Chapter 24: M.I.L.F.

Mikkel:

Leaning against the quartz waterfall island of the penthouse as Onyx and the girls giggled loudly from the living room floor, playing peek-a-boo. Laughing lightly, watching Onyx sway her hips in the air with her black sweatpants and black V-neck shirt hugging perfectly along her curves.

The merger turned out to be Mam and Pap’s idea for retirement, or a safe place to get away from the stress of overseeing the largest international multi-platformed enterprise with the only “anonymous” Board of Directors in the industry.

People wanted to know the brains behind the scene, but only found “Blackfang Enterprises” as the returned sender, or “anonymous” sitting Directors.

“Morning.” Birgir walked in sweaty, and bright eyed as he grabbed a protein shake from the refrigerator as he leaned against the island with the same “star gazed” glint in his eye.

“Morning.” I smirked darkly, sipping on my fresh mug of coffee with a quick nod.

Silently drinking in the scene of our mate and daughters playing on the living room floor.

“God Help Me! Look at that ass.” Davyn walked in with a bright smile, clipping his phone back on his belt with wiggling brows as Birgir handed him a protein shake.

“Fifteen hour flight and she was up before any of us.” I laughed softly as Birgir and Davyn wiped the drool from their chins.

“Says the “Night Stalker”.” Davyn nudged my side with an evil smirk.

“Hah. We each took turns “stalking” the girls last night.” Birgir grinned like the Cheshire Cat, wiping the beading sweat from his face.

Laughing softly among ourselves as a stuffed bear banked off Davyn’s face with a soft grunt as we turned to Onyx signing with a stern face.

“Hungry.” She signed as she pointed to the girls with scrunched up faces, fussing angrily as we stood in the kitchen daydreaming.

That was our cue as we rushed around the island, swooping in our knees as the girls giggled in anger as we scooped them up into our chests.

Onyx was a strict woman when it came to the girls and their needs, making sure their bottles were exactly right before disappearing into the bedroom for a shower.

“I still can’t believe these “gems” belong to us.” Davyn hummed happily as he watched Ailana eat hungrily with her eyes closed in a milk induced haze.

Keilani hiccupped softly as she ate quietly in my arm with a goofy grin laced across her lips.

It really sucked that we missed the whole pregnancy and births, but Jun reassured us the whole time she was safe, and calm. If it weren’t for our Fox guides reassuring us every second, we would have been searching every inch of the world for her, leaving no rock unturned.

“They’re safe now.” I silently chanted with a heavy sigh.

Laughing lightly as Heilani spit-up down Birgir’s chest with a loud guttural burp as the Marines’ Hymn started playing from Davyn’s phone with an eye roll. He quickly shifted Keilani to his side as he unclipped his phone, pressing the speaker button as he sat the “Fucking Annoyance” on the coffee table.

“Hello.” Davyn spoke already knowing it was Quantico calling for our Private Securities Briefing.

“Gunnery Sergeant Silverfang.” Quinn spoke flatly like a robot as he rustled with papers on the other end.

“Major Quinn.” Davyn responded firmly with a strong prideful respect in his tone.

“Cut the formalities. I have some “files” that need addressed immediately.” Quinn hissed darkly from the receiver as we laughed darkly, rolling our eyes.

“Wait, who’s all there?” Quinn’s tone sharpened, knowing he was on speaker phone.

“Who else, Major?” Birgir rolled his eyes with a tilted smirk as he finished cleaning Heilani up from her “Exorcist” moment.

“Oh, so the “Gunnery Brothers” are together.” Quinn laughed darkly as we all shared the same perked brow.

That “Fucking” nickname stuck after the corps found out we had advanced to Gunnery Sergeant at the same damn time, different locations.

“And our “daughters”.” I added with a large smile as Keilani nuzzled into the crook of my arm.

God! She was perfect like her mother.

“Daughters? Since when?” Quinn chirped happily with a weird tone.

“Oh, three days and sixteen hours.” I laughed back in mockery as I counted the hours and days we walked into that conference room at Apia Resort.

“Onyx is back. You found her?” Quinn asked with a curious tone.

“Yes!” We responded firmly as the girls flinched in our arms at our sharp tones, quickly soothing out their twisted faces.

“Who all knows?” Quinn replied with a serious tone, knowing very well that he was referring to Byron and Lea as a Shadow Walker himself.

“At the moment, “us”.” Birgir spoke firmly as he scrunched his nose as he lifted Ailana up like she was a ticking time-bomb.

Laughing darkly as he shifted to the floor, wrestling a squirming bundle of giggles.

“Quinn, no disrespect, but it’s been a year and we missed out on a lot with our mate, and now our daughters. So, keeping it quiet for another day won’t hurt.” I laughed darkly as Heilani and Keilani decided to join Ailana in the “bomb zone” with a raunchy squish, followed by the vulgar stink.

“Hah. Tell that to your folks, Mam and Pap, and especially Byron and Lea.” Quinn chuckled darkly as his phone clicked against something metallic.

Wrangling the stinky, fowl colored explosion that painted the girls backsides with grunts and soft gags, tossing the “Hazardous Waste” bombs into the trash as we settled against the sofa front.

“Quinn, do us a favor and drop the files at the penthouse. Not one word.” Davyn laughed with a goofy face as Keilani gripped his shirt in her little fingers.

“Man! I hate Pittsburgh.” Quinn whined softly as we laughed at his distaste for the Steel City, where out East Coast Office resided for easier handling on the east coast.

“Suck it up, Major. We are enjoying our weekend with our “girls”.” I laughed, tapping the phone screen to disconnect the call.

“I’m your superior, and this is how you…” call ended with a large smile as the bedroom door clicked open with soft thuds of bare feet against the hardwood flooring.

Onyx wore a simple black t-shirt and jeans that hugged her curvy thighs with a mouthwatering view of her luscious ass as she bent down, picking up the blanket and toys from earlier.

“Is it me or is she …curvier?.” We growled playfully in unison as our eyes followed her movements.

Her hips swayed gently as she tucked the toys away in the basket, turning on the ball of her foot folding the blanket with a fluid motion of her arms, curling her fingers delicately along the crease. Lifting her left leg as her toes pointed softly leaning forward, draping the folded blanket over the chair back.

“Total “MILF”.” We growled lowly as our eyes drifted down to the girls, sleeping peacefully in our arms with their cute little button noses and dusty pink cheeks.

“And she’s all ours.” I laughed darkly, standing slowly to not spook Keilani as Birgir and Davyn followed swiftly, slipping into the guest room converted to a nursery while we were away.

“Remind me to “Kiss” Erin and his wife for doing this on such short notice.” Birgir smiled softly as our eyes took in every inch of the nursery decorated in soft purples, blues, and pinks with dragons, wolfs, unicorns, you name it, and it was presented in a cute display of a whimsical fantasyland.

Laying the girls down in their white, sleigh styled crib as we slipped quietly out the door with a quick fist bump as the door clicked closed.

Bacon sizzled gently through the air as the fragrant scent of fresh coffee and maple filled our nostrils in a delightful purr. Onyx danced around the kitchen with her hair pulled up in a messy bun, flipping and stirring different pans as the Deftones played softly from the stereo.

Birgir and Davyn slid into the bar stools as I snuck up behind her, sliding my hands along her curvy hips, feeling the slight jolt in her body as she looked over her shoulder with those sultry eyes.

“Need help?” I whispered into her ear, trailing my nose along her ear lobe.

She nodded “no” bumping her ass back into my groin playfully as she flipped the bacon with a bright smile. Glancing over my shoulder as my brothers stood slowly, stalking around the island with a lustful glint in their eyes.

Onyx perked her brow, wiping the bacon grease on the dish towel draped over her shoulder as she ducked around my side, grabbing a plate with paper towels.

Birgir grabbed the plate from her hand with a protesting grunt as Davyn swiped the towel from her shoulder with a loud snapping crack, giving me the opening to scoop her up into my chest.

“Put me down!” Her hands snapped quickly as she squirmed against my hold, rubbing her mouthwatering curves along my body as she tucked her legs over my calves to support her attempt at escaping.

Spinning her around, pushing her pelvis into the island edge as her hands slapped firmly along the crisp white quartz, groaning as my hips pushed harder into her backside.

“I’m hungry.” I growled lowly against her neck as her body shuttered under the heat of my breath, sending her body into a frenzy of fluttering moans.

She giggled against my chest as her hands snaked up into my locks, tugging me forward over her shoulder as her soft, sweet lips captured mine in a heated embrace. Her tongue swept along my bottom lip, opening to allow her entrance as her slender fingers massaged and teased along my scalp.

“I think she’s “hungry”.” Birgir and Davyn laughed darkly as they finished placing the bacon and sausage on the towel covered plate, checking the breakfast casserole simmering nicely in the oven.

Her lips pulled away as her hands slid down my sides, causing an eruption of shivers to overtake my thoughts. Her legs dropped to the floor with a forceful push of her hips, allowing her enough space to slip down and under my legs with a playful smack to my ass.

“Save it for our date.” She signed with a bright smile as she ducked down the hallway into the nursery.

“Cockblocked by our own mate.” Davyn laughed darkly as he bit into a piece of bacon.

Grunting as I readjusted my bulge aching for her touch.

“Right.” I drew out the word as Birgir patted my shoulder with a dark smirk.

“She’s testing us and our level of restraint.” Birgir wiggled his brows as they both readjusted themselves with low growls.