“Lots of nerve endings back there—it’s a completely difference sensation.”
Kyra looks up at me, her half-lidded eyes sated. “You’ll always take care of me, huh?”
“Always.” I kiss her forehead and stroke her cheek, an overwhelming sense of love filling my chest.
“Do you want a big family too?”
Sighing, I’d like to whole-heartedly agree with my brothers, but I can’t lie to her. “I don’t know. I had a shitty childhood and part of me would like to break the cycle by giving a kid or twelve an amazing life. But I’m also scared I’ll be a shitty father like the ones I had growing up.”
Kyra lifts enough to look me directly in the eye. “You are an amazing man, Kerr. Caring with so much love to give, I know you’ll be an amazing father someday. But, between you and me, I’m in no hurry to have kids. A couple of little one would definitely interfere with our naked time.”
“There is no rush. Knowing you want one someday will keep the guys happy for a while.” I kiss her lips. “We don’t want to lose any of our naked time either.”
“You ready, Cupcake?” O’Dell walks in wearing a towel around his waist, his hair wet. It’s obvious he took a quick shower.
Kyra rolls off me and O’Dell scoops her up in his arms. Carrying her his second favorite thing to do to her. I think she likes it, too, because it makes her feel small and protected, although I doubt she’d ever admit it. She doesn’t have to admit her weaknesses to us, we’ll love and protect her no matter what, and champion her in what she needs.
“So, this is Club Sin.” She says as we sink beneath the soapy water with big frothy bubbles.
I lean against one end of the tub and pull her back against my chest. “Yeah.”
“I have to say, I think my bathroom is nicer.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to come back here?” I wet her hair and massage shampoo through her red stands.
“I mean, I don’t mind, but I don’t think we need to rent a room to have sex. We have a whole house for that.”
She scoots down, leaning the back of her head on my chest as Dem slides in the other end, pulling her feet into his lap and massaging her toes.
O’Dell sits on the edge of the tub, using a soapy washcloth to lather up her chest and slip his hand between her legs. I can tell he’s keeping his touch light, because she’s not hitching her breath or bucking her hips. She sighs, sinking even further into the water. “It’s up to you, Cupcake. Here or home or anywhere else in the world, it’s you and us forever.”
EPILOGUE
ONE YEAR LATER…
O’Dell
“Ican’t believe we’re missing the wedding of the century.” Kyra grumbles as we get out of our black SUV.
“Of the century? I think there are maybe twenty-five guests total attending this wedding.”
“Yeah, but its you guys—or guys like you. Three men marrying one women times two? A double wedding with six grooms and two brides?? As Caiden says, that’s never happened in the history of never ever.”
“Cupcake, you’re the one who decided to attend this parole board meeting versus attending a beach front destination wedding. We’d much rather have you running around in a bikini than facing down this dickhead.”
She frowns. “I wish we could have gotten his hearing date moved, but I can’t let him or his family think he’s getting out. The board needs to see the victims face.”
“We could have taken care of this another way, Angel.” Dem walks up and slides his hand on the small of her back. I shake my head, this conversation inappropriate considering the walls we’re about to pass through. Victor Townsend’s connections can only provide us so much protection from self-incrimination, but yeah, we could have had Brolin Mann killed a dozen different ways over the last year, but Kyra said no. She wants him to rot in prison for as long as possible.
She wants him to see her face when he’s denied parole.
We want him to see our faces, too, because if his parent’s money gets him out, he’ll be seeing us again.
Kerr is up ahead, holding open the visitor center door to Menard Correctional Center.
It takes a good forty-five minutes to get through security and then escorted into the parole board meeting which starts at three. It kills us to do this, but we’ll do it for her. Honestly, I’d prefer to never lock eyes with this guy, because I’m pretty sure keeping the three of us in our seat is going to be near impossible. If Brolin so much as looks at Kyra with anything other than absolute fear, I’m afraid Kerr will come across room. Thank God it’s being held in a secure facility and we left all our weapons at home. Even something as innocuous as a pen was left behind, because we know what we are capable of given anything rigid or sharp.
Kyra grips my hand as we sit down and wait.