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  “Angel’s pussy’s so damn juicy, but fuck, no one sucks my cock like you do.”

  Avery watches eagerly, wanting her turn. They’ve morphed it into a sort of competition to see how far either one of them can take my length in. Can’t say I mind it one bit. Them gagging and deep throating my dick, has me spurting my cum in no time when it comes to them competing.

  “Swear, I’m the luckiest man alive,” I grumble as Angel starts nipping a few love bites on my thighs, making my ass cheeks flex with my pleasure. “Your turn, little one.” Avery smiles triumphantly at 2 that she gets to take over and finish me off.

  “Was it not good?” he asks gruffly, and I grin.

  “You’re fucking crazy, thinking for one second that wasn’t amazing.” Grabbing the back of his neck, I tug him toward me until my lips meet his. My tongue thrusts against his, conveying just how hot he’s made me.

  I only pull away to rid him of his clothes and take in his lean, sexy body. His muscles are smaller than mine, but still well-defined. I’ve never been too attracted to men before, but something about this one makes me hard as a brick.

  “Fuck, you’re sexy,” I mumble to him, as I pull Avery to her feet. She’s done milking my cock with her mouth; I’m filling this perfect bitch up with more of my cum. If there’s any question about her being pregnant at all, I’ll keep pumping her full of my seed and make damn sure she has our kid.

  2 cups my nuts in one hand, rubbing his fingertips against my taint. “I want you, A,” he requests.

  “You have me; you both do.”

  Avery beams a beautiful smile just before my lips meet hers. I can taste myself on her, and that knowledge is enough to drive my mind and body wild. My hands fly into her soft auburn waves, holding her skull in my palms as I own her mouth.

  With a rough kiss, her form molds against mine—the fawn merging with the beast. She’s lost in my arms until 2’s draws her back, taking over her taste with his own lips.

  Watching the two of them is purely erotic and a treat in itself. Their love for each other is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and the fact that they share it with me is slowly mending my blackened soul.

  I’d die for them if it came down to it; I wouldn’t even hesitate. My life for theirs in a fucking heartbeat.

  “Please,” she gasps and we’re instantly drawn to her, peeling her clothes off, throwing them wherever they decide to land without giving them a second thought.

  She’s perfection in our eyes with an ass that’s divine. There’s nothing sexier on a woman than some meat on her bones. Curves and softness draw me in the most, maybe because I lacked that in my life growing up? Now, I desperately seek them out from my Angel.

  2 Piece fulfills the roughness that I crave some days. He takes it gratefully and dishes it out when needed. Angel enjoys us being wild and bossy with her, but she can’t quite tame my beast like 2 Piece can. We’re a balance—the three of us fulfilling our different needs.

  2 buries his nose in her hair while driving his fingers into her sopping wet pussy, making her moan.

  Pure fucking bliss.

  “She wet enough for me?” I shouldn’t even ask. My woman’s always wet and ready for me.

  Pulling his fingers free, he holds them out. “You tell me.”

  Drawing them into my mouth, her sweetness matched with his desire-filled stare, damn near has me bursting my load. Done wasting anymore time, I lift Angel, impaling her on my cock while she wraps her legs around my waist. With their tongues all over my cock earlier, it barely takes two powerful pumps, and I’m spilling myself deep, spraying down her walls. I hate that it was so fast, but she won’t mind, it’ll give her time with 2 Piece.

  After stealing a sweet kiss, I set her on the bed and step to the side so 2 can finish her off. We each have our times where we get to be selfish and take. Today’s my turn. Avery and 2 will both come, but it’ll be another time that they get to be selfish and take from all of us at once.

  Sitting back on the bed, I relax and watch 2 drive his cock inside Avery and can’t stop the mushy words tumbling out. “I fucking love you both. Never been happier in my life and now with our kid on the way, so fucking satisfied.” At my confession, they both start coming, mouths slack as they moan through their orgasm, loving my admission.

  Avery smiles softly. “We love you too, Air.”

  “Good, now get dressed. I’m hungry, and we have to tell the brothers.”

  “I wanted to wait,” she confesses.

  Hearing Avery say she doesn’t wanna share the news yet pisses me off. Standing, I pull my pants on quickly.

  “The fuck, Shorty?” Mumbling, I toss my T-shirt at her so she’s not naked while I’m irritated. Her bare tits on display are too much of a distraction; I know I’ll forget to be mad.

  “It’s not that I’m keeping it from them, I just want to see a doctor first. Isn’t that the smart thing to do?”

  “You got me, babe; I don’t know how this shit works.” Shrugging, I watch as Ares starts to dress, pulling his cell free from his pants pocket. “Maybe we should ask my sister? She’d know what to do.”

  “Just hold on,” Ares murmurs.

  “What’s up?”

  “I’m calling the doc; we’re going to stop over there today.”

  Avery stands. “What? It’s too soon. You have to make an appointment first.”

  “The fuck I do.” He turns away to speak quietly into the phone. A few seconds later, he’s hanging up and pulling his shirt over his head. “Y’all get dressed. We’re heading to the clinic.”

  “Right now?” Shorty chokes, her voice becoming a pitch higher than usual.

  “Avery Marie, stop stalling and get your clothes on.”

  Ares meets my gaze. “We’ll take the truck. She isn’t riding in her condition.”

  “Bet,” I reply, agreeing.

  “Are you joking right now?” Avery exclaims. “My condition? I’m pregnant, not dying!”

  “Exactly, which means you aren’t riding on my bike while my baby’s in your belly. Now let’s go; I want a sandwich or something when this is over with.”

  Chuckling, I slide on my boots.

  Avery peels the T-shirt back off. “I need to shower first.”

  “The hell you do. Come on; I’m getting hungry too.”

  She rolls her eyes and glances at Ares. “He’s probably going to stick a wand up my who-ha. I can’t go in there like this; I’m a mess.”

  “Pretty sure the doc knows how you ended up pregnant, sweet cheeks. You going in his office thoroughly fucked means we’re doing our job.” I laugh, and Ares joins in.

  “Five minutes,” Ares warns. “We’ll be in the truck.” Grabbing our cuts, we put them on and then leave to give Avery a few minutes to collect herself before we take her in.

  Climbing in the driver seat, I turn to him. “She acts like she’s gettin’ locked up in the pen or somethin’.”

  “She needs to hurry it up so we can tell the club. I haven’t been able to let my guard down since we started dealing with the Iron Fists.”

  “The Nomads torched their club brother; you need to let it go. Besides, we blew up their other compound down south. Nothing to worry ‘bout.”

  “They threaten our Ol’ Lady and Cain’s, then Ghost brings the Cali boys down and terrorizes your sister. How the fuck can I relax? Some of those fucks got away when we blew up their shit; we don’t know for sure if we killed them all. I want our bitch safe. I want our baby safe. I want you safe. Don’t tell me to chill the fuck out until I know for certain that’ll fuckin’ happen.”

  “You act more like the Prez of this club every day.”

  “Somebody has to. With Prez losing Mona to cancer, I can’t afford to let the ship sink. Besides you and Angel, the club’s my life.”

  “I know, A; me too. I’ll be more vigilant with sweet cheeks so you can handle the club shit, ‘kay?”

  “Appreciate it.” He nods as Avery raps on the truck’s passenger windo
w, wanting in.

  We park in the back of the Women’s Clinic next to the employees’ vehicles like usual. I should’ve known my appointment excuse wasn’t going to work on Ares. The club usually pays the doctor and a nurse privately—with cash. That way they’re on call twenty-four-seven whenever someone needs something, and there isn’t any medical evidence left behind.

  One of the Nomads, Nightmare, was bitten by a freaking lion on a run. Could you imagine trying to explain that if the cops came looking into things? Just thinking of that story gives me cold chills, and it was all in the name of hunting down my friend—Nikoli’s sister. I wouldn’t even know that story if it wasn’t for my old man being the VP of the club and 2 giving the Nomads info on contacts.

  It used to drive me crazy when I first came around the club, not being told anything. I’m a naturally nosey person, so to refrain from asking questions was huge for me. Ares and 2 kept quiet in the beginning but now they fill me in on some of the club’s business. Not too much, but they say it may keep me safer if I do know some stuff, versus being left in the dark.

  “You call Sadie yet?” 2 questions.

  “Why do I need to call your sister?”

  “’Cause she has Cyle. She’ll know about all this stuff.”

  “It’s not stuff, Silas; it’s our child.”

  “I know that,” he grumbles as Ares speaks to a nurse at the employee entrance, letting them know that we’re here.

  The back door closes for a few brief second after the nurse nods to Air. The lady’s most likely questioning our doctor before doling out the welcome mat to some scary looking bikers accompanying a sick looking woman.

  Eventually, the same door is opened widely, letting us come inside out of the heat. The nurse shows us to a private room a few doors down from where Sadie had to come for her pregnancy checkups.

  It’s a little nerve-racking being here, knowing that these rooms are used not only for exams but for labor and delivery as well. The clinic’s connected to the main hospital so they can take patients in either building. It’s supposed to be convenient for midwives and doctors going back and forth when someone suddenly goes into labor or whatever.

  I’d prefer to be over in the big hospital when I shoot this kid out and surrounded by doctors with all the equipment they could possibly require. It’ll be stressful enough having 2 Piece and Ares freaking out over the process; I need to make sure there’s enough doctors to sedate them if need be.

  This could be my room when it’s time to have my own baby. I hope not. Glancing around, I’m happy to see everything is organized and sterile looking.

  The nurse sends me a small smile and closes the door on her way out. 2 immediately begins going through cabinets and drawers, stuffing random medical supplies in his pocket that we don’t have at the club. I hope the doctor doesn’t come in and see him doing it. I’d hate for them to kick us out because Silas decided to help himself to souvenirs.

  Ares takes a seat, spreading his long legs out in front of him and tucks his arms behind his head as he leans it against the wall behind him. He’s relaxed enough; he could probably take a nap while my heart beats a million miles a minute.

  “Silas!” I whisper shout.

  “Hmm?”

  “Stop it!”

  “Hmm,” he mumbles, ignoring me by stuffing something else into his back pocket.

  There’s a short rap on the door, then the heavy metal swings in, the doctor entering with a friendly smile and a twinkle in his blue eyes.

  2 keeps searching through a large cabinet, completely ignoring the doc’s presence. He’s in his little bubble, on a mission to retain needed supplies.

  Ares folds his arms across his chest and stares down the preppy looking older gentleman. Most likely not too keen on the smile the doc’s shooting me. Jealous ass.

  “Miss…” He glances at the small piece of paper that looks to be ripped out from a notebook. “Ave-ry?”

  “Yes, sir; that’s me,” I respond politely and take a seat on the cold exam table. The paper doesn’t do shit for added warmth, just crinkles loudly in the quiet room.

  “How can I help you, young lady?” His eyes run over me quickly in an assessment. It’s purely medical; he doesn’t appear the slightest bit interested. It’s more like a glance he’d give his daughter, and it makes me instantly like him.

  “I took five pregnancy tests today, and they’ve all come back positive. I’ve been sick for the past four days. Initially, I believed it was the flu, but no other symptoms appeared besides puking. Oh, and my nipples have a brownish ring around them.”

  Ares lets out a choking sound, his eyes wide at my admission. 2 continues rummaging through a drawer, but I see him pause, so I know he’s listening to everything going on.

  “Sounds like the first trimester is in full effect. Would you like a sonogram and also see if we can hear the heartbeat? There may not be much to actually see if you’re newly pregnant, but it’ll give us a good idea of when to expect the little one. Unless…Well, are you here to abort?”

  “Fuck no!” Ares growls, suddenly seeming much bigger in the small room as he sits up on the edge of the seat, ready to chop anyone into pieces who even thinks of offering me an abortion.

  “Okay then, sonogram it is,” the doctor continues unfazed.

  He must deal with a bunch of overprotective men in his line of work, or the club pays him well to ignore the gruffness.

  Surprisingly the sonogram process goes by quickly, ending with an image of our baby on a fuzzy screen.

  “So that’s him, huh?” 2 Piece gestures to the screen, while Ares stares in a trance at the tiny blip in the bubble on the monitor.

  “Yes, sir; that’s the baby right here.” The doc points, touching the screen. “Looks exactly as it should too.”

  Ares grunts, “Not it, doc. Kid’s a boy.”

  “A son?” I interrupt. “You’re so sure?”

  2 Piece nods at Ares, and then they both look at me.

  So I do what I can, which consists of throwing my hands up and declaring it a boy as well. No use in fighting them on it. If it ends up being a little girl, she’d be put in jeans and biker boots anyhow; her dads would make sure of it.

  We get some printouts of our dot and then hear the super-fast heartbeat. It’s surreal knowing there’s a tiny heart inside my stomach right now.

  After measuring the little dot and estimating a due date, the doc prescribes some prenatal vitamins and then sends me on my way. It was easy and painless—not that I expected it to hurt with the guys there.

  Hell, I never would have let them know anyhow or else we’d be burying a body right now. My old man, the Butcher, has quite the temper when it comes to someone upsetting me and wouldn’t hesitate to slice and dice them.

  The best part of all, the kind doctor never asked me who the father is. That could’ve been awkward.

  Finding out I was fourteen weeks pregnant was surprising. It must be why the tests were so damn obvious. I thought I was barely prego when clearly that’s not the case.

  And forty weeks of this?

  Good God, that’s a long time to be puking. The doctor swears it won’t be that bad, but he’s a man. What does he know? He hasn’t been upchucking for the past four days; I have.

  Ares grins. “Well, momma, looks like we’ve got some planning and building to do,” he proclaims and slaps me on the ass as we head back to 2’s truck.

  “Umm, what exactly does that mean?”

  “We gotta get a house on the compound for you and the kid first of all, and then everything else you need when you have a kid.”

  I don’t respond and just load up in the middle of the bench seat, staring at the trees and grass as 2 Piece quietly drives back to the club. The radio’s off, and it’s just weird now. My chest’s tight, like when you have anxiety, only that’s not it. It’s clamping down because I want to cry.

  Ares wants to build a house. Most women would swoon if a man told them that, but I want to ru
n away. Not because of the structure, but because he said it was for the kid and me.

  I knew it wasn’t going to go over smoothly. Does this mean he and Silas will stay together in our room we have now? Will they continue to live in the club while I’m cast out to take care of the baby?

  How could I be so damn stupid to think things were going to be okay when we were making love earlier? I thought they had both been excited about the prospect of being fathers, but now this. They don’t want to live with me any longer?

  He was completely against getting rid of the child earlier. Yet, he doesn’t want to be around us either? Does 2 feel this way also? I’m sure he does. Damn it.

  I’m supposed to be the free bird. Me.

  Am I selfish enough to leave them with the baby and just disappear? No. Should I leave them and keep the baby? No. I don’t think I can live without them in my life.

  “You’re quiet, Shorty,” 2 mumbles when we get back to the compound, and I climb out of his truck. It has to be odd, considering I tend to be a bit of a chatterbox with them.

  “Yep,” I reply. I wanted to respond with ‘no shit, Sherlock,’ but I can’t be ugly with him. He didn’t come up with the plan to kick me out of our room; Ares did.

  I’m taking the dog with me. If I’m being banned, then Lily will be coming with me. She’s more of mine than theirs. 2 gave her to me as a promise of his commitment. I don’t care how much she loves Ares; my baby will need her love more than he does.

  My baby. Fuck my life; what have I gotten myself into?

  “You want something to eat, Angel?” Ares asks once we get inside.

  “No thanks; I think I’ll take a nap.”

  “All right, babe.” He grins, his eyes happy. He kisses me chastely on the forehead and veers off to the kitchen.

  “You need anything, Shorty?” 2 turns to me.

  “I’m okay. Go eat with Air; I know you’re hungry too.”

  He nods, softly brushing his lips against mine, and then I’m left alone in the hallway outside our bedroom door.

  The thoughts to flee bombard my mind, whispering to leave and show them exactly how it is if they toss me to the side. How dare they knock me up and then think it’s okay to put me away in a house not to be bothered with, assuming I’ll just sit quietly and be a good little woman. Yeah, fucking right. If anything, being around the two of them has made me even more headstrong and stubborn.