“Let me,” John says from behind Logan. They switch out, and John’s rough finger strokes over my clit in regular motions that make me want to scream. I can’t. I know I can’t. It’s too much, except maybe I can. Something seems to trip in my brain, images of my eleven men, naked, touching me, licking me, fucking me, flash through my mind, and then it happens. “Oh… oh… oh, don’t stop!” I yell as a woman possessed.
“That’s it,” Logan croons, even as he grits his teeth to fuck me in a pussy that seems intent on crushing him.
“Fuck,” Harley shouts as my muscles bear down on him. He’s seconds behind me, filling me with hot streams of his cum, and maybe Logan can feel his brother swelling because he’s coming too.
My eyes are so tightly scrunched, my brain obliterated by sensation, that when Logan and Harley pull back, and John rolls me onto my back, settling between my legs, I’m still lost outside of myself.
“Maggie,” he says, kissing my jaw and the corner of my mouth, my neck, and my breasts. “We’re nearly there, Maggie. Just me, and then you’re ours. Then you have to stay with us, okay?”
I gaze up into his soft brown eyes, my hand going to the scruff on his cheek. “Yours,” I say, and tears spring to my eyes because, with one word, John has made me feel like I finally belong somewhere. Like I can finally have the big protective family that I always wanted. He moves inside me with tenderness and care, his brothers surrounding us, recovering from their own orgasms, and it’s beautiful. It’s raw, and it’s real, and I never want to be anywhere else.
This is why Danna is so happy. She’s found this perfect cocoon of a relationship with enough men to fulfill her every need and desire.
And so have I. I’ve found my brave boys who have been through so much. And they have found me too.
When John comes, it feels exactly like he said it would, a sealing of our bond. And after, we relax together, laughing and cuddling until it starts to get cold and we all have to find warm beds to sleep in. I follow Sean and Trey to their room, lying between them as they sleep peacefully, and I wish I could slip into dreams as easily as they have. Instead, I lie awake, watching the rise and fall of their chests, dark hair and blond, so different but perfect.
And instead of basking in the afterglow of the most amazing experience of my life, I drift back into self-doubt. My heart panics that love isn’t certain, and my mind tells me all the reasons that I’m not good enough for these perfectly damaged men.
And inside me, a baby grows that could change everything.
24
The next day, the boys head off early for training, and I spend some time cleaning up. I even chance to make a meal for when they return. It’s met with much enthusiasm.
I’m too sore for more sex, so I’m treated to many cuddles while we watch TV and a load of kisses too.
Friday is the day of the game, and there is frantic energy in the house as they all get ready to leave. As we pile into the trucks, I realize that I have no idea who they’re playing. When Donovan tells me it’s my college team, my heart sinks.
I never told them that the father of my baby plays ball too. They had no reason to know that coming to watch this game would be a nightmare for me.
How will I deal with seeing Justin? We haven’t spoken since the day he punched the wall. Cathy knows everything now and has probably been tearing him a new one ever since. But maybe it’ll be okay. There are going to be so many people there. I can hide among the crowd, and Justin won’t even know I’m there. I swallow against the nerves that have tightened my throat, trying to maintain an even expression. This day is about my boys. It’s about them doing their best in front of the scouts so that they can fulfill their dreams and make Dad proud.
The crackle of nervous anticipation coming off them all has me edgy by the time we get there. I have a ticket for a seat close to the field, and they leave me to head to the changing rooms. I’m one of the first to take a seat, and I glance around, feeling like a fish out of water. This is the boys’ college. I won’t know anyone here. In my purse, my phone vibrates. When I reach in to grab it, I see Cathy’s name flash across the screen. I can see you, the message says, and as cold dread settles inside me, a shiver runs over my scalp. Is she here?