The thought that anyone would make Edison, or any of us, feel like what we’re doing is wrong, has rage filling me. I would make anyone who thought something like that pay. We aren’t hurting anyone. We’re happy. It’s consensual.
I’m about to go and find my phone, needing to hear my pretty girl’s sweet voice, but the door opening and closing stops me. I hear her giggles before I see her as I head that way, not able to wait a moment longer. She’s looking up at Killian with so much love and naughty mischief that my breath gets caught in my throat.
When her big brown eyes turn my way, nothing changes in her gaze. She loves me. Just like she loves Killian and Jude.
We love her too. So fucking much.
It’s time she knows.
I stride towards her, feeling like I move faster with each step. When I wrap my arms around her and pull her against me, she burrows into my chest. It’s like I can finally take a full breath since the moment I said goodbye to her this morning.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck, taking in her spicy wildflower scent, loving the way it calms me. I murmur against her skin, “Missed you, pretty girl.”
Her voice is soft and filled with amusement, “We saw each other this morning. It hasn’t been very long.”
I blow a raspberry against her skin in protest, and she lets out a shriek which has my heart pounding in my chest. “Too long,” I whisper in her ear before nipping at it.
I pull away and look down into her eyes, overcome with so many emotions. I could have missed out on this. I could have never met her. Killian could have tried to keep her for himself.
Glancing at my brother, I find he’s smiling with affection at the two of us, as if he gets satisfaction from seeing us together and happy. I reach out and give his shoulder a squeeze, telling him how thankful I am without words. When he smirks at me, I know he understands.
“I missed you too, Coyle,” Edison whispers and I look back at her to take one more moment to soak her in.
A big smile stretches across my lips before I kiss her forehead and lead her into the kitchen. “What took you so long, Edison? I expected you home a while ago?”
She looks over the food I’ve been cooking with appreciation in her eyes. “This looks good,” she tries, and fails, to change the subject.
“It will be,” I tease her and give her a pointed look. “Now, answer the question.”
Killian chuckles and tugs our woman into his side. His eyes are sparkling, and his voice is filled with excitement, “Our girl here decided to come by the shop and see me.”
Jude comes sauntering into the room, a basket of laundry in his hands. When he sees everyone, his eyes light up as well. Yeah, Edison is perfect for all of us. Happiness settles around us like the first snow of winter, blanketing everywhere you look.
He drops the basket and practically bounds over to Edison, pulling her away from Killian, who lets out an unheeded sound of protest. Jude stamps his lips down on Edison’s before prying hers open, tasting her mouth and twirling his tongue with hers. My cock goes from semi-hard to hard as a fucking rock when she moans into his mouth.
She’s so fucking sexy and when she’s between us, when she’s experiencing pleasure? She’s transcendent. I could watch her all day and never get my dick wet and I’d be happy. Though, admittedly, it would be better to be buried in her body as well.
When Jude pulls back, he licks his lips as he looks down at her with hunger. He rumbles, “She did more than just stop in and say hi.” He cocks his head to the side and teases her, “Didn’t you, little mouse?”
Edison bites her lip, her cheeks turning a gorgeous shade of pink. Her voice is sly mischief, “Maybe.”
Jude laughs, kissing her again before he picks up the basket and carries it upstairs. I call after him, “Dinner’s ready when you come back down.”
“You got it,” I hear, Jude’s voice fading away as he moves farther away.
Killian jumps into help, setting the table and then placing food down as I hand it to him. Edison grabs drinks, not even having to ask anyone what they want anymore. It’s a moment of domesticated bliss and I don’t want to ever let it go. I won’t. It’s mine. It’s ours.
It’s fucking right.
When Jude walks into the room he looks at the table with a big smile on his face. He slaps me on the back before walking over to Edison. He pecks her lips before he kisses Killian. I watch our girl as they kiss—the way her eyes get darker with desire, the way she squeezes her thighs together.
Fucking adorable.
When we sit down at the table, we pass food around and fill each other in on our days and plans for tomorrow. Everyone is smiling and asking questions, laughing, and listening.
Family.
This is your family.