Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
“Perhaps we’ve been waiting because you were beaten and in hospital,” Slade said.
Sure. But she was healed now.
“Because we want to take our time and make sure that you’re comfortable. That you felt secure,” Spencer added.
“We want you,” Rock told her.
Right.
Shit.
Had she completely messed this up?
“You find me attractive?” she asked.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Someone smacked her ass lightly and she was guessing it was Rock.
Red filled her cheeks. Even though it never hurt when they did that, the light smacks still made an impression. In fact, it was also the embarrassment that got to her. Indie almost thought that a proper spanking might be easier to take.
Maybe.
It wasn’t like she’d had a proper one to compare.
“If you think you’re not fucking sexy with a baby growing inside you, then you aren’t paying enough attention to the way we stare at you . . . how much we want to touch and kiss you. How much we fucking adore you,” Slade growled.
“It’s that that you . . . you all kiss me and hug me. You treat me like a pampered princess. But I didn’t know if you wanted me like that. And I guess sometimes it’s hard for me to feel attractive. First, I was covered in bruises and you had to help take care of me. Now, I have a big belly from carrying someone else’s baby and you’re still having to take care of me.”
“Taking care of others is how I show affection and love,” Spencer growled. “If you think I’m going to stop once you’re not pregnant then we have bigger problems.”
Indie swallowed. Shit. She was messing this up.
“I don’t want you to stop. I love how you take care of me.”
“Keeping you safe and happy is our main job,” Slade added. “Although it seems we’ve been falling short if this is what you’ve been thinking.”
Oh shit.
She’d mucked this all up, hadn’t she?
“Rock,” Slade ordered. “Bedroom.”
Always the commander. The leader. What he said, went. Decisive and controlling.
Hot as sin.
And so Rock lifted her into his arms immediately, carrying her to the bedroom.
The general. The warrior. The one who watched everyone’s backs but someone needed to watch his.
Spencer moved forward to open the door. The jokester who switched between smiles and frowns so easily. Who had a hidden core of steel.
All that was missing was the darkness. The one who stood in the shadows and took out enemies they didn’t even know they had.
God, she missed him.
But she couldn’t think of Quaid right now.
It hurt too much. And she didn’t want to be thinking of anything but how much she loved these three men.
Speaking of love . . .
“I love you, Rock,” she whispered as he attempted to lay her down on the bed. He froze with her halfway down, staring at her like she was a creature he’d never seen before.
His mouth opened and closed.
“Um, you should put me down before you hurt your back.”
A scowl filled his face.
“I didn’t mean that like I thought I was heavy!” she cried. “Just because you’re bent over with me in your arms. It’s a weird position.”
He laid her down.
“Getting yourself in lots of trouble,” Spencer told her as he moved into the room and kneeled on the bed between her legs. “Aren’t you, Princess? Once we start these punishments you’ve earned, you’re not going to sit for weeks.”
“I don’t think that’s fair to make me wait!”
“That’s tough,” Slade told her from where he stood at the end of the bed with his arms crossed over his wide chest.
“I love you too,” Rock rasped, turning her attention back to him.
Shoot. This probably wasn’t the moment to tell him. But it had just come out.
“Always,” he said.
Indie nodded shakily. “Always. I wear one of your jumpers when I need to feel safe. An old one I stole.” She bit her lip. “I guess you saw me in it the other night.”
Rock just nodded, warmth filling his face. “Everything I own is yours.” His voice trailed off at the end and she knew it had to be hurting him to speak that much. She held her arms out, asking for what she wanted without words. He sat and drew her onto his lap, holding her with one arm while his free hand rested on her chest.
Right over her heart.
They sat there for several minutes until she remembered the others. Rock set her back on the bed with a kiss to her forehead. Spencer was grinning at her, while Slade have her a nod of approval. Then the look in his eyes turned wicked.
Uh-oh.
“Strip her,” Slade demanded.
Spencer was smiling as he got to work on her clothes while Rock took off his top and pants, leaving him in just his boxers.
When she was completely naked, they stood around the bed and stared down at her. Gradually, she started to feel self-conscious and moved her arm over her breasts and her other hand down to cover her pussy.