Page 23 of Room Twenty: Owning Their Angel

I roll my eyes, my voice full of sass, “Viper, this is basically a sack.”

Viper’s back straightens and he growls, “You will always call me Gray. I’m never Viper to you unless we’re at a club function.”

I blink at him as Poe and Zach agree with the sentiment and instruct me to always call them by their names unless we’re at a club thing. I can only nod with wide eyes. They told me they claimed me, but for some reason it didn’t entirely sink in.

Not using their road names is special. It’s not a privilege anyone else will be given. Well, except for our children, I suppose.

Gray brushes my hair away from my face before his fingers brush against my cheek and along my jaw. “Now with that out of the way, why did you come in here, Cherub? Do you need something?”

“No?” My squeaked reply comes out more like a question than an answer and I try and spin around to run back to my room.

Poe won’t let me though, his fingers tightening on my shoulders and holding me in place. Zach moves around my body, his large hands touching me as he does. He presses his front to my back and runs the tip of his nose up my neck.

“Are you needy, Heather?” Zach’s voice is a caress that sends a shiver down my spine. “I was doing some research on pregnancies,” his words have me looking over my shoulder at him with surprise, “and I read that pregnant women can be insatiable.”

“I haven’t been,” I admit quietly. They stare at me, their eyes intent and focused. The way they’re looking at me has me wanting to spill all my secrets. “I thought I might have been broken because I haven’t been horny at all. I didn’t even want to touch myself. I had no interest.” I grumble, “My OB/GYN thought it might have been psychological.”

The smile Poe gives me is sinful as fuck and makes my nipples pebble. The next thing I know I’m up and he’s holding me against his chest. He strides out of the room they’re sharing and back to my room where I’m gently deposited on the bed. My men surround me while looking down at me like I’m the prey that their predators can’t wait to sink their teeth into.

Poe tilts his head to the side slightly and I know what he’s going to ask before he opens his mouth. I point toward the jewelry box on the top of the dresser, “It’s in there. I didn’t think a real estate office was the appropriate place to wear it and I couldn’t put it on often because it made me miss the three of you too much.”

Understanding softens his features and I expect him to go and get the collar they gave me that night at Club Sin, but he doesn’t. Instead, he sinks to his knees as Zach and Gray step back and start to strip. Poe’s hands are gentle as he strips my nightgown from my body while placing gentle kisses all me with a focus on my pregnant belly.

The care he’s showing me has goosebumps covering my skin and a shiver rolling along my spine. They have always shown me care, but this is a little different. Deeper? I’m not sure how to describe it, but it’s more. So much fucking more.

When I’m naked, Zach climbs onto the bed next to me and gently pushes me back, his hands joining the touch party that is currently happening. Gray slides on the other side of me and they work together to reposition me toward the middle of the bed. Poe crawls between my legs after pushing his boxers down and off his body.

My eyes bounce around at my men because there’s just so much good stuff to look at. My voice hitches, “I missed you. So much.”

Poe’s hands move over my legs, soothing me and turning me on even more, his eyes are glued to where my pussy is weeping for him, for them. “We missed you, Cherub,” he rasps, “and we’re going to show you how much.”

My back arches and I cry out as Zach and Gray both latch onto a nipple. They tease me, playing with my already sensitive peaks. It feels like I’m already on the edge and ready to fall over.

“So fucking beautiful,” Poe breathes as he pushes two fingers inside my pussy.

“Please,” I beg, “I need you inside me. It’s been too long. I need,” I practically sob the words, hoping they understand the garble coming from me, hoping they need me just as much as I need them.

Zach pops off my nipple and murmurs against my skin, “We’ve got you, Heather.”

My body relaxes and my mind blanks as I give myself over to them. I might not know what the future holds, but I know I can trust them with my body. I always did.

“Cherub,” Poe’s voice has me snapping my eyes open, the look of satisfaction on his face, even before he’s inside of me, has my heart pounding in my chest. “You need to know none of us have been with anyone since you’ve been gone. We were always going to find you. You’re the only one for us.”

My mouth opens and closes as I search for words. “I haven’t,” I start to tell him I haven’t been with anyone either, but my tongue is too thick in my mouth.

It doesn’t matter what I was going to say because Poe slams inside of me in one quick thrust. It steals my breath and, combined with the way Zach and Gray are playing with my nipples, has me orgasming right away. I can hardly breathe as Poe positions my legs over his thighs as he sits back on his heels. He grips my hips and lifts my lower half off the bed as he swirls his hips with his cock deep inside me.

“Fuck, yes, Heather,” he grunts. “There is nothing like having your pussy squeezing me and begging for my cum.”

I moan his name, or maybe it’s just one long word that’s all their names. I have no idea because I feel drunk on the feeling of being full of him. My body is overstimulated, but there’s a peace sheltered inside the sensation. The peace of being home again.

As Poe starts to move, I’m lost in the feeling of being surrounded by my men. They have owned me from the moment I met them, and I willingly gave myself over to them. Even when I was sad, even when I didn’t think I could keep them, I never regretted it.

Now they’re here and telling me we can have everything we want, and we can have it together.

My hands reach for them as Poe fucks me hard while Zach and Gray hold me in place. I moan and try to wiggle my hips to meet the way Poe is punching his hips forward, but the way I’m being held doesn’t allow it. Why is that so fucking hot?

My eyes move over my men, taking in their bodies and looking into their eyes. Fuck, I’ve miss them. My heart soars as pleasure coils inside of me, tighter and tighter, getting ready to explode.

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