Page 11 of Trust in my Heart (Desires of the Heart 2)

Easton collapses on the bed below me. I rest my head on his leg as Braxton fucks his cock in and out of me at a rapid pace.

I feel his hand move to my cock and it only takes a couple strokes before I find my release too. I tighten around Braxton which causes him to groan as he releases inside of me.

We both fall into the bed, trying to find our breath.

“Fuck, I needed that,” Easton says, breathless.

“I vote we never go that long without each other again,” Braxton says.

“Agreed,” I mumble into Easton’s leg, since I’m too exhausted to move.

Holly

Chad ended up getting me a job at the restaurant he owns. I didn’t know what he did originally, but he has a restaurant like Dylan’s. Nice establishment. The food is definitely out of my price range. Thankfully, as a server, I am allowed to eat one meal there a day, free of charge. It’s a nice perk considering that my appetite has grown quite a bit.

I’m thankful that I haven’t been sick so far, but I have been really tired. Working full time while growing a human really does take a lot out of a person.

Chad takes the time to check if I’m okay. Aside from Kyla, he is the only other person that knows I’m pregnant; though it is possible that Kyla has told her men. I don’t expect her to keep secrets from them.

Right now, I need to work as much as I can, so that I have enough money saved for when I have the baby. I want to take as much time off as I can. I won’t be able to do that if I am worrying about bills.

I haven’t seen any of the men since they left my apartment. I feel terrible for keeping the baby from them, even if I feel like it was the right decision.

I just hope that they will understand why I chose not to tell them.

Today is the only day off I have for the next couple weeks, so I decided to treat myself to some of my favorite food.

Some people might not like to sit and eat alone, but I’m not one of those people. I enjoy it.

I head into my favorite diner and sit at my usual table; I’ve been there so many times that the waitress just nods her head in my direction when she sees me there.

I have my drink and meal after waiting for thirty minutes, since it’s busy. My back is facing the door, so I don’t see them come in. When I finally do notice them, it seems that they have not yet noticed me.

They are seated in the booth behind me; the men who plague my thoughts day and night.

I listen as they order their food and make small talk. At least at first. Then the conversation takes a surprising turn.

“What are we going to do about Holly?” Easton asks.

My body stiffens at his words.

“What can we do? She made her mind up about us. Helen did everything she could to ruin that opportunity,” Braxton growls out angrily.

“We need her to see that she was more than a quick fuck. That’s all she thinks she was to us,” Dylan rasps.

“Right, but how will we do that if she won’t give us the time of day?” Easton asks, sounding frustrated.

A smile comes over my face, and I feel hope for the first time in weeks.

Is that true? It has to be right; they don’t know I’m here listening to them.

“What if we send her flowers?” Dylan asks, sounding excited by the idea.

“No, Holly isn’t the flower type,” Braxton says, sounding thoughtful.

“She likes books. Let’s send her books,” Easton says.

“We can’t do that. You know how many millions of books are out there? There is no way we would get her the type she actually reads,” Braxton says.

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