Page 25 of Room Twenty-Eight: Her Beautiful Surrender

“Our baby,” Colton confirms. “Yours, mine, Diesel’s, Major’s. Ours.”

“You can’t mean that,” she whispers, her eyes flicking between our faces.

“But they do, kitten.” Major saunters over, towel wrapped around his hips, hair dripping with water from his shower before sitting on the bed near her head. Leaning down, he licks across her lips before telling her, “You’re going to take them both, right now, exactly how they are, and you’re going to enjoy it.” His head shakes when she opens her mouth to dismiss his claim, but she shuts up again. “You will, kitten, I promise. And when they’re done, when you’re leaking with their seed, I’m going to slip in and let go of another load for you so we secure our chances of knocking up our forever girl.”

Her eyes go wide with his confession, and Colt and I begin to take turns thrusting inside her. He pulls out, I push back in. We carry on like that until her body gives off triggers of her impending orgasm.

“See, kitten, you like it. We promised you would, didn’t we?” Major asks.

“Yes, Sir,” she gasps as she spasms around us, and we both shove far into her pussy at once and come together, flooding her with warmth as our bodies nearly drop dead next to her.

“That’s our girl,” Major whispers, shoving me to the side. Not that it’s hard since I’m now on a new level of existence. Rolling her to her side, Major falls between her legs, slipping his erection inside her sloppy cunt.

“She feel good all soaked in our cum?” I ask him with a wicked grin.

“Perfect, sloppy little pussy,” Major grunts as he rocks back and forth as Asta moans and reaches for each of us, needing contact before her body rockets again.

Her scream is deafening; someone from the room next door bangs on the wall, and she passes out completely as Major ruts her like a dog in heat. “Fuck!” he shouts, sweat streaking down his temples.

“I fucking love her,” I tell them quietly. “I don’t know when or how it happened, but I do, and I don’t want a life without her in it.”

“I feel the same,” Colton chimes in, stroking her cheek.

Major stares down at her, and I wonder if he’s holding back. He’s never done it before; I’d be shocked if he did it now. “I think I fell before we even met her.” The words are quiet but impactful.

“So how do we convince her this is for life?” Colt’s question vibrates around the room.

As Major sits up and backs off, she reaches for him before searching for us. “I don’t think we’ll have to. I think she’s feeling the same, we just need her to admit it.”

NINE

Asta

It’s been three nights since the Philly game. I watched the guys play against the Wild with Cecily last night, and we had a blast. Tonight, they have off before playing the Rapids tomorrow, so we’re sitting on the floor in my crappy little studio apartment, Chinese food spread out on the coffee table in front of us, talking.

“An orphanage, huh?” Colton appears distressed at the news that I wasn’t raised with family but, rather, strangers.

I shrug. “It wasn’t always terrible. There were some nice girls there, and on Tuesday, we always had tacos.” My grin is mischievous. It’s not a complete lie. Nobody said the food was any good—honestly, most nights, it was terrible. According to them, nuns were not put on this earth to cook nor to teach a bunch of girls how to cook.

“’Cause tacos make everything better.” I’m discovering that Diesel is filled with flirtatious comments and dry humor. Learning about their different personalities has been exhilarating. Colton is sweet and compassionate. Major is reserved and observant.

“They do so,” I counter, spearing him with a glare. His eyes roll, and I laugh at how he leans back, crossing his arms, pretending to be hurt by my disagreement with him.

“What about your father?” Major asks, pulling me into his lap before I can withdraw. I told them all about what I know of my mother, so I figured the question was coming. Didn’t mean I had to like it or even be sure what to say.

“Richard wasn’t prepared for me,” I reply diplomatically.

“It’s okay to say what you really think of the man,” Colton encourages, rubbing a hand up and down my bare thigh.

“What I really think probably isn’t legal.” The hatred I have for my sperm donor is so visceral that it leaves me breathless at times.

Grabbing a piece of ginger beef, I take my time chewing before explaining my complex feelings. “We met a few times during my childhood. The nuns tried to convince him to take me, to learn to love me, but when he told them that I would have been better off at the bottom of the Hudson, they stopped and refused to allow him to see me any longer.”

“Jesus,” Colt hisses. Major and Diesel share a thunderous look. “When’s the last time you saw him?”

That’s easy. “About a month after Leon found me. He threatened to ruin me if I did anything to trash Leon’s career.” My eyes drop because I know without a doubt that as soon as this relationship is made openly public and my identity is revealed, he’ll consider this a blemish on Leon’s name. However, the real reason he’ll be angry is that he’ll be questioned about his bastard daughter.

“Leon is his concern,” Diesel repeats. My shoulder lifts casually, but the reality stings. It will always burn that Leon is a welcome addition to him, but I’m a stain on his life.

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