CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

LUCY

Wow, that came out of nowhere, and as quickly as my stomach rejected even the idea of food, it settled again. Mav can be so sweet, like following me to the bathroom, and holding my hair back for me as I puke. I mean, is anything less attractive than being sick?

"You okay there, baby?"

I nod, but I'm actually pretty freaked out, because I don't get sick like that. I'm literally one of those people who never pukes, so what the hell just happened? Maybe it's something serious, because that doesn't just happen, does it?

Mav helps me clean up, and makes me sip water until I feel better, then he tucks me in bed, and sits with me. I don't want company though, as crazy as that sounds, because even though he's being amazing, and sweet, I can't give him the attention he deserves for being such a great boyfriend, when my mind is freaking out on me.

"You should go join the others, Mav. Eat something, if I didn't just ruin that for you."

He strokes my face gently, an act so at odds with the man I know he can be at times. I love his tenderness when he lets it out like this.

"I can stay with you, Lucy, at least until you get some rest or something?" I don't need rest though. I need my phone, so I can look into this. What just makes a woman sick without explanation? Have I felt sick now and then lately? I figured it was nerves about visiting my parents, but what if it isn't?

"Why don't I climb in with you, baby?" I force a smile and snuggle down in the bed.

"Honestly, Mav, I'm fine. I'll nap for a bit then come down and join you guys. Can you make sure I didn't ruin their evening too?"

"You didn't ruin anything, but sure, if you want a little alone time, I'll give you an hour. I mean that literally, by the way." He winks at me, kisses my forehead and leaves me in the bedroom, and as soon as he's gone, I look for my phone, which I finally find in my jacket pocket in the wardrobe.

A quick check on Google tells me it's either something simple like food poisoning, stress, or even pregnancy, you know either that or I'm dying of a million other things it could be. One of those shocks me the most though, pregnancy. It can't be that, because that's what this damn implant in my arm is for, right?

I glare at my arm, almost like it's somehow to blame for these thoughts, but really it's more likely to be stress, because seeing my family, and nearly fucking up our insane group love thing, is enough to stress anyone out. Is it any wonder I got sick with all the craziness I've been dealing with?

Pregnancy… yeah, that's ridiculous. And so is staying in this damn bed like this. I'm not ill, I just had a bit of a stomach upset, but I feel fine now. Hungry, in fact. I get back out of the bed, and change the top I'm wearing, just in case. I head back downstairs, and just as I realise the sounds I can hear can only be rampant sex, wow, nothing unusual there, I also hear the doorbell. Who'd come here? Oh god, why did I just get a flashback of the police coming for the guys that time in the RV? What if my parents sent the police, and somehow, they found us here?

Nobody else seems to be on their way to get the door, and I figure I'm probably the best one to answer it anyway, because maybe I can keep the others safe. I'm not a hostage anymore, right? I'm part of a bizarre fiveway lovefest, and I love it.

It's not the police at all. It's a Tesco delivery, and what's in the bag? Ritz crackers, yum, I miss those now I live in America. Oh, it's not just those though… there are three pregnancy test kits in the bag too. Guess I'm not the only one worrying about pregnancy, even though I'm not. I'm really not. Am I? I know Sebastian was once keen on getting us pregnant, but it has never really been mentioned since then, and what if I am pregnant, and a baby ruins everything we've built together? I don't want to be the one destroying our family again.

MAV

When Gage said ‘you're next', I have to admit I might have clenched with panic, before I realized what he meant. He doesn't mean I'm getting fucked next, and thank fuck for that, because I'll kick his ass for even suggesting it. Anyway, I'm pretty sure he's talking about me burying my cock in Stella, but her mouth's free, so I don't know why I have to wait.

Do I briefly wonder if I should do this, when Lucy's upstairs feeling ill? Yeah, I mean, I do feel like it's wrong, but wrong is just how we roll in this family. Lucy knows she can join in if she feels better and comes back down here.

I free my dick and approach Stella, stroking it as I walk, but Sebastian grabs my arm.

"The fuck? You after my dick again?"

He snorts, pointing at Stella. "The aim is pregnancy, man. We're breeding her. Don't go wasting your cum anywhere else. It all goes in that sweet pussy of hers."

What the hell? When was that decided? We haven't really talked about this shit since we all first got together.

"What? Why now?"

Sebastian leans down to kiss Stella, while Gage finishes inside her with a low groan and caresses her stomach, like suddenly it's all that fucking matters.

"Guys, why right now? Is England making you extra horny or something?"

"If Lucy's already pregnant, then we need to fill Stella with a baby too. How hot would it be to have two pregnant ladies, man?"

Pregnant. Lucy? What the… how the fuck am I the only one completely out of the fucking loop?

"What? Lucy's pregnant? Since fucking when?"

Gage eases out of Stella so fucking carefully, you'd think he's trying not to break something, but of course, he's just trying to make sure his cum stays up in her. Jesus, am I about to fuck a twice-filled pussy? I feel like I stepped into the fucking Twilight Zone or something. I only went upstairs for a few fucking minutes!

"You need to get up inside her, man. Three times the cum, three times the chance we fucking breed her," Gage says, reaching for me, while I dodge him.

"Why the fuck are you two being so handsy now? I'm fine getting across the fucking room without being manhandled. And explain this pregnancy shit. Lucy gets sick one time, and suddenly everything's about babies?"

Gage leans down to kiss Stella's stomach like some kind of fucking breeding-obsessed psycho, which I guess he is, and then he gestures to that well-used pussy of hers. Normally I'd be in there already, but my mind is whirling right now.

"Pregnancy tests? Who the hell ordered these?" Lucy demands, storming into the room and holding a bag from God only knows where. We had those already? Why isn't she still in bed?

"I didn't hear the door," Gage grunts, walking over to her to reach into the bag. Seriously, I feel like I fell asleep and missed an episode of the fucking show or something.

"Can everyone just fucking stop for a second, and tell me what's going on?"

Lucy shoves the bag at Gage and folds her arms. "I'm not fucking pregnant, you sick psychos."

"Prove it," Gage says, shoving two boxes at her with a fierce glare, and Stella tries to sit up, but Sebastian stops her.

"Don't waste it all, baby. We'll just have to shove it back in."

Fucking hell. I tuck my dick away and wait for someone to make some fucking sense.

I watch Lucy and Gage in their standoff. Gage continues insisting she take the test and she's resisting. I wonder if it's because she really doesn't want to be pregnant, or if she's simply being defiant because he's being so high handed.

"Gage, is there a reason this has to be done immediately?"

He glares at me like I've offended him greatly. "Yes. If she has the damn implant in her arm and she's pregnant, it has to be taken out immediately. It's dangerous, Maverick. And according to google there's a higher chance of it being ectopic. Are you really cool with risking her fucking life?"

"Lucy," I growl, letting her know this is not even a fucking option. I don't know that much about women's birth control. Why would I? I've never even been in a long-term relationship before, fuck them a few times and I was done, but I also always used a condom. Our women are the first time I've fucked without a rubber. After Gage told me her life could be in danger, the option to wait was off the damn table. If I have to fucking force her to take the test, I will.

She rolls her eyes at me. "The implant is ninety-nine percent effective, Mav. I'm not pregnant."

"Lucy," I repeat with a glare, "Either you go take the test on your own or I'll drag you by your hair. Risking your life isn't something we are going to do. If you're not pregnant, what's the harm with peeing on a damn stick?"

The look she gives me cuts fucking deep. "I knew the sweet sensitive Mav was a game. Welcome back, asshole."

She takes the test and storms off toward the bedroom. I don't bother trying to explain to her that I'm just worried about her, and I'm not trying to be an asshole. Naked Stella looks at me. "She's pregnant, Maverick. Hormonal. Don't take what she says personally."

I nod as I make my way to the bedroom. She shouldn't go through this alone. Whether she's okay with being pregnant or not, it's going to be emotional regardless of what the result is. This is something none of us should be surprised about, but I think Lucy and I both are. The other two psychos don't seem at all concerned as they continue to breed Stella. I shake my head at the moaning sounds as I approach the bedroom door.