“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…”
“It hasn’t been so bad here in Canada,” I protested but even as I said it, I saw snow whipping against the window. I quietly hoped our flight wouldn’t be canceled. We’d all been looking so forward to going somewhere tropical for once and we had certainly earned it.
“I’m just glad I’m not on the run for my life anymore,” I continued. While I didn’t work for Mirror, Mirror anymore, I’d come to learn that Queenie had gone off the deep end, trying to kill me. It wasn’t sanctioned by anyone in the company and Andrea Silva had offered me a rather generous settlement so that I wouldn’t press charges—provided Queenie get locked in a psychiatric hospital, pending recovery. I guess I’d always be looking over my shoulder to but I had seven massive protectors who would keep me safe.
I learned that Hunter had stopped her from finishing me that night in Iceland by knocking her unconscious but I was still wary of him, wondering if he’d had some part of abandoning me in the storm.
There were so many unanswered questions about everything that had gone on with Queenie and the company but I’d learned to accept that I might never know everything.