Never have Darius, Ramses, or Kai tried to talk me out of feeling the way I do. They listen, they offer their own views on it, they growl at the mention of his name, they try to fuck my hurt away, they dry my tears as they fall but they never tell me not to feel the way I do.
But they feel my suffering which is what Kai is alluding to.
I look out the window. “I’m so desperate to introduce my Scorned Girls to you. And before you start telling me I can, I already know that. But it’s not happening until I know we’ve got a fighting chance at having the Triplet Law abolished.”
“That may never happen,” Ramses says, his fingers interlacing with mine. We may have argued about all this too. He’s worried I’m being overly optimistic because some laws take years to change.
I’m counting on the whole fucking world getting behind my father’s research. I think it’s deserved, actually. After everything our family has given and sacrificed, I’m hoping they trust us again long enough to hear that triplets are no threat to anyone.
“It is happening,” I insist.
Darius leans forward, cupping my face and turning it away from the window so I have no choice but to look at him. “Spill, little moon, it’s more than that.”
I bite my lip, searching for the right words before they blurt out of me. “When Tris, Sim, and Raney find out, I don’t know if they’re ever going to talk to me again. And now Raney’s pregnant…”
“I’ll break it down nice and simple for you, little moon, those girls fucking adore you. They’ll be pissed off, and then they’ll get over it because you haven’t lied to be malicious. Like everything you do, it is done to protect the people you love. Now, get your party face on, you’re going to that party and you’re going to watch us do what we do. You can gasp and scream at all the right spots, but you better be fucking proud of the work we do. Everything we do is about making this world a safer place for you to be you.” Darius talks slowly, not rushing through what he’s saying, his eyes locked on my face are full of sincerity before they sparkle with mischief. “Now I also think you’re clucky as fuck because Raney’s having a baby.”
I shake my head. “Nah.”
“Bullshit, little moon, I’ve licked the excitement from your pussy after you’ve been looking at the online baby stores.”
“You’re great at oral that’s all. I’d never say no to your tongue,” I tease him, dragging him over for a big kiss with lots of tongue.
“That a fact?” He growls, burying his hands in my panties.
“Dare, we don’t have time.” I whimper when he starts slowly finger fucking me as his brothers both spread my legs wider.
“Everything waits for you.” He drops to his knees, his eyes falling to my panties. “Look how wet you are.”
Ramses pushes my leg out of the way before he too climbs on to his knees. Kai reclines backwards pulling me back with him, keeping my legs wide by hooking them over his. Kai tugs my shirt out of the top of my skirt.
“Do not pop the buttons,” I groan, rocking on Darius’s hand, making the three of them chuckle.
Ramses and Kai work together to undo the small dainty buttons on my green shirt before they swear under their breath at the bra I chose. The lingerie should be outlawed and definitely not called a bra. It’s straps at best, with a thin strip of see-through material barely covering my nipples.
“You are buying a lot more of these” Kai pushes the strip out of the way before his hand envelops my tit, squeezing it hard. “Rohi, you are a sight.”
Ram peels the top of my panties down enough to expose my clit, but he doesn’t take them off, nor does Dare stop fingering me. Ramses’ tongue flickers like a vibrator on slow, and since it is getting close to my heat, a rush of pleasure shoots through me. Or it’s just the fact they’re talented at ruining me. Or I’m remembering how we spent the morning, my pussy and ass still full of their claims, my throat still a little sore. Either way, I’m a wiggling mess as they give me another sweet send off.
* * *
I spend the entire flight to Raney’s wrapped in a blanket that smells like sugared oranges, curled around my kittens. All the work I was planning to do stays in my briefcase, but I was full of a floaty orgasm high that only a nap would cure.
Ronnie and I finish off a grocery order that he’ll have one of the team deliver to The Great House, before I quiz him on ideas for Allan’s birthday which is coming up. We don’t get very far because Allan is nearly impossible to buy for, but we also arrive at Raney’s pack house.
“How fucking ugly is this place? Compared to Verdune Estate, I mean,” Ronnie says abruptly, his eyes sweeping up and down the four-storey building.
“Don’t talk like that around Koz.” I laugh.
“I hope he doesn’t ask me what I think then,” Ronnie says, his distaste still obvious.
“It’s got a pretty rooftop,” I offer as the both of us climb out of the truck.
I’m a complete convert for trucks now. All Verdune town cars have been replaced. While a fleet of custom Escalades are being prepared, I bought the ones Koz lent me off him. Making a quick dash to the second vehicle we use; I double check the kittens and give the team looking after them instructions they don’t need and also grab the gift bags full of presents for Raney.
My phone rings, and Kai’s name flashes on the screen. But it’s not Kai, it’s Ramses, the small icon of a king’s crown after Kai’s name, the only tell-tale. Small cues no one but us would notice.
“Hey, we just arrived,” I answer, burying the phone into the crook of my shoulder before Ronnie rolls his eyes and holds his hands out for me to give him Raney’s presents. “Hang on, Ram. Ronnie, I can carry it.”
