Page 64 of Property of the Bikers

Whether tonight is a thing that happens or a thing I imagine happening because I’ve been inside this compound for a month with three men who have claimed me publicly and privately and in every register available to them, and my body, which has opinions of its own that I’ve been mostly overruling, has stopped accepting the overrule.

I’m still thinking about it when I hear the footsteps. Two sets in the hallway, not one.

They stand outside my door, and the silence that follows is the particular silence of people standing on one side of a decision.

The knock comes.

Then a second one, with a different rhythm.

I know both of those knocks.

I get up slowly, cross to the door, and open it.

Cade is in the hallway with his hands loose at his sides and his eyes on me, and Jax is just behind him, leaning against the wall with the green eyes that are not pretending to be easy right now and haven’t been all day.

Neither of them speaks.

I step back and let them in.

Jax closes the door, and the sound of the lock clicking feels loud in the quiet room.

I stand near the bed and look at both of them. Cade’s presence fills the space with steady weight. Jax leans against the wall for half a second, then pushes off it and steps closer. Neither of them rushes.

Cade speaks first. “This okay? Both of us.”

I feel the weight of the question. My pulse beats hard in my throat. I’ve spent the whole day thinking about exactly this. I nod once.

“Yes,” I say. “It’s okay.”

Cade closes the distance first. He cups my face with one large hand and kisses me deep and slow, the way he always does when he wants me to feel anchored. His tongue slides against mine with calm possession.

While he kisses me, Jax moves in behind me. I feel the heat of his body against my back before his hands settle on my hips. He presses a kiss to the side of my neck, then another lower, just below my ear.

They work together without needing words. Cade keeps my mouth occupied while Jax trails his lips down the back of my neck. Four hands move over me at once. Cade’s are firm and deliberate. Jax’s are warmer, a little rougher at the edges. Both of them stay mindful of the heavy curve of my belly.

Cade breaks the kiss long enough to pull my shirt upward. Jax helps from behind, lifting it the rest of the way. They toss it aside. My bra comes off next. Cade unhooks it from the front while Jax slides the straps down my arms.

My breasts spill out, full and heavy. They feel tighter than usual tonight, sensitive from the constant changes in my body.

Both men pause to look at me.

“Fuck,” Jax breathes. “Look at you.”

Cade makes a low sound of approval in his chest.

They guide me backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed. I sit down on the edge. Cade kneels on my right side. Jax kneels on my left. The coordination feels seamless, like they’ve already decided how this will go.

Cade cups my right breast first. He lifts its weight in his palm, testing the fullness, then leans in and closes his mouth around my nipple.

I gasp at the sudden rush of sensation. Pregnancy has made my breasts so much more sensitive. Every pull of his mouth sends heat straight between my legs.

At the same time, Jax takes my left breast. He starts gentler, licking slow circles around the nipple before he sucks it deep into his mouth. His groan vibrates against my skin. He’s hungrier, more vocal. He switches between licking broad stripes across the swollen curve and sucking hard enough to make my back arch.

They work in sync. When Cade sucks deeper and firmer, Jax matches the rhythm on the other side. When Jax uses his teeth in a gentle scrape, Cade soothes the same breast with slow, wet strokes of his tongue.

Four hands support me. One of Cade’s hands stays spread across the side of my belly, protective and possessive. Jax keeps one hand on my lower back, steadying me so I don’t have to hold my own weight.

My nipples grow tighter and darker under their combined attention. Jax pulls back for a moment, breathing against my wet skin. “These got so fucking heavy. So full for us.” Then he latches on again, sucking harder, almost greedily.