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Authors: Trinity Blacio

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Her arms feel to her sides as Clayton pulled her back onto his lap, kissing her neck. “Shh, I’ve gotcha.”

Tug stood, unstopping the tub and getting out. He grabbed a towel, waiting as Clayton slowly pulled out of her and washed her. “Go on.

Out you go.”

Grabbing her hand, Tug slowly dried her body, kissing every spot he dried. “Tug.”

“We’re not done, Cecil.” He threw the towel onto the counter and swung her up in his arms, carrying into the bedroom. A fire blazed in the fireplace, candles lit the room, rose petals were scattered all throughout the room, and Rory lay on the bed with his arms held out. “Come here, Cecil.”

Tug placed her into Rory’s arms on top of his muscular form.

“Our poor little wolf, never doubt our love for you, no matter what happens in the years to come. We might get mad, you might get mad, but we’ll always be there to listen, hold you, and love you.” He kissed her lips softly, sliding his cock into her pussy.

Cecil smiled, gazing into is big blue eyes. He had two days of stubble on his face, but he was so handsome. “Are we growing a beard?”

she teased, kissing his chin.

He reached up, rubbing his chin. “Never thought of it. Do you want me to?”

She laughed. “Silly, anything on you is sexy. You choose.”

“So you think I’m sexy, do you?” He nuzzled her neck, grabbing her sore bottom and squeezing.

Never did she think it possible that pain could bring pleasure, but just his squeeze on her ass heated her body once more. “Every one of you is sexy. Tug with his long black hair and his bad-boy looks, Clayton with his sexy bald head and dark green eyes could turn any woman’s head.”

The bed dipped behind her and Tug pinched her ass. “Bad boy?

I’ll show you what a bad boy can do.” He laughed, separating her ass cheeks and pushing his cock inside of her. “And you, my dear Cecil, have an ass that is meant to sink our cocks into. Damn, you’re fine,” he said, pumping in and out of her ass while Rory countered his moves.

Clayton moved to the head of the bed and guided her mouth to his waiting cock. “Take my cock, Cecil. Let us all love you tonight.” His hand in her hair guided her movements.

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“Don’t come, Cecil, until I tell you, which goes for you two also.”

Clayton reached down, grabbing one of her nipple rings, and twisted it.

“Clayton…” She tried to lift up, releasing Clayton’s cock, but Tug pushed her back down.

“Stay still Cecil, just feel.” He slapped her ass. “And don’t let go of Clayton. Suck him, Cecil.”

Pushing back into her mouth, Clayton leaned down to her ear.

“Doesn’t it send a chill up your spine when Tug gives his orders? I used to sit in the club Ugg and watch him with his subs. He has this one touch that can send any woman over the edge. Shall we see if he can do that to you?”

He lifted up, pumping faster into her mouth as she whined. “Now, Tug, now.”

Tug reached down in between her ass and pussy, pushing his finger onto her skin, hitting Rory’s cock at the same time. Rory howled, but nothing registered as tremor after tremor shook Cecil’s body. Sweat dripped down her face to land on Rory’s chest. She could have sworn stars danced in her head, and Cecil couldn’t move a muscle as Clayton pulled his cock out of her mouth.

“Mmm, I knew that little mouth was dangerous.” He smiled, brushing her sweaty hair away from her eyes.

Rory rolled her over when Tug pulled out of her. “Poor baby, all tuckered out.” He kissed her lips gently cuddling up to her still inside of her hard.

Cecil grinned. “How can you still be well hard?” She giggled.

All three of them laughed. “Because we’ve waited for two days to be with you.” Rory pulled out of her and she moaned. “Baby’s waking up.”

Slowly getting up, Cecil moved towards the crib. Cade lay there, smiling up at her. “Are you hungry, little man?” She reached down, picked him up, and cuddled with him.

“I’ll run down stairs and get a bottle for him.” Rory pulled on a pair of sweatpants, and she laughed.

“Better hope no one sees you and your tent there.” She sat down in the rocking chair recliner by the window.

“Well, I’m afraid you’ll have to take care of me after you take care of Cade.” He leaned down, kissing her neck.

Cecil smiled up at him. “It would be my pleasure to take care of you, dear sir. What do you have in mind?”

Rory laughed and headed for the door. “We’ll surprise you after you take care of Cade.”

Clayton walked over and picked the little guy out of her arms.

“You, dear sir, should be sleeping, not interrupting Mommy’s sex time.”

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He blew a raspberry on his stomach. “But you are a cute one, just like your Mommy. We’re going to have so much fun this summer, little guy.”

“Hand him over, Clayton. I haven’t had a chance to hold him yet,”

Tug said, taking Cade into his arms and sitting on the arm of the chair with her. “You are one lucky baby to have a mother so beautiful and warm, but I’ll let you on a little secret. When you’re old enough, all three of us will teach you what it takes please a woman.”

Cecil reached for her son. “Don’t be talking like that. He’s just a baby.” She pulled Cade out of Tug’s arms. “Just follow your heart, little one, and your woman will follow you anywhere,” she told her son. “God, it feels so good to have you in my arms. It’s like a part of me has come home. You might not have been in my belly, Cade, but I felt every little thing: your growth, movements, even your wants. I’m just sorry it took so long to get to you.” A single tear slipped down her face as she put him in the crib, pulling his wet diaper off and changing him.

Rory moved into the room, grumbling. “I don’t know what it is with pregnant women, but boy, is Jaycee in a mood.”

Cecil laughed. “Rory, imagine having three babies about half the size of Cade in your belly, kicking and moving. And let’s not forget the throwing up every morning. You’d be grouchy too.” She picked up the baby, sitting back down on the chair.

“Yeah, I guess so, but she sure is protective of you.” He leaned down, kissing Cade’s head.

“In a way, Jaycee reminds me of my sister. She was so full of life, but always looking over her shoulder for the other shoe to drop. In a way, I do the same thing. I watch the three of you and I keep waiting to wake up and be back in my cell, to find this was all a dream.” Cecil glanced down at the baby.

“The last two nights you were gone were the hardest for me.

Jaycee and Sheila both stayed with me the last night, because the first night was horrible. The nightmares, waking to an empty bed, believing you wouldn’t come back, then finding that letter.” She put the bottle down, putting Cade over her shoulder and burping him. “I was thinking when things get settled, I’d like to finish school and take some classes at the local college. Have you decided where we’re going to live?” All three men stared at her. “What?” She got up, putting Cade back into the crib, and covering him with the blue blanket.

“We’re not going away, Cecil.” Clayton wrapped his arms around her as she stared at Cade.

“I know that in my heart, but my mind still can’t believe it.” She turned in his arms and glanced up at him. “You know what I want to do the 107

most right now?”

Clayton frowned. “I’m almost afraid to ask, but what do you want to do?”

“I’d like the four of us to go for a run. You know, a midnight run under the stars and the moon. Can we? Just a short one? I haven’t run since I was fifteen.”

Clayton glanced at Tug. “Well, what do you think? You know this area the best. Is it safe enough?”

Tug nodded. “We should be okay, but only for a little while.

Cecil, tomorrow is going to be a very long day for you.” He smiled and held out his hand. “Come on, little wolf, let’s go running.”

Rory covered her with a robe from behind and she laughed. “Um, Rory? This is going to fall as soon as I shift.”

“That’s fine, but no one downstairs needs to see you naked.”

She burst out laughing so hard her side hurt. “Well, if Tug is going to train me as his sub, all of you are going to have to get used to me being naked in front of others. Isn’t that right?”

“In the club it’s different. Everyone knows what’s expected, but out in public, no,” Tug snarled.

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Chapter Fifteen

Cecil stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror. She had never felt so sexy. The dress Francesca had made for her hugged her body.

It was silky against her skin, and for once Cecil felt she could stand up against any female.

“So, how was your run last night?” Jaycee smiled behind her, combing her hair.

“It was great. We had so much fun playing in the snow. It felt so free. I didn’t want to come back to the house, but the guys insisted, and they were right. By the time we got back to our room, I was so tired I couldn’t move, but then it didn’t help making love two more times afterwards.” She giggled.

Sheila laughed. “Well, you have a lot to make up for. Did you like Pat the babysitter? Was Cade okay when you left him with her?”

Cecil smiled turning around. “Cade loved her. He’ll be fine, even though I hated leaving him for the night so soon. But I can still feel him, so it’s not too bad.”

The women’s lounge room door opened. “Hey, your men are here.

You better get out here!” Nancy yelled.

“Well, ladies, are we ready?” Francesca rubbed her hands together. “Because I
so
want to make someone squirm.”

“Just don’t punish him all night, please. I want him to have some fun. And thank you for the dress, Francesca.”

“Oh honey, if anyone deserves this night, it’s you, and I promise I’ll let him off the hook early.” They all walked out the door and down the hallway to the main ball room. The sound of music grew louder as they pushed open the doors and walked into the room. All eyes turned on the five of them.

Does anyone else feel like we just walked into the lion’s den here,
so to speak?
Cecil’s palms grew sweaty as she found Clayton’s heated gaze. Tug’s expression and Rory’s was the same as Clayton’s as they moved towards them.

Hell, I think we’re going to get eaten.
Jaycee laughed as all three of her men moved around her.

Clayton stepped in front of her, glancing at Francesca. “I take it this is one of your dresses?”

Francesca smiled. “Sure is, big boy. Doesn’t she look good 109

enough to eat? I’ve told her for the past hour she has to come to California and model for me. The men would buy everything she wears,” she teased.

“She’ll be doing no such thing. As it is, I’m tempted to take her back to the house to change,” Clayton said.

“I don’t think so,” Cecil protested. “Didn’t you tell me at the club it was okay for me to be naked? Well, I’m not even naked, so don’t start. I think I look great and if you don’t, too bad. Maybe someone who thinks I’m sexy will want to dance with me.”

She pushed her way past her men to only be grabbed around the waist. “You dance with no one but us, Cecil. You are sexy as hell. That’s the problem. Every male here is staring at you, wanting to rip that damn dress off,” Tug said, biting the muscle between her neck and shoulder.

Turning in his arms, she wrapped her arms around him. “Tug, I’ve never felt sexy in my life, but rather like a piece of meat or lab rat. Last night was the best night of my life. Can you give me another to remember?

Oh, wait. I have something for the three of you.” Cecil turned and pushed back through the door. All three of her mates followed.

“You didn’t have to follow me.” She laughed as they growled.

“You’re not going anywhere in that dress alone,” Rory said as they pushed in behind her into the women’s lounge.

“Umm, guys, this is the
women’s
lounge.” Grabbing her bag, Cecil pulled out three small boxes and handed each one to her men.

“Happy Valentine’s Day. It’s not much, but I had to get you something since you three have given me so much.”

All three frowned at the small boxes. “How did you get us something? You didn’t leave the house, did you? You know the danger you’re in.” Clayton asked.

Cecil frowned. “No, Clayton. I’m not stupid. I made them. You can open them later or just throw them away if you don’t want them.”

Cecil turned and opened the door to leave when Tug once more grabbed her around the waist. “Don’t, Tug. You three have snarled at me for the past ten minutes. I’ve done not a damn thing wrong. I’m done. Get over it or leave me alone. I’m sure your sub Nancy will dance with you.”

She moved out of his arms and stormed down the hallway, not caring if they followed or not.
I should have never made those stupid
ceramic charms. They look like a child made them.
Cecil pushed open the door to the ballroom once more.

More than three hundred people mingled around the room.

Streamers dipped through the ceiling, the band played slow songs, and roses from the greenhouse surrounded the room.

Making her way to the bar, Cecil smiled up the bartender. “Can I 110

get a glass of white wine, please?” She sighed when someone bumped her hip and she turned to see Jaycee frowning.

“Why are you here at the bar by yourself?” Jaycee glanced around, searching for Cecil’s mates.

Cecil thanked the bartender, taking the glass from him, and shrugged. She took a small sip of wine. “I guess they’re still mad.”

“Did you give them your gifts?” Jaycee grabbed the water Remi handed her from behind.

“Yes, they accused me of leaving the house. So I told them to throw them away or do whatever. I left them standing in the women’s lounge. I want to dance so badly and it looks like I might not get a chance.

Have you seen my brother?” Cecil searched the room, spotting Sam dancing and laughing with a woman in his arms.

“Well, damn, so much for that.” She glanced down at her drink before Jaycee grabbed her arm and tugged her to their table.

“Mark, Cecil wants to dance.” Jaycee sat down next to Dane, who grinned up at her.

Mark stood. “It would be my pleasure to dance with you.”

He held out his arm and she smiled, placing her drink on the table.

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