Chapter 52 What She Wants Is Us
POV Ethan:
“Stop, I’m sensitive,” she begged, pushing Damian’s head away and covering her nipples so I wouldn’t go back to sucking them. “I need four minutes,” she asked, closing her eyes and going still.
“Noah, your turn. Try not to be as rough as Liam,” Damian said, looking at me, and I understood—he didn’t want to overwhelm her, which was why he hadn’t fucked her. I looked at Scarlett, and it was obvious she was exhausted. Noah approached, and I think he noticed in her expression that she needed a break.
“I came while I was masturbating,” he lied. His hard cock said otherwise. When he noticed my look, he ran to grab his underwear and put it on. “Let’s help her pull herself together.”
For Noah to refuse a fuck was proof that he cared too much about Scarlett, and judging by the look on his face, the worry was obvious. I looked again at the woman who was messing with my head and my brothers’, and she was lightly snoring.
“Did she fall asleep?” I asked, incredulous.
“Yes,” Damian replied. “Grab her clothes. I’ll take her down in the private elevator to the garage.”
Damian dressed quickly, grabbing the top half of his suit to cover her. He smoothed his hand over her belly, and a smile spread across his lips—I knew the baby had moved. They were subtle movements, hard to feel most of the time, but whenever we did, we turned into fools.
“This won’t happen again,” Damian said seriously, lifting her into his arms. “Until the baby is born, we won’t all be together. It’s too much for her.” We nodded in agreement. He was right—she was pregnant, and from now on we couldn’t overdo it. “See you at home.” Damian walked past me, and I gave a kiss to the lips of a sleeping Scarlett, and a kiss to her belly where she carried our baby. Noah and Liam did the same.
Watching the affection and care my brothers had for Scarlett and the baby made me wonder if, once the child is born, my brothers will be able to see themselves only as uncles and not as the child’s fathers. Especially if we keep being involved with their mother the way we are now. I can’t see them only as uncles, and honestly, I’m fine with that.
But… does Scarlett think the same way I do?
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POV Damian:
I admire Scarlett sleeping on the seat of my car—exhausted, for sure—and I can no longer deny that I’m in love with her. I didn’t want to see what had been right in front of my eyes since she came into my life, but now I see it. I’m in love with the woman who drives me insane every single day. When Noah brought up the idea of sharing her, I wanted to punch him in the face, but after today I realized she likes them—she really likes them.
I accepted Noah and Ethan’s madness just to see whether wanting her only for myself was nothing but an illusion in my head, and today I confirmed that it was. Scarlett doesn’t want only me—she wants us. The possessive part of me wanted to drag her out of that room before my brothers even touched her, but seeing that indecent spark in her eyes…I knew she wanted to be there. And there was nothing I could do anymore. Either I tried things their way, or I would lose her—because I alone wouldn’t be enough.
A quiet snore escaped her lips, and I smiled at her audacity for thinking she could handle four cocks starving to fuck her. I still haven’t had the pleasure of sinking into her delicious pussy, but I’ve already tasted her, and I’ve enjoyed the wonders her mouth and tongue are capable of. Watching my brother fuck her made me feel several different things, but none of them was jealousy like I thought it would be. What the hell is happening to me? Why did what we did make me want more? Did I suddenly become a fan of absolute, insane fuckery? Shit—I saw my brothers’ cocks! I still can’t believe that crap.
I stopped at the red light and stroked her belly softly—I didn’t want to wake her with inappropriate touches. Every time I see my brothers touching her belly, I feel a tremendous wave of envy. Ever since Scarlett told me what had happened between her and my brothers, I avoided her. I couldn’t look at her; every time I tried, her words came back to torment me, knowing that only I wouldn’t be enough. Does she have feelings for them, or is it a different kind of liking? And what does she feel for me? Am I just part of the Blackwell package? Not wanting to dwell on questions that won’t have answers for now, I sped up when the light turned green, taking her home.
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From afar, I watch Scarlett talking to the saleswomen that the owner of Detroit’s best baby store sent so she could choose the best things for the baby while I drink my black coffee. When I asked Ethan if he would mind me calling them, he smiled and said no—something in his smile caught my attention, and I chose not to ask why.
Yesterday, when I brought Scarlett home, I laid her in her bed, and there she stayed for hours, waking only for dinner. I thought that when we were all together again, there might be some awkwardness after what had happened in my office, but there wasn’t. Scarlett walked down the stairs, entered the kitchen, and kissed each of us on the mouth as if it were nothing unusual—and maybe for her, it wasn’t. After dinner she tried to convince us to go upstairs with her, but we were firm in saying that all of us together would not happen again until the baby was born. She heard us—she just didn’t take it well.
“So you’re saying I can’t handle it? I might have gotten tired after the first round, but you need to understand—I’m out of shape,” she said, and I stared at the woman in front of me with my mouth open. “Nothing a few good fucks wouldn’t fix.”
“No gang-bang style fucking for you until this baby is born,” I said, ending the discussion.
“Gang-bang? Been doing research, Damian?” she asked, raising one insolent eyebrow. “And that wasn’t even close to a gang, considering only Liam fucked me.” She looked at each of us with a sideways smile. “Let’s see how long you’ll keep up with this bullshit.” She winked and disappeared up the stairs.
“You think she’ll try something?” Ethan asked.
“No, of course not,” I answered—not very convinced of my own response.
Looking at Scarlett smiling as she chooses the colors for the baby’s room, it’s obvious she’s happy. I believe she understood us and knows we’re trying to spare her—we don’t want to overwhelm her with sex. Everything has its time. And now she needs to think about her health and the baby’s. After the baby is born, we can do all the filthy things she wants.
“Do you like this color?” Ethan asked, holding a color palette in front of her face.