Page 79 of Ruthless Beasts

“Yes,” I agreed, while walking to the furthest wall, to a door hidden behind a bookcase. “But you’ve not seen this before.”

I pulled open the door, exposing an extension to the master bedroom that was nearly finished. It was large, large enough to fit a bed big enough to fit us all, if that’s what they wanted. The custom bed frame was already taking shape, and I knew my men would catch on quickly to my wants. “You can still have your rooms, of course, either downstairs or up here with us. But I thought maybe…”

“Maybe you’d create a giant fuck pad?” Mercer stared at the space, his mouth hanging open.

“I figured we could turn the other part of the bedroom into a sitting room. I mean, if you want me to move forward with it.” I don’t know why I was so nervous to show them the shared space I was creating. We wanted this, didn’t we? I knew I did.

“You’ve turned your master into a… into…ourmaster?” Ace observed.

“It’s not official.” I rushed the words out, already afraid of the rejection that I felt coming. “It just seemed easier. If she was ours, we wouldn’t have a fight over who gets her this way. No passing her from room to room, space to space.”

“And you’re sure this is what you want?” Ace spoke slowly as he looked around, walking toward the sliding door that led to a second bathroom. “She’s your wife, Adam. Your fucking wife.”

“You think I don’t know that?” I growled, and then I instantly regretted it. This was my best friend. We’d always had each other’s back. I wasn’t mad at him. He was only bringing up a valid point of concern. I inhaled slowly before continuing. “I will not change my mind. If anything, seeing you two with her brings up desires I hadn’t known were buried.”

“Desires?” The way Ace looked at me, fucking knowing even as he pretends not to, was unnerving.

“I said what I said.”

“But you didn’t answer the question I was asking. What type of desires?” he asked again.

“I’m not into you sexually, if that’s what you’re worried about.” I don’t know why I felt so defensive. Maybe it was the way he was looking at me, almost watching me differently.

“I wasn’t worried.” He pulled open the bathroom door. “I’m not a prude, and I think I can speak for Mercer when I say he sure the fuck isn’t.”

Was he saying…

“Don’t look at me like that.” He disappeared through the door so that all I could hear was the echo of his voice when he said, “It’s whatever she wants, ultimately.”

I had put little thought into my best friends sexually until now. All I knew was that I really enjoyed watching them, watching her, watching the people in my home love each other. I followed him toward the bathroom, walking in as he ran his fingers over the fixtures. He turned toward me when he heard my steps. “You know, we have way too many bathrooms and bedrooms in this place. Your kids will get lost.”

“Nah.” Mercer came up behind me. “More places to explore.”

I took a deep breath before speaking. “They won’t just be mine. I- I don’t care whose child she is carrying. In fact, I don’t want to know. Let them run around with blue eyes like Mercer. Or devilish green like their mom. Black hair like you, brown like me. I don’t give a fuck. They are all mine in the end. Ours.”

He looked pensive for a moment before he spoke. “People will judge us all.”

“They do anyway,” I reminded him. “I saw her yesterday with Mercer. The sounds she made were so fucking sweet, I escaped to my office the first chance I got to jack off like a fucking teenager. And they hadn’t even fucked. If people judge for the wrongness of it all, fuck them because something that feels this right can’t be wrong.”

Ace’s eyes fell on Mercer. “You had sex with her? For him to watch?”

“We didn’t fuck.” Mercer laughed, and I knew he was thinking of the memory of it. “I sure as hell wanted to, though.” He leaned against the wall, crossing his ankles to balance himself. “Tell me, did she smell like me as you sat next to her at the dinner table? I wish I could have been there, knowing damn well she didn’t have time to wash my cum off her creamy skin properly.”

Ace’s eyes were wide. “You didn’t.”

“She asked for it.” Mercer shrugged, and she sure the fuck did. She had to know what was coming when she dumped a bowl of popcorn over his head.

Ace only shook his head, and he left the bathroom and walked toward the opening behind the bookcase. “If this is what she wants, I’m in. Only if it’s what she wants. I’ll keep my room downstairs. No need to make other arrangements.”

When he was completely out of sight, Mercer turned to me, trying not to laugh. “He wants to fuck that girl so bad, he can’tstand it. It’s like he’s seventeen again and afraid the girls are going to reject him.”

“He doesn’t see what we see,” I confirmed.

“He will.” Mercer clapped me on the shoulder. “He will. Let’s go. We’ve got plans to make and girly things to buy.”

“Girly things?” I questioned.

“That nursery will not decorate itself, and what’s the point of a surprise if you don’t go all in?”

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