Page 192 of Fractured Future
Sauntering over to us with a mischievous grin, Axel looks between the two suddenly shifty men. “Does preoccupied mean pregnant?”
While Kade rushes to sayno, Hudson bursts out with a suspiciously proud soundingyes. They glare daggers at each other soon after.
“Thought we were keeping it between us for now?”
“Fuck that.” Hudson punches Kade’s shoulder. “We got our girl pregnant again. I wanna shout about it.”
“I want to watch when she rips you a new asshole for boasting about this.”
“I can handle her.” Hudson waves Kade off.
“God. You’re still so fucking weird sometimes.”
“Thanks, bro.”
Shoving him towards the conference table, Kade takes a seat at the head while Hudson reluctantly sits down on his right. The pair are still bickering away as we watch them in bemusement.
“Do I even want to think about the mechanics of how their wife got pregnant by her multiple husbands?” I ask quietly.
Tongue darting out to skate over his bottom lip, Axel lazily winks at me. “Yes. You do.”
He dances away before Hyland can smack him.
“We can even demonstrate, if you’d like!”
“Axel!” Hyland booms.
“Interested, Hy?”
The grump doesn’t immediately respond, offering all the confirmation that Axel needs. Laughing unrepentantly, he moves to sit down and bother the Falcon Team.
I’m too busy attempting to get my stuttering brain in gear. The mental images in my mind are far too graphic. Particularly what it would feel like to have two men laying claim to my body… or battling over the honour.
Oh, fuck.
Peering down at me with an odd look on his face, Hyland seems to be on the verge of addressing Axel’s taunts when the door to the conference room opens once more.
“Never mind,” he grumbles.
Two female agents march in, closely flanked by Warner and the scarred face that still manages to haunt my dreams. With his ankles cuffed, Blaine walks slowly, a chain connecting them to the shackles still enclosed around his wrists.
“Isn’t this a turnout.” He gazes around the room. “Full house.”
Kade clears his throat. “Take a seat, Mr Madden.”
The chair at the opposite end of the table from Kade awaits. Blaine is escorted into it then secured to the legs by one of the agents adjusting his cuffs.
Both retreat to linger nearby, packing visible weapons and emanating enough threat to make me consider forming some female friendships. I like the look of those two.
Positioning himself behind Blaine, Warner remains standing as he folds his arms. A delicate shudder causes my body to spasm when his baby blues stray over to me.
Then Blaine’s confidence-filled onyx orbs join Warner’s, and I begin to get hot under the collar. I may as well combust on the spot when Hyland stakes a very clear and obvious claim by wrapping his arm around my back.
Then Blaine fucking smirks.
At Hyland.
“He can still sign a damn plea deal if I break all his teeth,” Hyland rumbles beside me. “Then pluck them out one by one and shove them up his asshole.”
