20. Valentina

Chapter 20

Valentina

The drive home feels faster than ever before, and I know Ezra took the scenic route to spend more time with me. It doesn't matter that all we did was drive around on the back of his motorcycle; it still counts as us time. The scenery is usually beautiful around the park and along the coastline, but my heart isn't in it today.

Ezra must notice because I'm not gripping him as hard on the turns as I usually do. I'm lost in thought, worrying about the three tests crammed in my bra. I know they'll all turn up positive.

I just don't know what I'll do if any of my men aren't happy about it.

We come to a stop at the estate garage, and Ezra kicks off the engine. I don't want to move yet, so I hold him tight and bury my face in his back. He pauses after taking off his helmet. "What is wrong, lisichka ? Are you frozen?"

I'm actually very warm, thanks to Ezra's insane body heat.

"No." I pry myself loose. "Thank you for bringing me home."

He helps me off the bike and takes off my helmet. Cupping my face in his hands, he leans in and presses a kiss to my forehead. "How was visit?"

"It was good. Celia's wonderful, like always."

He studies my face. "Mikhail is worrying. He will ask about visit."

"I know, he's annoyed that she won't talk to him." I haven't asked Celia what's up, but I know Mikhail wants answers for her sudden silence. I won't have them. "I'm trying to stay out of it."

Ezra half-shrugs. "I do not have sibling to understand situation. But I have feeling it is about chapel incident. She will get over it, in time."

"And if she doesn't?"

"Then we will have broken twin on hands, hm?"

My stomach clenches. I sometimes forget that Mikhail and Celia are twins. "Does that run in the family? Twins?"

Could I be pregnant with twins right now?

Ezra grunts, a noncommittal answer. "I do not know." His eyes narrow as I avoid his gaze. I fear he'll see right through me, straight to the pregnancy tests shoved inside my bra. "Why do you ask?"

"N-no reason." I pull away from him and make a speedy retreat for the door. "Where are the others?"

"Valentina." Ezra crosses his arms over his broad chest. "Why are you asking about twins?" His tone sharpens as I ignore his question. " Valentina. "

I don't know what to say without blurting out I'm pregnant! If I open my mouth, the words will come tumbling out, and I can't. I can't tell one of them without telling the others.

He catches up to me lightning-fast, grabbing my wrist and forcing me to stop fleeing. "I asked question. I would like answer." After a moment, he sighs. "Please."

My heart pounds fast and hard, like how Ezra pounded me this morning when he came inside me. Or like Mikhail, just yesterday on the dining room table. Or Andrei, the evening before, bent over his desk like a cheap whore as he lifted up my thigh and railed me. They've been ravenous, filling me up every chance they get. Not that I'm complaining—I have more dick than I have sense, right now.

I'm two weeks late for my period, too. If they haven't noticed that by now, someone's bound to sniff it out sooner or later.

I bite my bottom lip. Do I tell him? Or do I try to hold out another five minutes until we're all together?

His nostrils flare, and he backs me against the wall. "Do you have secret for us, moya zhena ?" My knees buckle at the phrase. He knows I love being called their wife.

I keep my mouth shut, but his eyes light up like he's just been given the most precious gift in the world. My secret. Our secret. Our truth. He pins me to the wall, lifting my arms over my head and sighing against my lips. "You smell like honey, sweet to taste. I want to make love to sweet wife." He cups my jaw, tilting my head back and tasting my lips. I whimper and claw at his shoulders.

God , just being around him turns me on.

He nips the shell of my ear, breathing hard. "But she must tell secret first." His hands find my breasts and squeeze.

Then he stops moving.

Shit. The tests. He feels the tests.

He pulls back and stares at my boobs. "What are you hiding, Valentina?" A frown etches across his face. "If it is drugs, I will help you get clean."

"No! No, it's not that!" I cover my boobs with my hands. I know he can't see anything through my shirt, but it makes me feel like I can hold the truth in a little longer. "I need to talk to you guys. Now. Please. Can we go inside?"

Ezra presses his lips together in a thin line. "Okay. We go inside, then you tell secret."

He follows me inside the house, staying silent as we make our way to the master bedroom. Since the four of us started sleeping together, Andrei added a second king-sized mattress to the room, pressed up against the first. We use my room down the hall for storing clothes and our favorite sets of guns and knives.

Our master suite is mainly used for sex, sleep, and showers.

When we walk into the room, Andrei looks up from the book he's reading in his favorite armchair. "Welcome back. Did you have fun?"

Before I can answer, Mikhail bursts from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair dark and dripping wet from his shower. He sighs dramatically. "Finally, you're back. Did you see anything suspicious? Did she say anything about me?"

Ezra places his palm on my lower back, keeping me moving toward my other two husbands. "Valentina has something in breast pocket."

Some of the annoyance in Mikhail's gait melts away. "Oooh, did you steal something, love?" He grabs my waist and brings me in for a lingering kiss. "I like it when you do bad things." He slides his palm beneath my shirt and up my stomach to cup my breasts. He gives them a hard squeeze, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "Can I see?"

I nod, and he lifts my shirt over my head. Ezra undoes the bra clasp at my back, and I pull off my bra. It falls to the floor, and Mikhail catches the pregnancy tests in his hands. His eyes widen. "Are these—have you?—?"

Andrei snaps his book shut and drops it into his chair. "Show me, Mikhail."

He tosses one of the tests into Andrei's chest, then drops the other two to the floor. "Your period is late." His smile is sweet one second, then wicked the next. "I've been filling your pussy up good, haven't I?" He palms my stomach with one hand, then my ass with the other. "Keeping my cock inside you as long as possible. Making sure my cum gets nice and deep."

Ezra sighs at my back. "Mikhail, you are not only man sleeping with her."

"There are three of us," Andrei comments, smacking the pregnancy test against his open palm. "That's a sixty-six percent chance that you're not the father."

I look between the three of them, shaking my head. "You can't seriously be territorial about this baby. It's ours , no matter which one of you is the father."

Andrei's head snaps back in my direction. "So you have taken a test."

"Take another," Mikhail insists, grabbing the one from Andrei's hand and placing it into mine. "I'll come with you."

"She does not need help to pee," Ezra grumbles, wrapping his arms around me from behind. He gently palms my stomach, like he's protecting me from the others.

Or keeping me and the baby to himself.

Mikhail scoffs. "Of course she does. She'll need help with everything now. We have to make sure she and the baby stay safe throughout the entire pregnancy."

I take as deep of a breath as I can, but it's painfully shallow. My heart flutters in my chest like it's about to leap out from my ribs and fly far, far away. "Guys," I whisper, blinking rapidly. They're looking a little fuzzy at the edges.

They continue arguing over the stupidest things.

" Guys. I think I need to lie down."

All three of them shut up immediately, and Ezra lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing. He carries me to the bed and lays me down gently, like I'm made of glass. Andrei removes my shoes, then my pants and panties, before tucking me beneath the covers. Mikhail's towel has disappeared in the time it took for him to reach the bed, and he slips in beside me. "I'm sorry, baby, I got carried away. Are you okay?" He brushes curls behind my ear.

They all stare at me with concern in their eyes.

"You're going to have to get along better." You'd think after years of working together, they would have figured out how to keep the peace between themselves. "Or you'll stress me and the baby out."

"Of course. We will." Andrei gives both Ezra and Mikhail a withering look. "Right, brother?"

They both nod. Ezra kisses the back of my hand, while Mikhail nuzzles against my cheek. "We'll do anything you say, Valentina. Whatever you need."

I stretch my legs with a sigh. Having Mikhail curled against my side is nice, but I have two other men I'd also like to cuddle. "Get in bed. All of you. I want to touch my husbands."

Ezra crawls into bed behind me and lays my head in his lap. Mikhail stays curled up on one side, and Andrei takes the other. All three of them take turns caressing my stomach, my thighs, my breasts, kissing my body all over. It's enough to make a girl burn with need, but my eyes flutter closed more than once.

"Get some sleep," Andrei orders, turning my face towards him to kiss my lips. "We're not going anywhere."

Mikhail kisses me next, sucking my bottom lip between his, a groan catching in the back of his throat. "You're so fucking sexy, Valentina. I promise to fuck you hard when you wake up." He purrs in my ear. "Or while you sleep. Whichever you want, baby."

"You will not fuck her in sleep."

A giggle passes my lips. "Maybe some gentle sex during my nap is okay."

"Be careful what wish for," Ezra grunts, his cock already hardening next to my ear. "Because we will deliver on promise, zhena. "

" Moya prekrasnaya zhena," Andrei murmurs, sliding his hand between my thighs. He teases my clit with light brushes of his fingertips, making me sigh with pleasure. "Sleep. We'll take good care of you and the baby."

"We always will."

I grab Mikhail and Andrei's hands and hold them to my chest, a smile on my lips.

I know my men will keep their promise.

I couldn't ask for better fathers for our beautiful baby girl.