“Logan,” I pant. A brief visual of me yanking his penis off for doing this to me flits through my mind. Heck, I just might pluck off Gage’s fifth appendage, too, for the fun of it.
Chloe scoffs. “Don’t listen to her, Gage. Logan is about as useless as you are. Tell Dudley to meet us in his bedroom.” She comes in close with an eerie grin. “I can’t wait to see how many kids you pump out of your vagina this time. I’m here for you, Skyla. I won’t leave you for a single minute. I’m sticking by your side just the way you did mine.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Another one hits and I squeeze my eyes shut. The pain is nuclear. It’s almost sublime the way it sears through me like light through a prism and hits every facet of my being, even the ones I hardly knew existed.
Before I know it, Chloe has me inside the house and up the stairs. Another contraction hits, and we pause for a moment as the deafening sound of that player piano shrills through my bones. God, I want to shoot everyone near that menace tonight.
“All right, Messenger.” Chloe pulls me along. “I’m getting you to bed if I have to drag you like a rotting carcass.”
This is usually the part where I’d shoot off some smart-aleck quip about her being the rotting carcass sooner than she thinks, but at the moment she’s my only hope to get me to where I need to be. If left to my own devices, I’d have this baby right on the stairs. With my luck, it would glide down the steps and I’d have to pull it back by the umbilical cord.
The door to Marshall’s bedroom opens, and there he is on the other side, looking dapper, glowing that effervescent ethereal glow.
“Touch me,” I pant as he helps pull me in and Chloe shuts the door behind her, entombing us inside to the pleasant scent of something fruity, strawberries maybe, and the relaxing sound of silence.
His hands ride up and down my body as he takes me in before he cups me by the cheeks and lands a luscious kiss to my mouth. But those feel-good vibes are nowhere to be found once again. Dammit.
“The time has come, Ms. Messenger.”
I give a quick glance around. The lights are dim, and candles line every free surface, flickering with the patina of romance. The covers are turned down on that enormous four-poster bed of his. Each post has the girth of a tree trunk.
“Come now.” Marshall lifts my hands. “Chloe, get her shoes.” Chloe does as she’s told, and I carefully lift one foot then the other while he pulls my dress off in one fell swoop. As soon as the cool air hits my flesh, I feel much better.
Chloe steps back and groans at the sight of me. “Crap, Messenger. Where did you find those parachute granny panties? And that bra? Ugh. It’s yellowing around the nipples. Poor Logan. He had no idea what he was signing up for. You do realize they make maternity thongs.”
“Please,” I say as Marshall hitches his thumbs into the lip of my panties, and they drop to the floor in submission. “Oh my God, what are you doing?”
Chloe zips behind me and has my bra unhooked and on the floor before I can stop her.
Marshall drinks me in, head to toe, then back again and his lids lower just enough as if what he sees has the power to seduce him. More like send him straight back to paradise—and perhaps with the volition to stay there for good.
“You are exquisite,” he growls it out like a sexual threat.
“All right, fine. I just want this baby out of my body. Get Ezrina, Chloe. Tell her I want drugs, strong ones, before the next big one hits. Marshall, I want this baby out of me now.”
“Very well.” His fingers clamp down over my nipples. He gives them a hard pinch and a twist, and my entire body bucks with something caught between pleasure and pain. I let out a hard cry of ecstasy and shudder to a quivering completion right there with Marshall’s hands still attached to my boobs. A warm trickle of liquid runs down my thigh, and I try my best to look down.
“Oh, gross.” Chloe gags. “I bet Logan thinks you’re so adorable. I bet you’ve pissed in his mouth before.”
I turn to face her as her lips curl with a smile. “I’d wipe that smirk off your face. I’ve pissed in your husband’s mouth before, too.” It’s true. If I have to bend over, sneeze, or get a little too excited, my bladder lets loose and joins the party. “Marshall, get me to bed.”
The two of them help walk me over, and Marshall supernaturally hoists me up on his four-foot-tall wonder.
“Don’t worry, Messenger.” Chloe pulls my feet apart before massaging my left foot softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Oh, yes, you are. I gave you strict instructions to go find Ezrina.”
Marshall takes up my hand. “I’ve already sent her the news. Relax, my love, and let nature take its course.”
“Dudley”—Chloe motions him closer—“why don’t you kiss her pink parts?” She leans in and squints between my legs. “They’re already quivering for you.”
“Chloe.” I try to kick her off me, but she’s clamped down. “Would you stop. And for God’s sake, don’t look at my pink parts. They’re off-limits to the both of you.”
“What?” She scoffs. “You’re the one who says you wanted to drop this kid. And if Logan isn’t here to suck your nipples, then either Dudley or I will have to take one for the team.”
“So help me God, Chloe, if you start sucking on my nipples, I will shove your head up your own ass and watch you give birth to yourself.”
A contraction hits as subtle as a jackhammer trying to drill its way out of my body, and my neck arches back as Marshall hops onto the bed, his mouth doling out sweet gentle kisses up and down my right shoulder. I close my eyes and feel the intense burn from my midsection until it slowly begins to subside. Chloe starts massaging my foot again as Marshall’s kisses become lingering and hot.
