Chapter 13

I’ve gotten used tothe fact that our lives will always be chaotic, it would be foolish to think otherwise. But these past few months of Harlow being pregnant have been nice. To take a step back and slow down. To spend time together and enjoy life.

Never thought I’d be the one to say something like that but here we are.

But of course, it wasn’t going to last long, it never does. I just didn’t think in a million years that the thing that would come back into our lives is our fathers. Okay, lie, I expected that to happen eventually. What I didn’t expect was that they were the ones who caused Harlow the most pain and suffering from her past.

The more I thought about it though, the more it made sense, sadly. I knew our fathers were into some fucked up shit, so going to an illegal club where the woman were held against their will and put into the hands of monstrous men isn’t that much of a far fetched idea.

And now they”re back. We don’t know why. Didn’t want to see their faces long enough to ask. Beast found them pretty quickly and took care of it himself. I’m glad because I don’t think I would have had the restraint to not end them the moment I saw them.

The look on Harlow’s face when she saw the TV, the realization as things came crashing down and the pieces clicked together, will forever be burned into my mind.

I felt sick when she told us what they did to her. I didn’t need details to know how vile and fucked up it was. Every monster Triver rented her out to was sick and evil.

The knowledge of what Harlow had to endure never escaped us, and we never grew to accept it. We just had to learn to live with that information and not allow it to interfere with what we have with her.

It was her trauma, her past. If she was doing her best to move on and live her life, we had to do the same.

But despite all that, seeing the fear in her eyes, it brought everything back from when we first found out the kind of life we left her to when we sent her away all those years ago.

We will always blame ourselves. We will also feel like we are the ones responsible for the hell she ended up in.

We weren’t surprised when Queenie took over. It’s been awhile and not going to lie, I prefer Harlow in control. But Harlow needed time to process and I have to have respect for Queenie for always taking the hardest things in life, so Harlow doesn’t have to.

Thankfully, after Neo’s little murder date, Queenie let Harlow back. Harlow said she had time to think it over, and she doesn’t want to use Queenie to hide. However, she didn’t want to talk about it. And said she never will be ready. That it’s too close to home and if she knew the details as well as us, she doesn”t think any of us will look at each other the same.

We respected that. I don’t want to know the details. It would fuck with me far more than it is right now.

The good thing is they are locked up, ready to be dealt with when Queenie is ready. I don’t care if the conditions they’re in are fucked up, they can die of sepsis for all I fucking care. I just hope it”s slow and painful.

What matters right now are the two people I love most in this world. Three, counting the little one growing inside her. I still can”t believe we’re having a baby. Harlow is an amazing mom and she’s going to be just as incredible with this little one.

I stop and lean against the doorway to my room and smile at the sight before me. Sam and Harlow are cuddled up on the bed. Harlow’s eyes are closed, but there”s a soft smile playing on her lips as Sam lays his head on her belly, reading the baby a story as she slowly runs her fingers through his hair.

“That was a cute story,” Harlow murmurs as she blinks open her eyes and looks at Sam.

“It was.” He smiles at her as he sits up and places the book on the bedside table.

“What was this one about?” I ask as I step into the room. Both of their eyes find mine and I love the soft pink hue that flashes on Sam’s cheeks.

Things between us haven’t changed much over the years. We’ve only had sex a handful of times and always with Harlow there to help him keep his mind off the past.

But the thing we have isn’t about sex. If we never had it again, it wouldn’t make me love him any less. I’m with him for him, not his body.

I just hate that someone took that from him. That they caused so much trauma that he can’t stand people touching him. Only the people he trusts and even that comes with conditions.

With Harlow, however, she seems to be the only one who he allows touching him in a more intimate way alone. I’m fine with it. We all have our own unique relationships. I would never make him feel bad for the scars that are left behind and how he chooses to deal with it, or how they affect him.

“This one was a little bunny who was lost in the woods and had to choose whether to try and get home on his own or trust the wolf he stumbles upon. It’s a story of not judging people by their looks or how society tells us to treat someone a certain way just because it’s expected,” Sam answers.

“Cute, I think?” I chuckle. “I take it the wolf didn’t make the bunny his lunch?”

“No.” Harlow grins. “They become besties.”

“Of course.” I lock eyes with her and lean on the bed. It’s been far too long since I’ve had my mouth and hands on her and my cock inside her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She narrows her eyes, but I don’t miss the way her pupils dilate.

“That wolf in the book may not have eaten his prey, but I sure as hell will be.” I give her a wolfish grin as I crawl toward her on the bed.

“Really?” she asks, her chest rising and falling a bit quicker now.

“Oh yes. I’m starving. And I seem to have found something I’d very much like to have a taste of.” She’s in a maxi dress, something she’s been wearing a lot of lately. It’s more comfortable for her, less restricting. And right now, it works out in my favor.

“What would that be?” she asks, sliding her body down a little bit to lay back on the pillows. She pulls her dress up and spreads her legs, showing me her panty-covered pussy. “Wouldn’t happen to be this, would it?”

“Fucking right it is,” I growl. Sam moves up to lean back against the bed, watching, waiting.

“Well, who am I to leave a wolf hungry. Eat up big boy,” she chuckles.

“Brat,” I mutter as I grab her panties and pull them down her legs. Grabbing her knees, I push them apart, opening her wide enough for me to settle between her legs. All my blood rushes to my cock as my eyes devour her naked pussy. “Fuck, I’ve missed this,” I grunt before diving between her legs and having a lick.

“Yes,” she moans as my tongue laps at her folds. She tastes so fucking good. I take my time, licking and sucking, making her into a writhing mess until she’s begging for my cock.

I grin against her pussy, loving when she gets like this. It’s not often, but since she’s gotten pregnant, she can’t get enough of us. Even if it means begging for it. Not that we let it get to that point, we’re all more than happy to satisfy her needs. I just love fucking with her.

And pissing her off. “Axel. Get that fat cock inside me or I’m going to stab you.”

“Relax,” I chuckle before sucking her clit into my mouth.

“Oh fuck!” she screams. A masculine moan has my eyes darting up. Sam is watching, his cock in his hand, eyes wide with desire.

I growl against Harlow’s pussy, working hard to make her cum. For Sam, not for me.

Sam may not have sex often, but he loves to watch me and Harlow together, touching himself as he does, getting his own pleasure off of us. It’s fucking hot and always makes me cum a little bit harder when he falls over the edge with both our names on his lips. He’s so fucking sexy. Both of them are.

“Keep going. Don’t fucking stop. Fuck, fuck fuck!” she screams and I grunt as she grabs a handful of my hair as she shatters for me. She cums hard on my tongue and I lap up every drop of her release that she gives me.

When she’s done shaking, I lick my lips and grin as I sit up. My cock is straining against my jeans, eager to get out and inside my woman. But my eyes stray over to Sam. He’s slowed his pace, his length still wrapped tightly in his hand.

He licks his lips, chest rising and falling quickly. “Did you like what you saw?” I ask him, my voice husky with need.

“Y-yes.” He nods. Harlow is watching us with a hungry gleam in her eyes.

“Would you like a taste for yourself?” I ask him, this time a little growl to my tone.

“Please,” he breathes out.

Harlow sucks in a breath as I thrust two fingers into her pussy, gathering some of her juices before holding them out to Sam as I shove forward, bringing my dripping cock to Harlow’s entrance. He looks at my fingers, only hesitating for a moment before looking up at me. He leans forward and wraps his lips around my fingers, whimpering as his tongue cleans her release.

The sight has me feral for a moment and I grip Harlow’s hip with my free hand and thrust inside her in one go.

“Axel!” she screams my name, her back arching off the bed.

Sam releases my fingers and turns to look at Harlow’s face contorted in pleasure. I want more of that. I want to see what she looks like when she shatters again but this time on my cock as I fill her with my cum.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she pants out, glaring at me. “Fuck me already.”

“I don’t know.” I smirk. “Brats don’t get rewards.”

“And assholes don’t get to keep their dicks,” she growls back. “If you won’t fuck me, I’ll cut it off and do it myself.”

“Relax.” I slap her ass as I pull back all the way and slam back in. She shuts up real fast as I start to pump into her.

I take it slow at first as Sam leans back against the pillows again, his eyes drifting from me to Harlow.

I’m doing the same thing. Watching Harlow’s eyes close with her head thrown back in pleasure and Sam working himself over, stroking his thick cock. With the way his breaths are coming in short pants, he’s close, I can tell. And me, while I could go for a long time, I want them to both cum with me.

Looking down, I watch my cock thrust in and out of Harlow, her release coating my length. “You like this don’t you? You love it when I fuck you.”

“Yes,” she pants out. “Only because your cock is massive and you happen to know how to use it.”

“And because you love me,” I grunt, thrusting into her harder.

“Fuck. Fine, because I love you too. You know what else I love? Orgasms. Wanna be a doll and give me another one of those?”

“So bossy,” I chuckle. But I do as she asks. I pick up my pace, grabbing her ass to lift her up and adjust the angle.

“Oh fuck. Yes, right there,” she whimpers as my cock starts to hit her G-spot. “Don’t stop.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, my queen,” I growl.

Sam matches my pace, his hand working his cock quickly.

My balls tingle, telling me I’m ready to cum. I just need them to. “Come on baby,” I tell Sam. “Let go. Cum for us.”

He nods his head as he pulls his shirt up, showing off his toned abs and closes his eyes, letting out a long pained groan. His face contorts in pleasure and we watch as his cock erupts, shooting ropes and ropes of cum, coating his belly.

The sight has both me and Harlow losing it. “Sam,” Harlow moans as her pussy clamps around my cock. This orgasm isn’t as powerful, but it’s enough to make me follow her over the edge. I grip her hips, my eyes rolling back as my cock jerks inside of her, filling her with jet after jet of warm cum.

When I’m done, my chest is heaving and I fight to keep myself upright.

“Now that was a nice way to end a day,” Harlow says sleepily, a smile playing on her lips.

“I’d say,” I huff out a laugh. “Nice way to relax after a long day of work.”

Sam just laughs softly, his eyes closed, as he lays back against the pillow in bliss. I love seeing him like this. Without a care in the world.

“Like what you saw?” Harlow asks, repeating my question to Sam from before.

I look over at her and grin. “Very much so.”

“Want a taste?” She grins and I look over at Sam who’s watching us with curious eyes.

“Please,” I answer her while looking at him.

Harlow reaches over and runs two fingers through the mess on Sam’s abs and holds it out to me.

Without looking away from Sam, I lean forward and wrap my lips around her fingers and moan as his salty cum hits my tongue.

He whimpers and I grin as I pull back and lick my lips. “Yum.”

“You two are bad,” he huffs out a laugh, a blush taking over his handsome face.

“Maybe a little.” She shoots him acheeky grin. “But you love us anyways.”

“More than you both will ever know,” he answers, his face softening.

We all end up in a messy, sticky pile of limbs but none of us care. This right here, having the two people who mean the most in the world to me, in my arms. This is what real happiness looks like and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.