five.

Lucy pulls back with a quizzical expression. "Why are you being so nice?"

I sigh, because clearly, I've been enough of an asshole, that I can't be sweet without it raising red flags. "Because I want you to be happy."

Lucy starts bawling her eyes out like I killed her goddamn dog. It was a sudden and extreme reaction to what? I don't have a goddamn clue what the fuck is happening right now, but of course, Mav is beside us in two seconds, like the fucking white knight he thinks he is.

"What the fuck, Gage?"

He grabs her from my lap and pulls her into his arms, and she sobs on his chest as he holds her tight, and I sit here and try to figure out what the hell is going on.

I retrace everything in my mind, I was kissing her, telling her I wanted her to be happy, and yeah, I was fucking nice, but people don't cry because a man is nice to them, right? Is that a thing?

Sebastian drags his hand down his face. "What the hell is going on now?"

I shrug. "I don't have a clue but the second I figure women out, I'll let you know."

Standing, I glance at Pretty Boy. "Let's go make some dinner. Maybe she's hungry."

We head to the kitchen, and I place the roast into the pressure cooker with some vegetables. I put together a selection of breads we picked up from a bakery yesterday. I make a really nice dinner, if I do say so myself. People don't expect me to cook because I guess assholes don't know what to do in the kitchen. Sebastian and I work together well, he sets the table as I put everything together. Once it's ready, he yells to Lucy, Mav, and Stella that dinner is ready.

Placing the bread in front of Lucy since she's in the middle, I take a seat on the other side. Stella reaches over and grabs a piece of the pumpernickel bread and spreads butter on it.

Lucy squeaks loudly, covers her mouth with her hand, and jumps up running.

What the fuck now?

Mav goes after Lucy while I rub my temples. It's been a long fucking day and Sebastian asks, "Stomach bug?"

Stella begins laughing so hard I'm afraid she might hurt herself. She's doubled over, holding her stomach, and I fail to see what is so fucking funny.

STELLA

Neither of them have figured it out but I have; Lucy is pregnant. Jealousy is not an attractive trait, but right now I'm so envious of her that it has me unable to deal with it. They say if you don't like something about yourself you can change it. But how? How do you change your feelings? The fact is, I removed my IUD over a year ago, when the guys all agreed if someone got pregnant it was no big deal. Should I have told them I removed it? Probably, but I didn't. Yet, Lucy still has her implant in and she's fucking pregnant. I'm not mad at her, I'm mad at myself. My body is filled with semen on a constant basis, and yet it's not doing the one damn thing it's designed to do. The need to procreate is a bizarre feeling. It has taken so much of my brain. It's become an obsession really.

"What's so funny," Gage asks with a confused expression on his face.

They really are clueless. I take a bite of my bread, chew and swallow before answering him, "She's pregnant, Gage."

He shakes his head as if dismissing the notion. "No. She has that implant thing."

I roll my eyes at him. "Yeah, she does and it's quite effective. However, ninety-nine percent effective isn't one hundred percent. And with the amount of cum you three pump into her on a daily basis, it was only a matter of time until she was part of the one percent."

Gage pulls out his phone and Sebastian asks. "What are you doing?"

He sighs audibly. "Ordering some damn pregnancy tests to be delivered."

Again, I'm wondering if I should tell them I no longer have my IUD, but I decide this isn't the time. Instead, I tell Gage, "You should also order some saltines and ginger ale. It'll help with her sickness."

SEBASTIAN

What if she's really pregnant? We've discussed it briefly because all three of us know if you have sex with a woman, birth control or not, she can get pregnant. The other two basically said if it happens it happens, there was no way they were wearing a condom with our women. I have fantasized about it since the beginning though. The idea of them both being pregnant at the same time got me off many times, before they were physically with us. I glance at Stella. "Are you pregnant? Is that how you know?"

A pained look flashes in her eyes. "No."

Gage places his phone on the table. "Do you want to be?"

The way she looks away from us and swipes away a tear bothers me. I hate seeing her upset and I had no clue this was going on with her.

"Yes," she admits, "I took my IUD out over a year ago. Obviously, I can't get pregnant."

Gage arches an eyebrow. "You took it out. Can you do that?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "It's not recommended, I'm sure, but I did."

I glance at Gage and he nods, clearly knowing exactly what I'm thinking. "How long until the delivery arrives?"

He looks down at his phone. "Thirty-five minutes, but they didn't have saltines. I hope Ritz crackers will be okay."

Stella giggles. "Crackers are crackers."

Gage groans. "Do they really not have saltines here? How can they not? I don't like it here."

Our girl feigns shock. "Really Gage, tell us something we don't know."

STELLA

The way they both watch me is slightly unnerving, because I feel like I'm missing something. My gaze bounces between the two sets of dark eyes on me. Gage runs his tongue over his lip ring and suddenly I know exactly what they're thinking, because he always does that when he's thinking about fucking one of us, which is frequently.

Sebastian walks over to me. "Stand," he says as he towers over me. "What?" I ask as I do as instructed. He grabs my face aggressively. "I can't change the fucking laws so I can marry everyone I love, but giving you a baby? That we can do."

"What?" I repeat, because my head is foggy from his heated gaze.

Gage walks over to us, and Sebastian growls a deep rumbling sound that travels through his chest. "Rip her shirt off so we can see those pretty tits."

"We should check on Lucy."

Sebastian chuckles loudly. "I think Mav has it handled. You're busy."

Gage reaches into my shirt with both hands and rips it effortlessly, and I gasp. "I liked that shirt."

"No bra, writer slut?"

I'm sure it doesn't actually come as a surprise that I'm not wearing one, because when we're at home I frequently don't have one on, because I'm pretty sure they were created as torture devices. Besides, we don't normally go very long with clothes on, like now. Sebastian hooks his thumbs into the sides of my shorts on either side, and swiftly yanks them down until they hit the floor. He kneels in front of me and makes quick work of my panties, before his gaze travels up my body. "From the first time I saw you, I knew you'd have my baby."

I narrow my gaze at him. "I'm not pregnant."

He rises to his feet, grabs my hand and pulls me into the kitchen. "Not yet, baby. We will not stop fucking you until you've got our baby in that belly."

Sebastian lifts me onto the island. "Lie back, Stella."

I do and I tremble from the cool feeling of the marble underneath my skin. Gage comes over to me and rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. "Until you're pregnant, all of our cum goes in your pussy."

A tear travels down my cheek. "What if it doesn't work? What if I never get pregnant? What if only Lucy can give you children?"

Gage takes my face in his hands; with a tenderness I didn't know he was capable of. "You're not ours because we want you to give us children. It wouldn't make you mean any less to us, but you will have our children. Because we'll keep fucking you until it happens. Now be a good girl and spread those beautiful thighs, so Sebastian can breed you."

Gage leans down and presses his lips to mine in a slow kiss. I moan when he pushes his tongue into my mouth, and then gasp into his mouth as Sebastian slams into me. Jesus. Gage keeps kissing me softly, while Sebastian fucks me aggressively, and Gage brushes a thumb over my nipple and grins. "I can't wait for these beautiful tits to produce milk for us."

I whimper softly. "I need your cock, Gage. Please."

He chuckles as he drops his pants to the floor. "Our filthy girl likes all her beautiful holes filled. I'll let you have it, baby, but I come in your pussy. That's the rule."

I slide my tongue over the head of his dick as Sebastian pummels me repeatedly. Gage places his hand on the island and leans to the side to reach Sebastian and kisses him as I take him in my throat. I can't really see them kissing but I can hear them, and it makes me moan, because these two together are fucking hot. Sebastian comes inside me with a groan, and they switch places, no doubt I'm going to be exhausted now that fucking isn't just fun, but the way to accomplish their goal.

Maverick walks in and says. "Woah. I can't believe I almost missed this."

Gage groans. "You're next."

Sebastian leans down and kisses me softly. "Such a beautiful little slut. You take our cocks so well, baby."