Page 18 of Theirs to Have

Cash kissed his way down her body and sucked her nipple into his mouth. It was all too much—Callan pumping in and out of her, the sound of their flesh meeting, and the way that Cash so gently caressed her body, sucking her into his hot mouth. She found her release as Callan thrust in and out of her body a few last times, shouting out his own.

“Fuck baby, you are amazing,” Callan praised. Mercy tried to reach for them, wanting to touch them both only to pull against the ropes. She cried out from the twinge of pain that shot through her wrist.

“Hold still, little one,” Cash commanded. “You’ll hurt yourself before we can untie you.” Cash set to work untying the ropes and Callan went to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth to gently clean her.

“You guys don’t have to do that,” Mercy whispered. Honestly, it felt strange to have them taking care of her in that way.

“You’re ours, little one. We will take care of you completely—both of you.” Cash ran his hands over her belly. “I meant what I said earlier, there is no turning back now.” Mercy shivered at theway Cash stared at her, almost as if he could see into her soul. She nodded, understanding that saying yes to the two of them finally made her theirs and honestly, she wouldn’t want it any other way.

Callan

Callan woke up to Mercy’s body wrapped around him. She slept the night in between Cash and him in their bed. Mercy agreed that they could move her into the master bedroom that the two created for her and it felt right to have her between the two of them finally. Her belly was resting up against his side and the baby’s kicking woke him. It was probably the best way that anyone had ever woken him up and he couldn’t wait to be a father.

Cash and he did more than just finish remodeling the house to get ready for Mercy. While they waited for her to come to her senses and let them in, they started reading every pregnancy book that they could get their hands on. He felt that between Cash and him, they would have the whole dad thing down. He had to admit that at first, he was worried about them sharing Mercy and he was sure there would be no way they would agree to share the baby. But Cash pointed out that it didn’t matter which one of them was the baby’s father. They were both in love with Mercy and their baby would have two fathers who adored him or her. A biological claim wouldn’t have anything to do with how they felt.

Callan had met Cash’s friends and knew that the lifestyle that they were hoping to achieve with Mercy could exist, but he knew that it was going to take some work on all their parts. Mercy was putting up roadblocks at every turn telling them no. Now that she finally said yes and agreed to be theirs, they could get to work building their family.

The first thing that he and Cash wanted to do was move her into their room, giving them the guest room to turn into a nursery. It was on the same level as the master bedroom and would be a great room for the baby. They also had a bunch of bedrooms on the second level of the house that he hoped Mercy and Cash would agree to help him fill, someday. Right now, they needed to concentrate on the little life that Mercy was carrying and get ready for him or her to make the journey into this world. The baby would be there in a few short weeks, and they had nothing besides their pregnancy books to show that they were ready.

Cash had enlisted the help of Regan and Emily to come up with a comprehensive list of everything that they would need for the baby’s arrival. Callan wished that Cash would pay that much attention to the bar’s books, but he was thankful that he didn’t have to figure this new phase of his life out alone. He and Cash were a reluctant partnership at first, but they were proving to be a pretty damn good team now. Mercy didn’t stand a chance of resisting the two of them once they got their shit together and agreed to go after her as a pair.

Callan gently slipped from the bed, loving the way Mercy turned to snuggle into Cash’s body. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to control the jealousy that he first experienced when the three of them shared their first night. But, seeing Mercy with Cash only made him realize how lucky he was. There was no room for jealousy, the three of them worked, and that made him so fucking happy.

He made his way down to the kitchen, deciding that after the long night that they all just had, coffee would be in order, along with a little breakfast. They had a busy day ahead of them. Cash said something about stopping down at the bar to show a contractor around the building next door. He was excited that Cash was moving forward with his plan to build the BDSM club. Sure, it was a risk financially, but Callan knew that Cash had a good business head on his shoulders. If Cash set his mind to making the club work, it would. And, if things got tough, Callan had plenty of clients to help them pay their bills. Between the two of them, Callan knew that they would be able to take care of Mercy and the baby.

They also promised Mercy that today was the day that they would go shopping to outfit the nursery and get the baby everything he or she would need for the first few months. At first, she balked at the idea, spouting some bullshit about not having any money to buy things. But Cash quickly put a stop to that nonsense. He growled something about taking care of what was his and Mercy needing to trust him and Callan—their poor girl couldn’t argue with him, especially given the fact that she just agreed to be theirs.

He heard Mercy before he could see her coming down the hall. She wasn’t exactly a morning person, especially since the pregnancy had limited her daily caffeine consumption. Callan hoped that she would be able to sleep a little longer. She hadn’t been sleeping much lately but Emily assured them that it was normal for the mom not to sleep much during the last month. His poor Mercy looked about ready to drop but he would never tell her that. She always had a smile for them, telling them both that she was fine. He wanted her to let them take care of her, but he wasn’t sure that Mercy would ever give up complete control. She was so fiercely independent and that was something that heloved about her. It would be nice to have her lean on them a little more, even letting her guard down around them.

“Hey,” she croaked. Callan handed her a cup of coffee with vanilla creamer, and she moaned, taking her first sip.

“You do love your coffee, baby.” Callan pulled her gently into his body and kissed her forehead. She leaned her head against his shoulder and yawned. “How did you sleep?” he asked.

Mercy smiled up at him, “Well, the little bit of sleep that you and Cash let me get was good. You two are the most demanding men I’ve ever met.” Callan palmed her ass and growled.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, baby. We went easy on you since you are pregnant. We’ll have plenty of time to play properly after the baby comes,” Callan promised.

Mercy shivered in anticipation and Callan chuckled. He was pretty sure that Mercy was the perfect woman for the two of them. The way that she submitted to them was beautiful and he couldn’t wait to get her into Cash’s finished club and show her off. He and Cash would truly be in their element, and he was sure that Mercy would thrive under their direction.

“You all get up way too fucking early,” Cash growled from the hallway. Mercy giggled and laid her coffee cup on the counter, wrapping her arms around his nearly naked body.

“Morning little one,” he grumbled, kissing Mercy. Callan poured Cash a mug of coffee, handing it over to him.

“Thanks, man.” Cash tipped his mug to Callan in a mock salute.

“Are we ready to go shopping for this little one?” Cash palmed Mercy’s belly as she nodded.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Although I wish you’d let me pay you back after I get a job.” Cash’s frustrated growl filled the kitchen. Callan wasn’t too happy about her insisting on paying for the baby’s things or the way she talked about finding another job.He’d be fine with her staying home with the baby, but he wasn’t a caveman. He wouldn’t stand in her way of working, either.

“We aren’t going to discuss this again, little one.” Cash swatted her ass with no real heat, causing her to yelp.

“Fine,” she pouted, drinking down the rest of her coffee. “Can I have breakfast? I’m starving.” Callan was already on it, loading her plate with bacon and pancakes that he made. He loved Mercy’s appetite and had to admit that he hoped she kept some of her sexy new curves once the baby was born. It gave Cash and him more to hold onto and he couldn’t get enough of her ass.

Callan helped Mercy sit at the table and poured her a glass of orange juice. They all sat around the big table that Cash had built and the whole scene was very domestic. He could almost imagine a big, rowdy family sitting around that same table on weekends, eating pancakes and the thought made him a little sad. His own family had all but disowned him when he told them about Cash and his relationship with Mercy. Even though his parents lived across the country, he was never one to keep secrets from them. He decided to bite the bullet and call them to tell his mom and dad that they were going to be grandparents. At first, they were thrilled, until he broke the news about Cash and him sharing Mercy and the baby. His mother was beside herself, crying and going on about raising him better. His father grumbled something about not disciplining him enough as a child and got off the line. By the time he finished the conversation, he knew that it was going to take more than time to fix their relationship. He wasn’t sure that they would ever come around and that was their loss. Mercy was lucky to have the support of her grandmother, they all were.

“Have you heard from Mary?” Callan asked.

“Gram left me a text during the night. She and Joe are having a blast,” Mercy said around a mouthful of pancakes.

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