Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“Both of us,” Wes and Dean both snap, making me smile. Like it matters who the father is. We’re a family. Period. It doesn't matter.
“I think you should go,” I tell her. Her shoulders drop and I see a look cross her face I’ve never seen before. I push past Dean and Wes and go to my mother. “This is my life now. You have to get used to it.”
“Your father—”
“Don’t,” I cut her off. “I don’t want the life that’s in New York here, and if you want to be in my life you have to accept this. Dean and Wes are right. I won’t have you stressing me out right now.”
Her head drops forward, her hair failing into her face. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“You have that same look your father gets. This is final. You won’t be moved.”
“I love them. I love my life here.” I grab her hand. “I love you, Mom.”
“I love you, too.” She tucks some hair behind my ear, surprising me with her affection. She masks it quickly. “I should go.” She kisses me on both cheeks before turning to leave. She stops at the door, turning to look at my men. “Take care of her.”
“Always,” the both say before my mother nods then turns and leaves.
I watch her exit the door and I stand there for a moment. I’ve come to terms with what my mother is. More so after spending a week with Wes and Dean’s family out at the farm. Their family sucked me in like I’d been a part of it from birth.
Their sisters were already like sisters to me and their mom was warm and sweet. It felt like for the first time I had a real mom. Not a mother. I don’t want my mother out of my life, I just know we won't ever be close. And I’m okay with that. I have more than I could have ever asked for.
I turn to glare at Dean and Wes, who have their arms crossed over their chests but their faces are filled with concern.
“You two want to talk about this?” I smile, pointing over to the giant hole in the wall and letting them know I’m not upset about my mother. It is what it is.
Wes shrugs. Dean smiles.
They have been on me about moving my stuff over from my apartment. I’d been meaning to get to it, but we have been on the move since we became an us. From getting married, to traveling for a few small team camps, to finding out I was pregnant and spending time out at their family’s farm, I just hadn’t got around to it.
A lot of my stuff is still in boxes, but I don’t see the rush. It’s my understanding it has a year lease, so what does it matter?
The fight came when they got home from a meeting with their agent to find me passed out in my old bed. Since finding out I was pregnant, I was prone to random nap attacks at any moment. I was over at my old place trying to find something that would fit my ever-growing belly and might have passed out on my bed.
They did not like finding me asleep in my old bed. So a small fight broke out. It didn’t last long because I was pinned to the bed beneath them. They wouldn’t let me get a word out, only moans until I passed out. When I woke up, it was to construction on both our places.
“You want to keep the place. Fine. You’re about to get one big fucking condo,” Dean says coming towards me with Wes following.
I plant my hand on my hips, about to open my mouth, and they’re both on me. I really don’t care about the condo or the construction. I was more just trying to tell them they were being silly yesterday.
“Let’s work the fight out of her again, Dean,” Wes says.
I fake a growl as they pin me to the bed before they start to trail open-mouthed kisses down my body, stopping and paying extra attention to my belly. I lie back enjoying their plan, thinking I can play just as dirty as they can.
I like the sound of that.
Epilogue
Amelia
Seven years later…
“Fuck, where’s Wes?” Dean asks as he thrusts deep.
“He said he was on his way,” I moan as he moves his big cock in and out of me.
“I don’t know if I can wait to cum.”
“You better,” I warn, stilling my hips.
“Fuck.” He groans again and takes a breath.
Just then the door to our hotel room bursts open and Wes stands there like a beast. My pussy clenches around Dean and he cries out.
“Goddammit, little one, slow your pussy down. He’s here!”
I’m on top of Dean, riding him as I keep eye contact with Wes. “I need you,” I moan and tilt my ass up for him.