Coming up and down the stairs had become a strenuous task, but I conquered it. The first two steps, at least, before Slasher blurred up and carried me down.
“What are you doing?” he scolded.
“Climbing down some stairs. Like normal people do. Even pregnant ones.”
“They don’t have my baby growing in their bellies.”
“How the fuck do you know it’s yours? These are my twins,” Mad Dog protested, hanging some more lights along the windows.
Terror jumped up to the ceiling, a star in his hand, and put it on top of the tree. Then he came down to the floor with astounding balance. “No fucking way. They are my twins.”
Dazzled, I laughed. I hadn’t seen what any of the boys could do for fun with their abilities. Terror’s feat was a nice perk for a start.
The brothers got into one of their fights as Slasher put us on the couch with me on his lap. He touched my belly, sending a sweet shiver through my core. “This would better be mine or you’ll have to get pregnant again as soon as you pop it.”
I snorted. “Nope. This is a one in a lifetime experience. I can assure you, it is not pleasant.”
“I’m going to have one of my own, and you’re going to be the mother. This is not a negotiation.”
Before I could object, he took my lips in his in a kiss that left me begging for more. His eyes dipped to my breasts. His erection poked me hard. He helped himself to a few squeezes of my breasts and swore. “I gotta keep you pregnant all the time. These tits are fucking incredible.”
“Oh yeah,” Carter said, and Luke hummed.
“Fuckers, don’t hit on my old lady,” Slasher growled.
“Our old lady, Prez,” Luke dared.
Slasher threw something at him. The TV remote? Nope. It was a dagger that Luke dodged. It rested in the dartboard behind the reinwolf.
“Are you nuts?” I snapped.
“I’m gonna put a fucking ring on your finger.”
My eyes widened so much they hurt. “You are nuts.”
“What?” Carter dropped the lights. “Fuck. Why haven’t I thought of that?” He ran to me. “I’d marry you, too, you know? Just didn’t think it was on the table.”
Luke was at my feet in a split-second, pushing his brother aside. “Marry me.”
Inferno rushed in through the front door. “Not because you claimed that pussy or she might be carrying your baby monster it means she has to marry any of you.”
“Thank you, Inferno,” I said.
“No one marries Miss Legend but me,” he blurted.
“Oh fuck this madness.” I glared at Slasher. “Put me on the couch.”
“No,” he uttered.
I pushed myself up, bracing my palms against his chest, and barely got a few inches away. The maneuver to slide off his legs had him laughing. “Fuck you! Put me on the damn couch.”
Carter reached a hand, but Slasher shot him a terrifying glare. Carter retracted his arm in a heartbeat.
“You see what’s happening here? My men are disobeying me for you,” Slasher said.
“Sorry, Prez. She’s struggling,” Carter said.
Slasher silenced him with another glare. “That’s what happens when an old lady is shared. Men forget their places.”
