“Be careful,” she pleads, hauling him in by the lapel of his jacket.
“I will.” He bends and kisses her cheek. “Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
He nods at me and Killian before heading out the back door. Story refocuses on her brother, eyeing the stitches.
“I’m fine,” he tells her, taking her hand and weaving their fingers together.
“Someone shot at you,” she says. She lowers their entwined hands to her belly. “I know this is your job. I understand the risks, but you have soldiers for a reason, Killian.”
Her eyes flick over to me and I see the accusation there. I shouldn’t have let this happen. She’s right. “Sweetheart, you know how it is. Everyone’s measuring dicks and they’re jealous that Killian’s is so big.” I give her a wink. “As you’re aware.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Seems to me it’s time for a regime change with the Counts. Lionel Lucia has been a problem for too long.”
“Working on it, babe,” Killian says, cupping her cheek. He leans in and brushes his lips over hers tentatively, like he’s assessing exactly how mad she is. When her lips part, his tongue sweeps in, claiming her fully.
His hand dips between her legs, rubbing the crotch of her panties. Looks like I’m not the only one with an adrenaline boner. He groans against her mouth. “You’re still damp. Rath fucked you good?”
“So good,” she says, hips rocking against him. Her nipples tighten, peaking beneath the thin tank, and I abandon the sheets to get me a piece of the action.
My palm presses into the middle of her back, sweeping down as I duck in to whisper into her ear. “You and the baby too tired for another round?”
She tilts her head for my mouth, arching her back into Killer. “Nope. Wide awake.”
Killian frowns at that, but it’s not enough to stop him. We’re both too pumped up on the action. The fight to survive, the need to fuck. It’s all connected in some fundamental lizard-brain way. He cups her tits, massaging them gently, and she lets out this soft little moan. “Keep that up and I’ll come right here.”
I never knew I was a tit guy until she got pregnant. Now I can’t get enough of them. None of us can. They’re sensitive as fuck, and sometimes, when she just needs to get off, a little sucking and pinching is all it takes to make her come.
“No shame in that,” Killian says, taking one into his mouth. He sucks and laves until she pushes him off.
“Not tonight.” She looks between us. “I want to feel you inside.”
I sweep aside the strands of hair on her neck and plant a kiss on the warm skin. “Big bed?” I prompt, wanting her splayed out in front of me.
Killian stands and lifts her with him, muscles rippling under his ink with the last of his energy. Shirts, shoes, pants are discarded from one room to the other, until we’re at the end of the bed with Story sandwiched between us. Killian pushes at the hem of her shirt while I lower her panties, cupping her ass in my palms. “How do you want it?” I ask her, because god, at this point, we’ve come inside her a million different ways. On a night like tonight, she may need something comforting or something raw. Whatever she wants is what she’ll get.
Killian’s fingers tug and toy with the nipple of her swollen tit as he strokes himself, waiting like a dog who’s been promised a treat.
She looks over her shoulder at me. “I want to taste your cock,” she says, licking against my lips. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”
“Yes, mama.” I thumb her bottom lip, balls clenching at the easy way she takes me in. “I won’t be gentle. Promise.”
She grins at the name, then looks back at Killian. “And I want you buried inside.” She grabs his cock and rubs it between her ass cheeks. “Deep.”
Killian’s eyes glaze, but he snaps out of it. “Are you sure. Can that hurt the baby?”
Her expression melts. “I keep telling you. The baby is fine. Protected inside by fluids and cushion. At most, she’ll feel like she’s getting a little massage.”
I help her on the bed and Killian gets behind her, both on their knees. I stand by the edge, working my cock, getting it nice and hard. I cup her tit in my hand while guiding the tip of my cock to her lips. Killian positions himself behind her, doggy style, slotting his cock between her legs. She hums from the sensation, and opens her pink, puffy lips, tongue darting out to taste me. I grab the back of her neck and say, “That’s right. Taste how much I want you.”