Page 11 of All in April

Jack’s green eyes narrow at Wolf, sitting to his right. “Um, his hair looks good.”

I smile and shimmy in my seat, then spear a carrot. “Wolf?”

“Yeah, Jack is an asshole and doesn’t know how to experience true joy through whistling tunes.”

“No name calling allowed,” I warn him with narrowed eyes.

Wolf smirks, then gives me a wink. “Well, my compliment is he looks good when he’s fucking you from behind.”

My jaw drops, but I just shove the bite in, hoping my cheeks don’t get too red. Wolf likes to watch me have sex with Jack and Brahn. Then, he follows up after they finish. It’s his favorite activity.

“Brahn?”

Brahn grunts, his hand gripping my thigh harder under the table.

“You have to participate. It’s family dinner,” I say.

He sets his fork down and finishes chewing the beef. “Fine. My complaint is that you’re not eating enough.” His whiskey brown eyes trail down my figure to my belly, which flips as he scans me.

“What do you mean? I eat all the time.”

The black strands of his beard shift as a muscle in the back of his jaw clenches. “I just… Are you hungrier lately?”

With a jolt, his body shifts as someone kicks his shin. Brahn glares at Wolf and Jack.

“No, why would I be?” I ask.

“He means with all the work you’ve been doing. Not just with the cleaning around here, but the gardening, too. Things look real nice everywhere, sweetheart,” Jack says with a big smile.

Wolf nods rapidly and agrees.

“Well, it would be better if you guys would pick up after yourselves. You know, I’m thinking of putting it on my ‘Do Not’ list.” Waving my fork at all of them, I threaten them. “If you don’t stop making my work more difficult, I’m adding a rest day to the week.”

All of them grumble loudly, but Jack nods solemnly and checks in with each of them. “Agreed. We’ll be better, sweetheart. Right, Wolf?”

“Hey, girlie. You’re the boss.”

When I look at Brahn, a rumble of a deep growl erupts from his chest.

“You don’t sit on our laps during meal times. I want you here on daddy’s lap so I can feed ya,” he says.

My eyes widen as I pause with my bite in the air. It definitely doesn’t sound unpleasant, being taken care of by burly Brahn. In fact, it makes me tingle between my legs. “Oh. I-I didn’t know that was something you wanted.”

“And the bed’s not big enough when these two fuckers try to interrupt my cupcake and reading time at night,” he continues.

“Your snuggly time, you mean,” Wolf says.

My breathing picks up. Brahn’s concerns raise several for me. Yes, we’re all growing a lot closer and usually end up in the bed all at once. Things get messy there. Someone steals all the blankets. Jack usually ends up on the floor and looks terrible in the morning. I haven’t been able to snuggle as much as I like on the tiny bed with big Brahn while he reads with Wolf peering over his shoulder trying to read the same thing making jokes.

Now that I think of it, maybe I haven’t been slowing down to eat. As if it heard me, my stomach rumbles, begging for more food. It’s funny that Brahn would be the one to notice my appetite first out of my guys.

Tilting my head to the side, I flutter my lashes delicately at Brahn. “That’s three grievances, Daddy Brahn. You have to share things you appreciate or else I’m going to feel like I’m ruining things around here.”

He slips a thick arm around my waist and hoists me onto his wide lap, then lifts a fork of stew up to my face until I take it between my teeth. A low groan vibrates through his big gut and into my back. All three men have put on pounds while I’ve been here and are even bigger than when I first met them. It makes me feel even tinier.

“I love everything you do around here. I just want our little girl to be taken care of,” he says.

His lips meet the side of my neck and not only does this send sparks down my spine, but I feel my heart squeeze with his mention of caring for me like I’m theirs. And with the word love.

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