“What’s wrong?” Ain asked without hesitation.
“I just wanted to touch base with you guys. Elain’s really under a lot of stress right now.”
Cail jammed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “That’s an understatement.”
“Not just the Seer stuff, or with Callie’s situation. I mean about the baby business.”
“I don’t think that’s going to be an issue,” Ain quietly said. “Not right now.”
“What do you mean?” Brodey asked.
“The other night she started taking her pill again.”
They stared at Ain for a moment. “How do you know that?” Cail finally asked.
He shrugged. “I looked at the package. I was getting something else out of the medicine cabinet and saw it. It was a brand-new pack last week, and now she’s using it again.”
“Oh,” Brodey and Cail softly said.
They all fell quiet for a moment.
“Well,” Brodey said, “that’s okay. It’s probably for the best. One less worry off her plate.” He felt disappointed, but confirmation that she’d once again taken matters into her own hands without talking to them about it first stung a little.
“I warned you both, I’m not going to edict her to get pregnant,” Ain said. “I also won’t edict her to stay on the pill.”
“Calm down, dude.” Brodey sat in the chair next to Cail’s desk. “That’s not what I want, either.”
Cail nodded his assent.
Brodey looked at his brothers. “Do we just admit we know? Tell her it’s okay?”
Cail finally spoke up. “I think regardless of what we tell her, she’s still going to feel bad about it to a certain extent. She knows we’d like to have kids. I think she honestly does want to have kids, too. At some point. Right now she feels conflicted. Rightfully so. Whether she waits or goes ahead, either way, she’s going to beat herself up about it.”
“I think you’re right.” Brodey laced his fingers behind his head and stretched out in the chair. “She’s still overwhelmed. By us, by the Seer stuff, by Liam returning, everything. I’m surprised she hasn’t bitten our heads off.”
Ain slowly paced the office. “What’d she say to you the other morning during your ride?” he asked Cail.
“Nothing more than I’ve already told you two.”
“I know I don’t have any special psychic abilities that I’m aware of,” Brodey said, “but I’ve got a nasty feeling at the base of my spine that won’t go away.”
His brothers looked at him.
“You know what I’m talking about. That little warning that something’s not right, and it’s going to get more not right until it’s dealt with.”
“About her?” Ain asked.
“I don’t think so.”
“The cockatrice?” Cail asked.
“Maybe. I don’t know. That’s the problem.”
Silence enveloped them for a moment as they mulled things over. “I trust your instincts,” Ain said. “You know for all the shit I give you about stuff, I trust you. You’ve saved our asses more than once because of that instinct.”
“I think waiting on a baby might be best after all,” Cail quietly said.
Brodey and Ain both focused on him. “I know how much you want kids,” Brodey said. “Maybe even more than we do. It’s all right to be honest about it.”
“I am being honest.” Cail’s voice took on an angry tone. “And I’m fucking sick and tired of the feeling that our lives are being jerked around by Baba Yaga or something even bigger than us. All these fucking years we looked for our One. Now we have her and we still can’t catch a fucking break no matter how hard we try.”
“And we haven’t found Marston,” Brodey gently added.
“Damn right!” Cail stood and angrily paced the office. “That fucker killed Mom and Dad. We know that for a fact now.”
“We know it because Lina saw it,” Ain said.
“She didn’t see the accident,” Brodey corrected. He looked from Ain to Cail. “Unless she said she did and told you?”
“No, but it’s a good assumption based on what she saw,” Ain said.
“And that’s as good as proof,” Cail countered. “You know it as well as I do. Maybe her powers were hit and miss in the beginning, but her visions are always dead on. She saved Brodey’s life out in Yellowstone. Hell, she saw us getting together with Elain. I trust her a hell of a lot more than I trust the damn newspaper, if you want the truth.” He ran his hands through his hair. “I want that fucker dead. For good. And I’ve got news for you. If I happen to run across him, or Abernathy, don’t you dare fucking edict me to back off, because I want their throats.”
Ain slowly nodded. “Okay. I’ll give you that. As long as you promise both of us that you won’t put yourself in danger to do it. That wouldn’t be fair to us or Elain.”
Brodey watched as his younger brother pulled up short, as if surprised by Ain’s request. “What are you talking about?”
“Losing you. Us, or her. You’re our brother. We’ve been a team our whole lives.” His lips curved in a smirk. “Life’s no fun without you here to pick on.” His smirk faded. “And look at what happened to Maureen when she lost Liam, and he wasn’t even dead. What might happen to Elain to lose you, or any of us?”
Cail studied his feet for a moment. “Oh.”
Brodey stood and walked over to his brothers, putting a hand out. “Being selfish and trying to stay safe to keep her safe. Yeah, I’m good with that.”
Ain reached over and gripped Brodey’s hand. Cail followed suit.
“Now it’s our first Christmas Eve we don’t have to spend as bachelors,” Brodey said. “Let’s go find our girl and boink her everlovin’ brains out.”
It was all she wanted in this moment. Nothing else mattered but these men, the love they felt for her, the love she felt for them. The desire and passion and everything rolled into one meltingly sexy blur she never wanted to end.
Making love with them always felt like this. Like the most perfect thing in the world, whether it was just one or two of them, or all three like right now.
Brodey easily slid two fingers into her dripping cunt, finger-fucking her as he continued licking and sucking on her clit. Knowing Ain wouldn’t let her hit the floor, she gave in to her orgasm, her entire body tensing as pleasure rolled through her from her head to the tip of her curling toes.
Then Brodey stood. “I can’t wait.” Cail moved aside as Brodey nudged her feet apart. She felt him rubbing the head of his engorged cock between the swollen lips of her pussy before he thrust his hips and was inside her.
He grabbed her hips as Ain lifted his head from hers. “That’s the first one, baby,” Ain rumbled in her ear, nipping at the lobe while she reached her other hand over to hang on to Brodey’s shoulder. Along the seam of her ass, she felt his engorged cock rubbing, waiting, eager to be buried inside her next.
Brodey leaned in and kissed her. She tasted her own juices on his lips. Every stroke in this position perfectly hit her sensitive clit and she suspected he might make her come again if he kept it up long enough.
He sensed it and slowed down, jabbing hard at the bottom of every stroke and making her gasp. “That’s it,” he said. “You want to come again for me, don’t you?”
Hell, yeah, she did. She nodded.
“Want us to play dirty, baby?” Ain whispered in her ear.
Another shiver raced through her. “Uh-huh.”
He chuckled. Hell, the sound of that alone could nearly make her come. Ain had a slightly different plan. “Elain, come now,” he edicted, just before he bit down on her shoulder, hard.
It felt like a nuclear explosion went off in her clit. Her back arched and she didn’t even have time to be grateful that Ain was holding her up when Cail turned her face to his and kissed her to swallow her screams.
“Oh, baby!” Brodey’s fingers dug deeper into her hips. Ain didn’t let up, his teeth completing a pleasure-pain circuit straight to her clit as her cunt clamped down on Brodey’s cock. She felt his cock pulse inside her as he buried it deep inside her and fell still.
Still, her orgasm didn’t stop. It echoed and rebounded, every movement keeping it going. When Brodey withdrew and Cail took his place without relinquishing his kiss with her, she let out another cry and shifted her grip from Brodey’s to Cail’s shoulder. Ain never released his bite on her shoulder, white heat now coursing through her veins.
She didn’t know if she could take it, but she’d surely try.
Brodey reached between them and grabbed her chin, immediately replacing Cail’s mouth with his as he turned her face to him. Then he slipped his hands between them and found her nipples. He rolled them between his fingers, making her sob as another wave of pleasure swept through her.
“That’s it,” Cail said, sounding hoarse. “Just like that. Keep coming for us just like that.”
She was aware of Ain letting out a low growl against her shoulder, his tongue licking at her flesh even as he kept his teeth buried in her. He was now completely holding her vertical, her legs no longer able to support her. She also knew until he quit biting her, reinforcing their mating mark on her, she wouldn’t stop coming.
Eyes squeezed closed, she savored every thrust, her cunt muscles clamping down on Cail’s cock the way she had with Brodey’s, squeezing and gripping him, trying to milk his balls dry.
“Just…like…that.” He took one more hard, deep stroke before also falling still inside her.
That left only Ain, whose cock felt like a hot rod of iron pressed against her ass. She wasn’t sure she could take any more pleasure, but it wasn’t like she had a choice. She didn’t know if it was one long, hard orgasm being squeezed out of her body or waves of them, but it didn’t matter.
It had taken away her ability to think, much less move.