Chapter 13

Kipp

Despite there being no real need to inch closer to the device that Nolan’s holding, I do.

“We’re all here,” he calmly announces. “You’re on speaker.”

“Hey!” the woman on the other end of the phone exclaims. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything. I normally wouldn’t call this late in the afternoon, but considering the situation I thought it would be best to do it when the office was empty.”

“We appreciate your discretion,” our boyfriend compliments.

“B,” Dr. G directly addresses her patient, “your body scan reported no foreign abnormalities.”

A collective sigh of relief circles around the table.

“From what we were able to gather and evaluate you have no trace or trace evidence of ever having a digital device implanted in your system.”

Thank the car gods for that one.

Our girl literally having GPS embedded in her body is the type of shit that might’ve made sense for how McAdams has been tracking her, but it isn’t exactly something else we need to deal with.

We’re already a fully loaded model in that department

“There were no early signs of cancer or heart disease either.”

“That’s good news,” is mindlessly whispered out by me.

“No tumors or blood flow issues.”

“And now the bad news,” our partner promptly instructs.

“ However ,” the doctor begrudgingly continues, “it did show some healed fractures along the ribs and pelvis that were not listed in your patient history, so I’m unsure if these findings are news to you or information you already had.”

Bunny guiltily redirects her attention to the ingredients on the table. “I um…suspected.”

What the fuck does she mean she suspected ?!

Was she even more physically abused by that asshole than we thought?!

Did he break her ribs?

Her legs?

Wait…the doc said her pelvis.

How could he injure her there?!

What the fuck did he do?

Push her down the stairs?!

Chain her to something?!

Rage filled roars rumble in my throat louder than I realize considering the firm palm Nolan suddenly plants on my shoulder.

Right.

We’re on a phone call.

I gotta buckle that shit in better for the time being.

“Your vitals look pretty healthy. Your heart rate and temperature were fine. Your blood sugar and blood pressure are great. Your cholesterol and weight have room for minor improvements but whose doesn’t, you know?” The laxed last line receives a small, twitched smirk from all of us. “Your kidneys, liver, and thyroid all appear to be functioning within the normal ranges.”

“Back to good news,” I chime in at the same time I fold my arms across my chest.

“You did have some vaginal microtears- ”

“And more bad news,” grumbles Nolan.

“-but considering you didn’t display any discomfort nor mention it, I think it’s safe to assume they’ve either healed or are healing. I would suggest – as a medical professional – to assess everyone’s fingernail situation – they are the cause of these micro injuries more often than the average person would think – and to be aware that using water or silicone-based lubricant is an acceptable aid whenever a situation may call or benefit from it.”

Did she really just medically tell us to use more lube?

Is that normal doctor shit or more like a friend of the family model?

And she is technically a friend of the family because me, Bunny, and Nolan are a family.

Full. Flag. Stop.

I may still have some fucking maintenance complaints when it comes to her brother, but I accept that he isn’t going anywhere.

That he doesn’t need to.

That he shouldn’t.

He may not be my favorite make or style, but he matters to the man I love too much to simply demand he fucks off permanently the second we’re done dealing with McAdams.

And from the sound of it, his sister – Valerie – matters too.

The whole goddamn Garcia crew it seems.

Maybe if we all had dinner together it’d be easier to filter?

Maybe if we included their parents in it?

Maybe it’s just constantly seeing him with only his other best friend that really grinds my gears?

I should probably think that shit over.

Figure it out.

Talk about it.

Fuck.

I’m so over Toretto, O’Connor garage style therapy shit.

“Your blood test did reveal that you are indeed pregnant, so please keep the aforementioned information in mind – if you choose to continue the pregnancy – as vaginal dryness is a very common, very normal symptom.”

I’m not entirely sure whose jaw unhinges first or last.

And I’m even less sure about who tries to speak.

“H-h-h-how far along?” Bunny barely stutters out before anyone else.

“About three weeks.”

Additional shock stuns her silent.

“And just because you may not be experiencing many or any symptoms at this time doesn’t mean that you won’t.”

Has she had any?

Is that what the extra desire to shift our gears has been about?

Her sudden odd drive to get things cleaned and organized?

Crying in a bubble bath when she’s convinced herself that she’s completely alone?

Holy fuck!

It is, isn’t it?!

“I can email over some informational material regarding next steps such as prenatal vitamins, changes to your diet, and what you can expect in the coming weeks as well as a couple of OB/GYNs I recommend for this portion of your health. Again – if you choose to continue this pregnancy.”

Instinct has me preparing to scream out that she does want to…that we do …yet Nolan’s fingers flexing wordlessly warns for me to keep my mouth shut.

That this is one of those cases we don’t answer for her.

No matter how much we want to.

GMC knows I fucking want to.

“That would be…” Bunny slowly begins causing all of time to temporarily feel as though it’s gone completely still. “Um…” My best friend squeezes my shoulder tighter to prevent me from interjecting. “Good.” A small bite of her bottom lip is taken. “I uh…I think.”

She thinks getting more information would be good or she thinks having our baby is?

Why isn’t she more sure?

More excited?

“I’ll send the material to the email address on file and upload it to the patient portal you registered for to guarantee you have copies of these results and easy access to me or any other information you may need,” Dr. G politely expresses. “I understand how these results can be overwhelming, so if you have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask whether that be now or later, okay?”

She nods in spite of the medical professional not being able to see her.

“That goes for all of you,” announces Garcia’s sister.

“Thank you,” I loudly proclaim prompting Nolan to remove his grip.

“Appreciate it, Val.”

Our eyes instantly cut to Rabbit who struggles to simply smile as the call is ended.

Afterward, he drops his phone thoughtlessly onto the table, mouth sealed shut in an obvious refusal to speak until she does.

But she doesn’t.

She hardly moves.

If it weren’t for the fact that I can see her chest rising and falling, part of me would wonder if she was even fucking breathing.

Studying her every little twitch reminds me of the way I run a diagnostic test.

How tedious it is, yet necessary.

Making major judgements without all the information isn’t helpful.

For anyone.

“ I’m sorry, ” Bunny abruptly whispers from behind the fingers now cupping her lips.

“ What?! ” unreluctantly leaves Nolan and I in unison.

“I…I…I…I didn’t think…” her hands fall defeatedly to her sides on a shake of the head. “I didn’t think it was a real possibility considering how much stress and trauma I’ve endured. Hell, I didn’t even know my body could physically do it after…” The end of her sentence is stopped by a second head shaking. “ And logically I know it’s a possibility because it’s always a possibility when you have sex and fully functioning parts, but I just can’t believe I didn’t consider this shit any sooner…Or…at any time for that matter. I just didn’t…” Bunny fidgets with her lucky pen that’s in her hair. “ I’m sorry. I’m sorry it’s happening like this. ”

“But not that’s it’s happening, right?” I enthusiastically inquire during the closing of our distance. “Because I’m not upset.” One hand lands on her hip and gently angles her in my direction. “Not about the timing and damn sure not about you being pregnant.”

“I think I’d be more upset if you weren’t,” Nolan unexpectedly declares, frame moving to join the embracing that’s being established.

“ Seriously? ” She whips her head back and forth between us. “You two are just… fine with this? No complaints? No objections to me turning your lives upside down… again ?”

“ Nah. ” What starts as me holding onto her hip from the front transitions into me holding onto his hip as he curls his large arms around her stomach. “That shit’s covered under our warranty.”

The playful response receives chuckles from our boyfriend. “And everything else is covered under our insurance.”

She giggles sweetly and hearing the sound only stirs the elation more.

“The family we have, Rabbit…the one we’ve made …and the one we’re now making …is the most incredible thing in the fucking world to me.” A gentle kiss is planted on the top of her shoulder. “I’m willing to do whatever’s necessary to keep it and protect it.”

“ We are willing to do whatever ,” I correct, practically growling.

Whether it’s the weight in my tone or forcefulness that gets him hungrily groaning in return is unknown.

But he is.

And the sound – as it always does – encourages my cock to swell.

“ You hear that, you dirty little slut? ” Nolan huskily asks, mouth knocking against the shell of her ear. “ How good our filthy little fuck made that shit sound? ” Bunny dreamily nods and leans back into his embrace. “ Should we see how good he can make it feel? ”

It’s impossible not to heatedly grumble when she grinds herself against my jean covered dick. “ What about dinner, Sir? ”

“ Fuck dinner, ” is grunted prior to me lunging my lips towards hers. “ I’ll pick up Chinese later. ”

There’s no resistance.

No reluctance.

Her mouth spreads wide to welcome my eager tongue, and I take full advantage of the accommodation. Whimpers ignited by my mouth are instantly amplified by our partner who I imagine is nipping at the territory he was just teasing.

Gripping him harder occurs at the same time my lashes grow more forceful, a combination that grabs moans from them both.

Pushes of their frames into me.

Impatient nudging unpredictably begins against my nose prompting me to pull back just enough to switch mouths.

To slide my tongue against the one I haven’t tasted in days.

That hasn’t tasted me in days.

Pleased and grateful groans vibrate through me as our girl – the one I’m so excited is growing our mini – leans to the side to latch her teeth onto my neck.

The scraping is gentle but the actions it inspires are not.

I abruptly separate myself from Nolan to growl, “ Let’s make a fuckin’ mess, Sir. ”

Animalistic rumbles precede him breaking away to swipe everything off the table in one clean sweep. Eggs violently crashing around us fail to redirect our attention away from where we’re crazily yanking one another into the perfect bent over train positioning much like the breadcrumbs crunching under our feet are unsuccessful at slowing the speed of our frantic fingers that are determined to shed our clothing barriers.

Bunny’s hands savagely slapping the table are echoed by mine barbarically landing on Nolan’s hips again.

He leans over her shoulder and nudges her yoga pants covered legs apart on a grunted, “ Open. ”

I copy the execution on him yet snarl, “ Wider. ”

Sir buries his face in her neck, so I bury my hand in his pocket.

Fish out the tiny bottle of lube he’s learned to keep in there at all times.

He brutishly works her bottoms down until they’re around her ankles; however, my struggle is significantly less. One harsh tug of his belt is followed by one pop of his button and his fall to the floor.

While she has on no panties – granting his fingers immediate access to her pussy – I’m left to remove a boxer barricade. To my surprise, the sensation of my nails scraping the length of his legs causes him to shudder, and the sight – the unusual view of him at my mercy – leads to me hurriedly flicking the lid open.

Excessively coating my fingers.

Dragging them up the crack of his ass during the rising to my feet.

“ Fuckfuckfuck ,” escapes in an airy rapid succession that prompts Rabbit to glance over her shoulder.

Needily bite her bottom lip and rock into his hand as if wordlessly begging for more.

“ You heard what the doctor said, ” I wolfishly begin, bottle of lube gliding closer to where his digits are submerged. “ Make sure our girl is good and wet. ” Squeezing the cold liquid into the hot situation has them both ravenously moaning. “ Soaking. ” The jamming of my middle finger past the taut ring accents my point. “ Fucking. ” Smoothly gliding it outward grants my index finger the opportunity to join in on the next heave. “ Wet. ”

“ Fuck! ” Nolan barks at the top of his lungs over the invasion.

“ That’s what you’re gonna do to our good girl, Sir. ” Abandoning the bottle allows me to use my free grip to undo my own pants. “ And that’s what I’m gonna do to you. ”

Inhuman noises reverberate throughout the tiny kitchen to such a steady pattern that it’s practically effortless to sync my stroking to it. The curling and uncurling process uncomplicatedly transitions into one of widening and spreading.

Stretching.

Resistance to the oscillation of discomfort and delight results in him frantically diving forward into Rabbit, yet his frenzied stabbing simply sparks her to cry out louder and louder and louder until he’s left with no choice but to become balls deep.

Which prompts me to do the same.

My first thrust inside isn’t easy or effortless or even pleasant – in spite of the generous amount of prep that’s been done.

“ That…that… ” Sir shakes his head prior to letting it loll backwards. “ I…don’t…I…can’t… ”

“ You fuckin’ can, ” I devilishly demand and drop one palm onto his shoulder for stability. “ And you fuckin’ will, Sir. ” The sudden tightening around my cock is so heavenly that it hoods my gaze. “ You’ll do anything for your filthy little fuck, won’t you? ” His delirious nod has my lower half hammering onward of its own volition. “ Say it. ” Pleasure-filled grumbles leave but not the words. “ Say you’ll do anything for your filthy little fuck… ”

Sir bucks back into me at the same time Bunny bucks back into him. “ Anything for you. ”

“ Say you’ll do anything for your dirty little slut .”

This time, he slams his dick forward, crumpling her over the table. “ Anything for her. ”

Feeling his slick muscles blissfully loosen and swell and loosen and swell, pitilessly milking my cock on each thrust, tips my forehead forward to rest on his back. “ Say you’ll do anything for us. ”

“ Anything for you two, ” our partner pants in tandem with persistently pounding faster. “ Anything for our fucking family. ”

Vigorous pumps are attached to a bellowed command. “ Say that shit again, Sir. ”

“ Anything. ” He reenforces, ass tightening during his heaving, my balls mimicking the motion. “ For our fucking family. ”

My fingers clamp down in agreement on his shoulder as I groan into the increasingly feral fucking.

Whimpers out of our girl collide into the hot huffs coming from the man sandwiched between us while my heavy breaths drizzle themselves down his spine due to me watching my shaft disappear unbelievably deep again and again.

“ Paint me white, Sir, ” Rabbit unexpectedly begs, voice almost completely air, a sound so beautiful I swear my balls clap in approval.

“ Make a fuckin’ mess, Sir, ” I hiss through gritted teeth. “ Give your filthy fuck something to lick up. ”

Nolan’s rocking slightly faltering is the only prelude to him coming undone.

Kicks of his dick are pursued by pulsations of his tense muscles that are not only ruthless but unwavering. The constant choking of my cock causes me to release white-hot ropes at depths I only imagined reaching. Unfortunately for me, the delicious delivery is swiftly interrupted to drag me onto my knees by a fistful of hair where I’m hardly able to get oxygen into my lungs before I’m smashed face first into Rabbit’s cum fill pussy.

“ Her first ,” demands Sir at the same time I slide my tongue into the space his shaft just occupied. “ Me next. ”