I chose to be both.
“Well, you have no right!” I spat, but I didn’t mean it. I was so happy they were there that I wanted to cry.
“We have every right,” Harry replied, stepping toward me. “You’re a part of us now, whether you like it or not.”
I couldn’t step away from his outstretched hand, and I nuzzled my face into his hand, inhaling his scent.
No! I warned myself. No, I can’t do this. I can’t trust them.
As he sensed my reservation, Harry’s hand firmed against my face, and he drew my eyes up to meet his blazing irises.
“You’ve got it all wrong. We had no idea what Mirror, Mirror was doing until you told us,” he explained gently.
“We were bound by a confidentiality waiver,” Seth added. “We wanted to tell you who we worked for, but we couldn’t.”
“And we never lied to you, Sasha. We are drillers. Mirror, Mirror was just a side job, so to speak,” Graham added. “I wanted to tell you, but…” he trailed off under the withering gaze of the others.
I looked at them, taking in their faces one by one and exhaled in a hot breath.
What they were saying certainly made sense, but could I believe it?
“Sasha, we’ve never lied to you,” Dan insisted, stepping forward to touch my other cheek.
I lowered my gaze and shook my head. “It doesn’t matter,” I mumbled. “I can’t go with you anyway.”
“If you’re worried about Mirror, Mirror, I promise you that we’ll protect you,” Jim said, and I suddenly realized that I was encircled in all of my boys. I’d never felt safer, but that didn’t change the fact that I couldn’t go with them.
“I’m not worried about Mirror, Mirror,” I sighed. “I mean, I am, but that’s not why.”
They stared at me, waiting.
I bit on my lower lip. “I’m pregnant.”
The wave of shock was charged with excitement, and the men embraced me with kisses and hugs, each one of them patting my stomach as I stared at them, stunned.
“W-what are you doing?” I demanded. “You have a pact about this. You can’t father a child!”
“One of us can’t,” Dan agreed, grinning at me before turning to look at his friends. “But all of us can.”
My lower lip began to quiver, and I choked on a sob.
“What do you say, Sasha Snow? Will you be the mother of our child?” Stevie teased.
I sniffled back my tears of happiness and nodded. “I would be honored,” I mewled and allowed myself to be swarmed by their muscled arms.
Epilogue
SASHA
My toes poked out of the end of the blanket we all shared, and I admired the manicure job that Bash had done on them. If the contract drilling didn’t work out, he’d certainly have a future in esthetics.
I stretched and turned onto my right look at Jim and kissed his cheek before turning to my left and dropping one on Dan’s cheek. I never really knew which one would be at my side in the morning, and I liked it that way. It kept me on my perfectly coiffed toes.
Popping my head up, I looked at the rest of my horde along the emperor mattress we shared and gently tugged the comforter off Seth, who was the only one not waking amongst us. I was glad I’d talked the guys into this purchase even though I’d been met with some reluctance by Seth, who did enjoy his own bed to sleep in.
“Good morning,” I sang. “It’s Christmas!”
I was met with a chorus of “Merry Christmas” and “Hello, beautiful,” but my sleepy Seth remained in sound in slumber.
I guess he got used to the bed, after all, I thought, grinning to myself.
“Look at him,” Graham grunted. “How does he do that?”
“It’s a talent I wish I had,” I agreed enviously. “Seth?”
There was still no response, and I laughed, shrugging as I sat up.
“What time is our flight again?” I asked, letting the blanket fall off my naked breasts. Instantly, two sets of hands reached for them, and I giggled as Dan pushed me back onto the bed, his mouth finding my earlobes.
“Not until nine tonight,” he muttered, grinding his morning wood against my leg. “Lots of time.”
“Not really,” I countered, pushing him away reluctantly. “I still need to make the turkey and prepare the stuffing—”
“Oh no,” Jim countered, picking up where Dan had left off. “I’ve got the stuffing prepared right here.”
The men groaned, and I howled, but I didn’t stop them from resuming their endearing kisses on my body. I would never get tired of their affection.
Even after a year, they still managed to turn me on without effort and sometimes I felt like I was constantly wet for them.
It was a wonder any of us got any work done.
“I, for one, am glad we’re going to be somewhere warm for once over Christmas,” Stevie said, flopping onto his side to grab the remote control. “Not Iceland, not Scotland…”