Author's note: Hello, everyone! The Swan Jones trio is back for another adventure! I'm very excited to bring you more of their story; they've been nagging my muse for weeks. I hope you enjoy this!
Disclaimer: Hell no.
Chapter 1
Emma snapped the file shut and stretched her arms over her head. She'd been back to work for a week, much to her husbands' chagrin. They'd tried to coax her into staying home—not playing fair at all, really—but she liked the routine. Privately, she wasn't sure how well things would go; she hadn't been in business very long before the explosion. And that wasn't even taking into account her newfound fame. To say she was a little scared was an understatement. But things were going well. She rehung her shingle so to speak; Lily had sent a few clients her way, just to get back in the swing of things. A missing persons case, a few missing heirlooms, she was all set. It felt good to be helping people, even if a few of them asked one too many personal questions.
Her cell phone rang; she answered without looking at the screen. "Swan-Jones."
"Using your new name already? A little premature, Miss Swan? Or should I call you Mrs. Jones?"
Regina. Emma rolled her eyes. "Emma is fine. What's up, Regina? Good news?"
"I've had a colleague go over the transfer papers for your house and everything seems to be in order. We can sign those at your convenience. But probably more important, I called in a couple of favors and got your citizenship application moved up the queue. I have it on good authority that you will be a British citizen by the end of the month."
Emma opened her mouth, then closed it again. After the struggles in getting her visa, she expected a bigger fight. Perhaps things were starting to look up for them? "You didn't have to burn a favor for me, Regina," she said at last. "I'm willing to wait as long as it takes."
"It was nothing." But Emma could tell she was lying.
"Regina, if I didn't know better, I'd think you had a heart."
"You three are my best clients," Regina said briskly. "Now do you want to come by my office to sign these mortgage forms?"
Emma smiled to herself. Regina was growing on her. "I think that might be best. Too many paps at our house." Our house. Very soon that would be true. The trio would finally own their home, Emma would own a home. "I'll talk to the boys and text you later."
They weren't really friends so they hung up soon after. Emma wondered idly if work was all Regina had. Did she have friends? Someone special? Hell, a dog? Some fish? Their barrister was kind of abrasive, but then again, so was Emma when she met the Jones brothers. It wasn't her place, but she'd keep an eye out. Emma laughed at herself; Christ, she was as bad as Mary Margaret. Was this what being happy did to a person?
She glanced at her fancy wall clock, a gift from Ruby. It was about an hour before she was due to leave, but she could call it a day. One of the advantages of working for yourself. She flipped her office phone over to the answering service and locked away her open files. She already had an appointment with a security service to get an alarm system on her office. With all the publicity, she didn't want to be too careful. Being a real private investigator was a bit different from a simple bailbondsperson, but Emma liked it better. Now she was actually helping people, not just catching scumbags who jumped their bail. Falling in love and finding happiness burned away so much of her anger and resentment at the world, anger she hadn't even been aware of.
Now she had a family, people who loved and cared, and it made all the difference.
Smiling to herself, she tapped out a text to Killian. The doctors had cleared both brothers for active duty shortly after they returned from France; they were waiting for orders. Emma was trying not to think about it too much; those orders could very well take them away from her. It was selfish, so selfish of her, and she felt guilty. She didn't want to stand in the way of their duty. Liam had been working so hard to make Captain, to get his own command. If he lost that opportunity because of her, she would never forgive herself. Where are you?
It took longer than she expected to get a reply. The club with Liam. Care to join us?
What are you doing?
Why don't you come and see, love?
He finished the message with a cheeky emoji and Emma huffed. Only her Killian. She locked up the office and took the stairs down to the garage. She'd been driving into work, since the boys were still at home. The club was a good distance away from her office, but she didn't mind the drive. Driving gave her time to think; she spent a lot of hours thinking, as she drove from one new place to another. Granted, she didn't have paps following her back then, but she tried to ignore them as best she could. They were back with a vengeance since the events of Paris. Two weeks back, they didn't stop, following them any time they left the house. But the trio made a pact to not let the attention hinder their lives. They were inherently boring, as Liam liked to say; going to their jobs like normal people, spending time with friends. Sooner or later, they would lose interest and move onto the next national spectacle.
It was late afternoon; traffic was light. Emma had developed a soft spot for the Navy Club; the boys were promoted there, they'd held their reception there. It was a place they could go where no one judged them, a place they were unflinchingly welcome. Emma suspected that they had high level friends who made it that way, but she wasn't naïve enough to believe that there weren't still forces working against them. Someone had found out they were in Paris, sent intrusive paps to make life difficult. But Emma refused to let that cast a pall over this new phase of their lives together.
She nodded at the desk clerk as she passed, flashing her ID. Killian hadn't said what her boys were doing at the club, but she had a guess. They only went there to meet Navy friends or to use the gym facilities. If it were the former, she doubted Killian would have invited her. It wasn't that Emma didn't like their Navy friends—she did—but it was vital to the health of their relationship that they have friends and interests outside of it. Emma herself was itching for some girl time; Mary Margaret wanted to go dress shopping again. Her friend's wedding was in early spring to give Mary Margaret enough time to qualify and train for the Olympics; Emma was thrilled for them. If anyone deserved to be happy, it was David and Mary Margaret.
Emma made use of the gym facilities herself often enough that she knew the way. The building was over a century old; the gym was the most modern room in the place, not that you'd know it. The doors were wood, ornately carved and heavy. She slipped inside, looking for the Jones brothers. "Guys? You here?"
"Over here, love." Was Killian gasping?
Emma's heels made no sound on the carpet as she weaved through the equipment. She was surprised at how empty the gym was; it appeared that they were alone. She found them in the middle of the exercise mat, bare chested with standard issue Navy shorts hanging low on their hips. The sight brought her up short, her boys glistening with sweat as they fought. So that was why Killian sounded out of breath. He ducked a punch from his brother, muscles rippling and flexing under his skin. He didn't appear to be hampered in the slightest; his broken leg completely healed. Emma bit her lip as she watched; they were sparring and it was a gloriously masculine sight.
"Um, hey, guys." She felt lame saying it, but what else was there? This was a treat.
"In a moment, sweetheart." Liam flashed her a grin, as he blocked Killian's blow. "Let us settle this?"
"Don't let me stop you." She took a seat on one of the benches nearby, stealing a water bottle and gulping some down. She remembered vividly the day they spent at Terry's fitness center, climbing the rock wall, sparring against each other. If there hadn't been cameras and prying eyes, she might have jumped them both right there. Now she was being treated to her own private show. As she watched, a needy ache built between her thighs, her thighs clenched. Why was this so fucking arousing?
Killian felt Emma's gaze on them; he loved the way she blatantly oogled them. While this hadn't been any sort of plan, he certainly wasn't going to complain. He and Liam had just received word that they would be reporting to the Admiralty first thing Monday morning to receive their assignments. He wasn't sure how he felt about it; he wanted to go back to work, serve his country, but he'd gotten used to spending time with his wife and brother. He didn't want to admit it, but his career paled in comparison to his family.
"Pay attention, brother," Liam scolded. He took advantage of Killian's distraction and grabbed his arm, twisting it behind Killian's back. "Don't let yourself get distracted by a pretty face."
Killian twisted, grunting. "Even when that face belongs to our lovely wife, brother?" He grabbed Liam's forearm and bent his knees, using the leverage to flip the larger man over. Liam landed on the mat with a dull thud, groaning.
Emma jumped up, worried. "Are you okay?"
Liam made a pained sound, but nodded. "I'm fine, lass." Gamely, he pushed himself up, taking Killian's proffered hand. However, the moment he was on his feet, he kicked Killian's out from under him, causing his brother to land on his ass. "Now we're even."
Emma huffed and came rushing over, kicking off her heels before stepping onto the mat. "You know, there are times I really don't get you two."
"Just some friendly competition, love," Killian assured her, his bottom still smarting. If that part of his anatomy was going to sting, he'd much rather Emma be the cause. "Unless you wanted to kiss it better?"
She shook her head, but bent to brush her lips over his anyway. Killian's hand found her lower back, effectively holding her in place. She started to pull away, but he chased her lips, nipping at her and growling low in his throat. Unbidden, her arousal came back with a vengeance, the strong scent of sweat and male filling her nostrils. "Easy, tiger," she breathed, fingers sliding into his hair.
"Whatever for," he mumbled, going back for more. Emma moaned into his kiss, opening to let his tongue stroke hers. She heard Liam groan and feet shuffling. A moment later the mat dented on either side of her knees, a hard body radiating heat against her back. A second pair of hands wove into her hair, massaging her scalp. Her breathing hitched, her heart sped up.
"Mmmm, missed you, sweetheart," Liam murmured in her ear. She shivered and broke her kiss with Killian, eagerly turning her head to find Liam's lips. He was more gentle but no less thorough, exploring every inch of her mouth.
"Are you…" Emma lost her train of thought as Killian's hands dove under her dress. It was one of the ones she bought in Paris, knee length with long sleeves, pretty but professional. Something that was perfect for the office or an evening out. Or if her boys wanted to get handsy with her. "What are we doing?"
"Isn't it obvious, darling?" Killian purred. "Ravishing you."
"But I just…oh god…got here." They'd only been apart for a few hours, but with the way they were touching her, it felt like days.
"So? I saw you staring."
"As did I," Liam added, pulling her hair aside to assault her neck. "Is she wet, brother?"
Emma gasped as Killian yanked her panties aside, his fingers grazing her swollen sex. Watching them spar was arousing, she would freely admit. Still, she hadn't expected them to straight up seduce her.
"Hmm, I'll take that little sound as a yes." Liam chuckled and smoothed his hand along the curve of her spine, right over the zipper of her dress. The same one he'd zipped that morning before Emma went to work. "I saw you, Emma. Squirming on that bench. You want us."
She made a very unladylike sound, simultaneously wanting more and wanting to contradict him. What was it about these two that made her want them so much? All the time? They had sex almost daily, frequently more than once. The wanting never truly went away, it just simmered under the surface. And had since the night they met. "Here?"
"What's wrong with here?"
Emma kissed Killian deeply as he fingered her, just shallowly penetrating her. "Anyone could walk in." The club was open to all members and their significant others; the gym usually had a fair few people using the equipment or training.
"Exactly," Killian confirmed, teasing her clit. "I've dreamed of having you on nearly every surface in here, love."
She slid her knees wider apart to give him better access, a fresh jolt of lust seizing her. "Really?"
Liam drew her hand to his crotch; he was already painfully hard for her. "We're not shy about fucking you, darling. Remember Paris?"
Emma moaned; they had quite a few semi public trysts in Paris. The threat of getting caught was part of the thrill. Slowly, she nodded her assent, rubbing Liam through the thin shorts. "Yes, yes. God, just don't stop."
Liam cupped her cheek, drawing her mouth back to his. They kissed languidly, his other hand dragging down the zipper. "Need you naked, sweet."
"Fuck." She whined as the hand disappeared from between her legs so Killian could help Liam divest her of her clothing. Together, they got the dress over her head, exposing her skin to the cool air. Killian unhooked her bra, mouth on her nipples before it even hit the mat. Liam's right hand skimmed down her belly until he could cup her mound. "You are soaked," he mumbled. "Where should we have you first?"
"Here?" Emma asked, confused. She was high on the dual stimulation, the wandering touch of her boys. She loved their hands on her, worshiping her body, playing her like an instrument. They knew every patch of skin, every erogenous zone. She became putty in their very capable hands, able to relax and feel. It was something she'd never gotten from a lover before them.
Liam pressed two fingers into her heat, relishing her moan. "Killian?"
Killian released her nipple with a pop, giving her a heated once over, gaze lingering on her rocking hips. He never got tired of the way she moved, how her body craved theirs. "Bent over the bench press," he said at last. "So we can share."
Emma's eyes fluttered shut, her core throbbing with need. She loved when they shared her, each using her cunt, making her come until she pleaded for mercy. "Please."
Liam felt her body react, the way her walls contracted around his fingers. Such a naughty girl, his Emma. He loved it. "Hurry."
"Lock the door," Killian said, helping Emma up. "We won't be through with her for a while."
Liam agreed, biting back a moan. The Navy issued shorts were rough on his throbbing erection; he stripped at the first opportunity. Task complete, he made his way to the bench press, Emma holding onto the bar so Killian could remove her panties. Her knees were shaking. "Alright, sweet?" Liam asked, pressing his nude form against hers. The walls were covered in mirrors; he could see them across the room. Emma's skin was flushed, her nipples hard and rosy pink, mound bare, thighs slick.
She groaned in response, wriggling her ass against his thick cock. She wished they had some lube, so one of them could fuck her there. Next time. "Oh my god."
Killian shucked his own shorts, sighing in relief. He sat on the bench, cock in his hand, watching his brother play with Emma, hands on her breasts, mouth hot on her collarbone. She was exquisite, grinding against him, desperate for relief. "Touch yourself, love," Killian commanded softly. "Let me see you."
She obeyed instantly, her middle finger gliding through her slit. She was slick and swollen, rubbing her clit in small swift circles. The pressure built quickly, so turned on by where they were and how they wanted her. Killian's gaze only made her burn hotter, ever the exhibitionist. Liam whispered filthy things in her ear, holding her steady as she fell apart. She bucked hard against her hand, riding out her orgasm.
"Such a good girl." Liam kissed her cheek and handed her to his brother. Killian sat her on the bench and brought her wet fingers to his lips, licking them clean. He did so love her taste. "Straddle the bench and bend over, lass."
The bench was narrow and her legs were shaking, but she did as he bid. She was utterly exposed, her ass and cunt on display. She gripped the bar for balance, realizing at the last moment that Killian had chosen his place with care. Had he really fantasized about fucking her here? He must have.
Killian wet his lips, cock bobbing proudly against his abdomen. She was fearless, his Emma, fearless and passionate, hungry for him. He needed to have her. Right now. Sharing a nod with Liam, Killian moved up behind her, hands sliding over her ass. Emma mewled, back arching to put her at the perfect height. "Hmm, that's it, love. Get this lovely arse up." His thumbs briefly brushed her puckered hole before sliding down part her swollen lower lips. Once she was at the right height, he pushed in, slowly, really making her feel it as he stretched her. She was well used to his girth, but it never ceased to feel amazing. He filled her up, taking every last inch.
Liam moved to the other side of the heavy bar, eyes glued to his wife's face as she took his brother's cock. Her eyes were closed, features surprisingly relaxed, lips swollen. Golden hair spilled over her shoulders and down her back, begging to be pulled. He watched her for long time, drinking every low groan, every soft sigh. "So beautiful."
Emma stirred from her pleasurable haze, her eyes rising to lock with Liam's. The older Jones stood there unashamed, cock thick and erect, hand lightly stroking. She wet her lips, suddenly hungry for him. "Liam, please."
He smiled, stepping forward as she opened her mouth. He let her set the pace, her tongue sliding over the swollen belled head, lapping at the beads of precum that leaked out. They heard Killian curse, his grip on Emma's hips tightening. "So fucking hot."
Emma hummed in agreement, holding the bar tighter for leverage, rocking her body back and forth, taking Liam deeper into her mouth, impaling herself on Killian's cock. She was burning up, pressure building between her legs. But Killian knew her body too well, and pulled out before she could fall. "Take her, brother," he growled. "She feels so good."
Liam nodded, leaving Emma bereft as they switched places. Killian knelt down to kiss her hard as Liam took her, swallowing her moan of pleasure. "Does he feel good, sweet? You're so hot and wet for us."
Emma whined, frustrated at losing her high. But Liam felt so good, she could almost forgive them. "More, wanna come," she complained.
He chuckled, gathering her hair in his hands. "Hungry, greedy girl you are. Hungry enough for two, love?"
"Yes!" His cock taunted her, bobbing in front of her face. "I need it, I need both of you!" Killian finally gave her what she wanted, pushing his cock into her mouth. She tasted herself on him, the heady scent of her arousal filling her nose. She was aggressive, taking as much as she could, swallowing when he hit the back of her throat. Killian grunted, fingers tightening on her hair, just the right side of painful.
"Bloody hell," Liam swore, hips jerking. Emma's hot tight cunt felt incredible, he never wanted to leave her. "So good."
"Make her come," Killian murmured, still fucking her mouth. "Wanna feel her shatter."
She was so close already, but Liam's deft precise rubbing over her clit was like an electric shock; she climaxed instantly, coming hard and fast. Liam rode her through it, slowly, holding on to his own high. He wasn't ready yet. "Fuck."
Killian pulled away, ducking to kiss her damp hairline. "Still with us?"
"Yeah," Emma panted, heart pounding against her ribcage. "Yeah."
"Love you." They helped her up, pressing loving kisses to her lips. Her knees barely held her weight, but she didn't pull away, letting her boys surround her, touch her, ply her with passionate kisses. She curled one hand around each cock, reveling their groans of pleasure. "More."
Killian kissed her deeply, gently guiding her to another piece of equipment. He sat in the chair, legs spread wide. Emma followed suit, Liam holding her steady she sank back onto Killian's cock. She spread her legs until they were resting on top of Killian's thighs leaving her vulnerable and exposed. She caught sight of them on the opposite wall, mewling at the erotic tableau. "Oh god, oh god."
"Ugh, so tight like this, darling," Killian hissed, hips rocking up. "Look at you, so wanton and hot." He rained kisses over her collar, fingers plucking at her nipples. "Isn't she beautiful, brother?"
"Stunning." Liam knelt between his brother's splayed thighs, hands sliding over his wife's thighs and belly. "We love you so much, Emma."
She bit her lip, hips rolling, needing more of their touch. "Oh, oh, oh." She reached for Liam's hands, guiding one to her clit, the other to her head. She lunged forward to kiss him, tongue dueling with his. "Need," she panted. "Need."
Liam nodded, bending down to suck on her swollen nub. Her fingers sank into his hair, anchoring herself to him as she climaxed again, bucking in Killian's lap. Her boys didn't let up, Liam blowing cool air on her sensitive skin, mouth finding her nipple. Emma screamed as she peaked a third time, her entire body trembling.
Killian grit his teeth, struggling not to follow her. She gripped him hard, her muscles spasming along his shaft. He lifted her off before he lost control and into his brother's arms. Liam scooped her up and carried her back to the mat, stretching her out with care. Emma groaned in protest as he tried to let her be; she reached for him, rolling onto her side. "Stay."
"But sweetling…"
She looked him over from head to foot, strong and lean and clearly unsatisfied. "I'm hungry."
He still looked concerned, but did as she bid. She kissed him languidly, pushing him onto his back. It was her turn to worship, tracing the planes of his chest, tongue teasing his nipples. Liam groaned, his cock twitching. She moved lower, following the trail of pale hair down his belly until she was eye level with his cock. She ran short teasing licks over the length of his shaft, hand sliding down to play with his heavy balls. "Emma."
"I didn't get my fill earlier." Tongue sliding from tip to root, she raised her eyes to where Killian still sat, panting. "Joining us, sailor?"
"Fuck, I love you." She was insatiable; they were usually the ones who wanted her to slow down. But she knew what she could take. He joined them, kneeling down beside Liam, watching she sucked his brother's cock. He didn't have to wait long; she released Liam with a pop and leaned over him take Killian into her mouth. Hot and wet and perfect, she hollowed out her cheeks as she licked and sucked, going back and forth, one cock to the other until she was dripping onto the mat.
"Oh yes," she moaned, Liam's fingers teasing her hole. "Ride me one more time. Both of you. Please." She wanted them to fuck her, mark her, fill her with their seed. "Please!"
Emma quickly found herself stretched out on her side, Killian in front of her, Liam behind, with Liam's cock sliding home. She cried out, one leg up in the air, cock pounding into her. Killian kissed her to muffle her cries, trying to wait his turn. Abruptly, Liam pulled out, nudging her toward Killian. He didn't hesitate, taking her hard and fast, reveling in her hot swollen sheath. Emma clawed at the mat, at their sweaty bodies, the pleasure so intense. She whined every time they withdrew, desperate to be full, to be fucked. She lost track of how many times they switched; it was intoxicating, feeling them so wantonly share her hungry sex. She climaxed again, shuddering, dragging Liam with her at last. It was like a dam bursting, his cock pulsing, thick jets of cum coating her walls as she milked him dry. Emma gripped Killian's neck, dragging his lips to hers as Liam pulled out. She yanked Killian on top of her, spreading her legs wide. He obliged her, sinking in to the hilt, hips pumping hard and deep, her cunt slick and quivering. Some men might be put off from taking their wife's freshly fucked cunt, but Killian loved it. They were perfectly matched, their trio, and he wasn't about to give it up.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Emma cried, Killian's pelvis grinding against her clit with every drive of his hips. She did not think she could climax again, but she was wrong. One last orgasm rocked her, set off by her lover's seed striking her ultra sensitive walls.
Killian sagged, his hips going still. He could hear Emma's thudding heart, her harsh panting breaths. He rolled off so she didn't crush her, but that left him at the mercy of the cool air in the room. Goosebumps rose on his skin and he groaned. "Bloody hell."
"Emma?" Liam asked quietly. "Okay there, love?"
She nodded weakly. "I don't think I can walk," she joked.
But Liam's brow furrowed. "Did we hurt you?"
"No, just…wiped out."
He smiled apologetically, lightly kissing her lips. "You are hard to resist, darling."
"I'm not complaining." She tried smiling back at him. "But I wouldn't say no to a hot bath and a massage?"
"Done."
She stretched out like a cat, her core twinging pleasantly. She liked the feeling of being well ridden and used, always had. "Hmm, chilly now."
The boys chuckled and snuggled closer to her. "Better?"
"Much."
"We should get you home," Killian said, holding her close. "Don't fancy anyone spotting you like this, love."
"Then maybe you shouldn't have fucked me in your private gentlemen's club."
"Officers' club, and I've wanted to do that for a long time. You loved every second."
"Hmmm." She looked over her shoulder at Liam. "What about you, Captain? Did you have a fantasy of us here?"
"Not as such, but I wish I had. You were bloody magnificent."
They shared some sweet kisses, Emma and her boys. Finally, they really did need to leave. They helped Emma rise and dress, then dressed themselves. She waited while they got their gym bags; it occurred to her that she never told them her good news. It could wait until they got home.
"In you get, lass," Liam said, testing the heat of the water.
"So bossy, Captain," she teased, but didn't hesitate to climb into the tub. "Oh god."
"Too hot?"
"No, it's perfect. Planning on joining me?"
"Tempting, but it's cramped for three."
"True."
"We can fix that," Killian called from the bedroom. "I think we should get the whole master suite remodeled."
"Master suite? Since when?"
Killian reentered the room, shirtless, one of Emma's hair ties between his fingers. He knelt behind her and gently pulled her hair into a bun, lips caressing the skin behind her ear. "Since you decided to stay with us," he whispered. "Since you made this a home."
Damn him for being so sweet. She turned and found his lips, water splashing a bit as they made out. "I hate you."
"You love me."
"Shut up."
"So mature, my love."
"Hey, you're the one who married me, buddy."
"And I would do it all again, lass."
She huffed, giving him a playful shove. Liam returned and got her to turn around so he could massage her shoulders. "Just relax."
"You don't have to do that."
"I want to. I like taking care of you, lass."
"I like it too."
He rubbed her neck, deep soothing strokes, working out the knots and soreness. Emma might have fallen asleep; her next thought was that the water was cold. She got out, grabbing a towel and drying herself off. Not bothering to dress, she tossed it in the hamper and padded out into the bedroom. "Liam? Killian?"
"Just a minute!"
Hoping they didn't expect her to leave their room, Emma crawled into the comfy bed, sighing as the cool cotton touched her skin. As much as she thoroughly enjoyed their honeymoon, she was happy to be home.
"Wake up, love," Killian whispered. "We've brought dinner."
"Did I fall asleep?"
"Aye. Long day?"
She glared at him. "Who's fault is it that I'm exhausted?"
"Guilty as charged," he agreed, unapologetic. "But honestly, can you blame me? Married to the most beautiful woman on earth?"
"We're already married, no need to flatter me." She blushed hard, still unused to such compliments. Especially when she didn't deserve them.
"Silly girl." He kissed her brow. "Not flattery if it's true. You are gorgeous and smart and incredible and I love you very much."
"I love you too, Killian." She grinned. "Now you said something about dinner?"
"Indeed. Liam's coming with the trays. You're not leaving this bed."
"Thank god."
Liam did indeed turn up a few minutes later, trays in hand. They insisted on pampering her and for once, Emma didn't protest. The truth was she really tired. "So Regina called earlier."
"What did she want?"
Emma took large bite of pizza; she was starving. "It's good news. Actually double good news, which we could really use right now."
"Aye, good news would be most welcome," Liam agreed. They'd only been home for a couple of weeks and he was already tired of the paps outside their home. His patience with them was limited to begin with, but ever since Paris it was nonexistent. In a way, their orders were a blessing; it would get them out of the house. He was ready to go back to work, even though he cherished this time with his wife. He was a sailor, a member of Her Majesty's armed forces and it was time.
"Right, well, since Killian was talking about remodeling earlier…Regina says our transfer paperwork is ready. We can stop by her office any time and sign it. Then this will be our house."
Both men exclaimed happily, wrapping her up in a tight hug. "That's wonderful news! When should we go?"
"I'm ready when you guys are. Though…maybe tomorrow? It's late. Although knowing Regina, she's probably still in the office."
"Any time you want," Killian assured her. "You know what this means, love?"
"What?"
"You can finally get your closet space."
"You were just talking about getting a new bathroom!"
"No, I was talking about remodeling this entire suite." He took a pull of his beer and waved his hand around the room. "Emma, when we rented this place, we never expected to stay. It was very much a bachelor's home, still is in some ways."
"Hey, I love our place," Emma assured him. "Other than some space issues, I don't want to change it." Those space issues only came from the three of them sharing a space meant for two. They'd kept up the pretense of Killian and Emma having separate rooms, but they never slept in them. Gradually their clothing found its way into the master bedroom as well.
"Well, if we're planning on expanding this family some day," Liam pointed out, "the second floor will need to be redone. As you said, there isn't enough space in here for the three of us."
"But space doesn't appear out of thin air!"
"Perhaps not, but there's a little room to expand. And we can make better use of the room we do have. New furniture and such. Whatever you want."
"We're keeping the bed," Emma said quickly. "You went to a lot of trouble to get this bed!"
Liam laughed, amused by her vehemence. "I'm glad you like it."
"Are you kidding? This is the most comfortable bed I've ever slept in. And I get to share it with you."
"We might have to make some sort of arrangements while we're having the work done," Killian added. "But we can worry about that later."
"Yeah. Let's just get the paperwork signed first. You guys going back to work will complicate things." She took another bite of her pizza, hoping they didn't pick up on her lack of enthusiasm.
Killian rubbed her back. "We'll face whatever comes, darling. Even if we get an overseas posting, we won't be leaving right away. Speaking of which, I heard from Will this morning. Seems the Sherwood is on her way back home."
"Really?" Their friends Will and Robin at been in the Indian Ocean since shortly after the attack on Whitehall, ostensibly helping to search for the perpetrators. "What does that mean?"
"I don't know, love. We've been out of the loop. But Will sounded frustrated."
"Perhaps it wasn't a foreign entity," Liam mused. All along he expected foreign terrorists, but what if it was something else? Something they couldn't fight the same way?
"Then you might not have to leave?"
"Emma…"
"I know, it's not that simple. And I know you've worked for this, it's your dream. I feel horrible, I've never wanted to keep you from your dreams. But then again…I never expected to love you as much as I do. We've hardly spent a night apart since I got here. And when we did…"
Liam tucked her into his side. He knew exactly how she felt. "It didn't go well, sweetheart, I know. But you know wanting my own command does not mean I want to be away from you. I guess, I've always assumed that was where my career was headed. I had nothing to keep me here and the Navy has given me so much. It educated me, got both of us out of the council estate. I owe them my service in whatever capacity they deem best."
"They also hate you for being married to Emma," Killian snapped. "I'll serve if asked, but after this tour, I'm requesting a posting here in London. Permanently. I want to raise our children, Liam."
"You think I don't?"
"That's not what I said. But the way you talk…it seems like you've forgotten all the grief the Navy has given us about being with Emma. They tried to keep her away from us after the explosion. They are the reason those photographers you so hate constantly harass us. If they'd honored our wishes, Emma would have never had to go on the bloody telly. No offense, brother, but I think your loyalty is a bit misplaced."
"What else would you have me do, Killian? I'm not like you, I don't have anything else!"
Emma slipped her hands into each of theirs. "Hey, we're not doing this, okay? We don't even know what your orders are. I knew what I was signing up for when I married you. We're happy, we're going to own our home. And…" She smiled hopefully. "I'm going to officially be a citizen by the end of the month."
"Truly?"
Emma nodded, squeezing Killian's hand. "Yeah. Regina called in a favor, got me moved up the queue. She seems to think everything's going to work out."
"Emma, that's bloody fantastic news," Liam said earnestly. "I know you've been worried about that."
"Not worried exactly. I just want it over with. This is the life I want." In truth, she was sometimes concerned about something going wrong, some suit showing up at their door and forcibly deporting her. As Paris reminded her, they had enemies, enemies with connections. Becoming a British citizen would end all that.
"Then you'll officially be Emma Swan-Jones," Killian added, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it.
She smiled, her new name making her feel all warm and gooey inside. "That was the point of filing the paperwork at the same time. A fresh start is the way I want to start our married life. But I would be really disappointed if you never called me Mrs. Jones."
"Perish the thought, dearest wife."
"We should celebrate," Liam said, his earlier frustration fading. Emma was right, there was no sense fretting about things that haven't happened yet. He had his wife and his brother; that was all he truly needed.
"Easy, Captain," Emma teased. "I think I might need a few hours."
He gave her a look. "I meant that we should go out. Perhaps spend some time with our friends. I know they would be very pleased to hear the good news."
She kissed his cheek. "I think that's a great idea." After her boys, her best friends were the people she most wanted to talk to. She missed them while in France. "I'll call Mary Margaret first thing in the morning."
"Just sign here, here and…here," Regina said, pointing to all the colored tabs. "This transfers responsibility for the townhouse's mortgage and upkeep to you."
Liam took the proffered pen and began signing where Regina indicated. It was a testament to how much they'd been through that he trusted what Regina was telling them. Emma was proud of him. "Thanks for doing all this, Regina. Seriously."
"Well, you didn't make it easy, insisting on putting the house in all of your names, but I do enjoy a challenge."
"Were there any problems?" Killian asked, taking the pen from Liam. When he and Liam first started discussing purchasing their home, they knew they wanted Emma to be a part of it. They wanted her to have a home, regardless of what happened to them.
"Miss Swan's past made things a bit tricky, but I can be very persuasive."
"My past?"
"Not your conviction," Regina assured her. "Those records are still officially sealed, so they can't use them against you. No, the question stemmed from your…uncertain living situations the years leading up to your move to London."
"Why would that matter?"
"Owning your own home is a huge responsibility."
"I know that," Emma snapped.
"Yes, and the bank just wants to be assured that you are a good investment. Once we went over your financials regarding your business and your quest for citizenship, all difficulties evaporated."
Emma glanced away, sorry that she'd snapped. Regina was just doing her job and doing it very well. "Thanks, Regina."
"Don't be so hard on yourself, Emma. I didn't become a lawyer to be loved."
"Why did you?"
Regina stiffened ever so slightly, her face a mask. "It was expected of me."
Emma didn't need her lie detector to know that Regina wasn't telling her the whole truth. But they didn't know each other well enough for her to probe. Still, Emma resolved to try and be a friend, if Regina would let her. Killian handed her the paperwork; Emma added her signature under her husbands', still signing as Swan. She couldn't sign legal documents as Swan-Jones until her name change was official. Unofficially, she was already using it, proud of her family. As far as she was concerned, she was a married woman whether it was legal or not.
"That it?"
Regina took the papers, checking to ensure all was in order. "I'll get these filed this afternoon, but essentially yes. The previous owner recently had the home refinanced; you're getting a very good deal."
"Aye," Liam agreed. "Looks like you can start looking for contractors, Killian."
"Contractors?"
"We're remodeling the master suite," Emma informed her. "It's a little small."
Regina arched an elegant brow, but asked no further questions. "Wasting no time then."
"We can't let all the noise stop us from living, Regina," Killian said seriously. "We won't."
"Then I wish you luck."
"That was surprisingly easy," Liam said as they got in the car.
"Expecting drama, brother?"
Liam rolled his eyes. "You're the dramatic one, Killian. Perhaps I built it up in my head too much."
Emma reached over the seat and laid her hand on his chest. "It's already our home, Liam. It just has our names on it now."
He lifted her hand to his lips. "I'm sure that's it. Getting control of something that's already ours is a bit anticlimactic."
"I don't know about you, but I could do without anything climatic…unless it's in the bedroom," Killian finished hastily. Emma laughed. "I'm ready to get back to our lives."
"In that case, we better hurry, the others are gonna be stuck waiting for us. Again."
Liam drove them to their favorite pub; they'd invited their friends for an evening out. Everyone had so much news, it only made sense to get together. David and Mary Margaret were already there; Mary Margaret jumped up to hug Emma the moment she saw them approaching the booth. "You're here!"
Emma hugged her friend tight. "We made it in one piece."
"Is it bad out there?"
Emma shrugged. "It is what it is."
"Vultures, the lot of them," Liam groused. "David."
David smiled dryly. "At least your wedding is over, man. I can't imagine the paps are worse than being suffocated by mountains of flowers and cards and fabric swatches."
"David!" Mary Margaret looked a little hurt. "It's not that bad."
"Our apartment looks like a wedding catalog. Don't you think you're going a little overboard?"
"But it's our wedding. It's supposed to be special."
David kissed his fiance's temple. "And it will be. I'd just like things a little…simpler."
"Why didn't you say so?"
"Because your mother just started speaking to me like she doesn't have something smelly under her nose."
"She does not!" But then Mary Margaret broke down in a fit of giggles. "Oh god, she really does. Sorry, David."
He shrugged. "It's not your fault. I just want to be married to you. I don't care where or when or who shows up."
"I'm a Captain now," Liam reminded them. "Find a ship, bring your license and I can marry you."
"Tomorrow work for you?"
"David, be serious."
He sighed. "Fine. But do we really need an eighty piece orchestra?"
Emma led Mary Margaret away before the debate could heat up. "Has it been that bad?"
"Now that we have a date, Mother's been after me to finalize the plans. I keep telling her that we're not extravagant, but she won't listen. I even showed her some pictures from your wedding; simple, beautiful, classy. And she just plows on ahead."
Emma blushed, flattered that someone like Mary Margaret would aspire to something she had done. "Is that why we need to go dress shopping again?"
"Yeah, sorry. I know you just got back and you're working, but you would be doing me a huge favor."
Emma ordered the table a round of beer and whatever fruity drink Mary Margaret had. "We can go next week, on one condition."
"Name it."
"The gang comes to game night at our house. No wedding talk, no jobs, no real life stuff. Just fun. And alcohol, of course."
"Fun sounds heavenly right now."
"Good."
Killian waited until the ladies were out of earshot, not difficult in the busy pub. "Mother in law got you down, mate?"
"She's not that bad, most of the time. I just hate that it's still so far away. But it was the only time we could fit into our schedules."
"Well if the explosion was of any benefit, it certainly made getting married easier."
"And how is it? Married life?"
Liam shrugged, thumb reflexively rubbing his ring. "Emma says it suits us. It feels…different, I suppose? I feel different at any rate." He didn't want to speak for Killian, but being married settled Liam in a way he never expected. He'd never seen himself as the restless one, but things just seemed to click into place once they were married. The only fly in the ointment, so to speak, was his own learning curve in the bedroom. They'd not played once since they returned home and after the night at Céder, Liam couldn't help but wonder if he was the reason.
"I think what Liam is trying to say is that it's the best bloody decision we ever made, mate. You'll see."
Ruby and Victor arrived just as the ladies were returning with drinks; there was another round of hugging and happy smiles. It turned out the trio were not the only ones with news; Ruby was sporting a shiny diamond surrounded by rubies.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Mary Margaret demanded.
"I wanted to wait until we were all together." Ruby was beaming, Victor adorably shy. Emma owed him big time for looking after Liam when she couldn't; she was thrilled for them.
"This calls for a toast!" Liam stood, raising his bottle high. "To Victor and Ruby. I wish you many happy years together. Just do us all a favor and elope!"
Everyone laughed, Emma most of all. Liam could be so serious; it was nice to see him have a little fun, even joke. She kissed his cheek, then joined the others in the toast. More drinks arrived and Emma slid into the booth between her boys, allowing herself to hope that perhaps soon all the odds and ends of their life would fall into place.
Liam was up early the following Monday, padding downstairs in stocking feet. They had orders to report to Admiral Tyler at nine AM sharp and he wanted to make breakfast for his family one more time before their domestic routine was either shattered or drastically changed. He didn't want to admit it, but he was nervous. He couldn't stop thinking about what Killian had said; about his loyalty being misplaced. He hated what happened to Emma, but he blamed individuals for that, not the entire institution. The Navy made him into the man he was today, the man Emma loved. It couldn't be all bad, could it?
Killian rolled over, gathering the nearby warm body in his arms. His wife was still sleeping, arms and legs askew. He wanted to hold onto the peace and contentment of this moment, bottle it, store it for a rainy day. The future they fought so hard for was laid out in front of them, they just had to take it. That, of course, meant leaving the warm fluffy bed, which was not high on Killian's list of priorities. Just a few more minutes.
"Hmm." Emma hummed, waking just enough to try and turn over, only to be stopped by strong arms around her middle. "'S too early."
"Never too early for cuddles, lass."
"You're like a furnace."
"You're comfy." To prove his point, he pulled her closer, nose buried in her golden tresses.
"Ugh." She managed to turn over, only to be greeted by the solid wall of his chest. "I thought only girls like to cuddle."
"You thought wrong, darling." Holding his Emma in his arms was Killian's idea of perfection.
"Where's Liam?"
Killian frowned, peaking over her shoulder to see an empty bed. "Not sure."
Despite her earlier protest, Emma burrowed closer, craving his warmth. "Should we be worried?"
"If he wants to talk, he knows where we are."
When Liam returned to the bedroom to shower, they were still tangled up together, sleeping peacefully. It warmed his heart, seeing his two favorite people snuggled together and at peace. He wondered how he could have ever been jealous, how he could have questioned his place in this trio. What he felt now was unconditional, deep and pure, his only desire was to keep them safe. He left the bathroom door open, hoping that if he made enough noise they would join him.
Emma woke up again to the sound of water running. The bed to her right was empty; Liam must be in the shower. Was it time to wake up already? As if on cue, her alarm went off. "Damn it." She rolled out of Killian's arms to shut the damn thing off.
"Time, love?" Killian asked with a yawn.
"Yeah. Liam's already in the shower."
"Of course he is, the overachiever."
"I thought you wanted to go back to work."
"I do, I just don't want to leave the bed."
"Come on, sailor. Up you get."
"Aye, aye, Captain." Still yawning, Killian threw the covers off and swung his feet onto the carpet. "Come on, before he uses all the hot water."
Emma huffed. "He will not."
"Can't a man enjoy a shower with his wife?"
"You're the worst." But she was smiling as she followed him into the bathroom. The mirror was already fogged over, just how long had Liam been in there? "Liam?"
"Am I getting company, love?"
"Do you want some?"
"Always."
Emma peeled off her borrowed shirt and pulled open the door, Killian following suit behind her. Pleasantly hot water struck her skin the moment she stepped in, causing her to moan. "Hmm, just the way I like it."
"And you are just the way I like," Liam teased, pulling her close and kissing her deeply. Emma responded in kind, hands sliding over his wet skin. "Naked and wet."
"Think you're gonna get lucky, Captain Jones?"
He grinned, guiding her hand to his semi hard cock. "Only if the lady is willing, sweetheart."
"Oh she is." Her hand slid over him expertly, relishing how quickly she could bring him to full hardness. "The only question is should we get clean before or after the hot sex?"
"Why not both?" But it was Killian and not Liam who had spoken. Emma giggled as he squeezed soap onto her skin, one hand working it into suds as he handed the bottle to Liam. She dragged the elder Jones' lips to hers as their hands worked over her wet skin, a sensual and erotic washing that quickly had her trembling with need. Her hands weren't idle, rubbing soap into hairy chests, tongue lapping water from their necks. Liam slipped his hand between her thighs, working her clit roughly, just the way she liked. Killian nipped at her throat, his hands cupping her ass, finger circling her puckered hole.
"Oh fuck," she gasped, her knees shaking.
"God, I need you, love," Liam gasped, rutting into her hand.
"Please, god, please." Killian held her steady, hot water pounding his back. Emma turned her head and kissed him sloppily as Liam forced her legs around his waist and slid home. "Fuuuuck."
"Hang on, lass." Liam gripped her hips as he drove into her over and over, desperate to find just the right angle to make her scream.
The heat of the water, their slippery soapy bodies…everything was perfect. Emma curled one arm behind Killian's neck, arching hard, forcing Liam deeper inside her. "Shit! Shit! Fuck, right there, Liam!"
They tumbled back a bit so Killian's back hit the tile, bracing them all on something solid. He grabbed Emma's knees and pulled her legs up, allowing Liam to fuck her with abandon, thumb hard on her clit. Her orgasm crashed into her hard and fast, her scream of ecstasy echoing off the tile. Liam rode her through it, finally giving into his own pleasure, groaning her name in joy. They panted hard, Liam peppering her face with kisses. "I love you so much, darling."
Emma's head lolled, sparks still jumping across her skin. "I know." She cupped his cheek and drew his mouth to hers, kissing him languidly. "Hmmm, Killian?"
Killian ran wet kisses over her shoulder, now rinsed of suds. "Right here, my love."
"Your turn."
"Sure?"
She nodded. "Yeah." Her legs shook but she turned between them and kissed her husband deeply, hand curling around his cock. "Love when you both fuck me."
She was a wanton, dirty girl, his Emma and he didn't want her any other way. Liam helped guide them to the ledge, relishing the look of pure pleasure on his wife's face as his brother took her. Emma's gaze briefly locked with his, love shining in her eyes. She loved that he wanted to watch her, that he enjoyed this as much as she did. She gasped as Killian found the right spot, bringing her attention back to him.
"Hmm, there you are."
Emma dug her heels into his back, nails in his biceps. "Ugh, that feels so good."
"Squeeze me, Emma," Killian panted. "Fuck, you're so wet." She was quivering around him, aftershocks rocking her as he plunged into her tight sheath over and over. "So good."
Canting her hips between him and the tile, she dragged her nails down his chest, working her inner muscles to comply with his request. One of the most amazing things about being with her boys was actually finding out more about herself, her wants and desires, her own body. They knew every little thing to make her gasp and scream and she could do the same for them. "Harder," she pleaded. "Want to feel you today."
Both brothers groaned, Emma's need for them incredible. Killian grunted, letting go, control lost, rutting into her wildly. They came together, like a little explosion, Emma bucking against the wet tile. Killian pinned her hips with his, cock still buried within her, holding her until he softened. He kissed her lightly, murmuring softly. Emma hummed, lazy and sated. Once he was sure she wouldn't fall, he and Liam got the showerhead and thoroughly cleaned and rinsed them off. Emma recovered enough to exit the shower under her own steam (pun intended), pleased that her boys truly had left their imprint on her. She would be pleasantly achy all day, a reminder of what she had to come home to.
"What smells good?"
Liam grinned. "I might have started cooking."
"What?"
"Breakfast casserole."
"You're a god."
He laughed, cheeks flushing. "Hardly, sweetheart. But you haven't even tried it yet."
"You made it. I don't need to." She pecked his lips sweetly, then headed for the closet, towel wrapped around her body.
"It does smell fantastic," Killian admitted. "Thanks, Liam."
Emma, of course, was correct about breakfast. No one spoke of the unknown, the orders looming over them. Instead, they talked about their plans, Killian's quest for a contractor to renovate the master suite, how much they were willing to spend, the game night Emma invited their friends to. In over a year together, they'd never entertained in their home before, aside from the infamous interview. Emma thought it would be a fun way to spend time with the people they cared about.
"When does the Sherwood make port?"
Killian smiled fondly at her. "Listen to you, love. Almost like a proper sailor."
She playfully shoved his shoulder. "Hey!"
"It's a compliment!"
"Yeah, yeah." But she was smiling. "Are you gonna answer my question?"
"Middle of next week. They'll probably take the Suez to save fuel."
"Good, I want to invite Will and Robin."
"Sounds good to me, lass."
Emma cleaned up while they got ready; she planned on driving them to the new Navy offices before going to work herself. The Whitehall site was cleared now; there was a debate going on in Parliament about rebuilding. Many were opposed, wishing to turn the place into a memorial. Others wanted to rebuild it exactly as it was. Emma only cared in so far as it affected her boys. Their nightmares had largely stopped; Emma wasn't naïve enough to think that she was the sole cause of their healing. Time helped. The counseling helped. Getting away from London for a little while helped. They hadn't been anywhere near Whitehall since the explosion; Emma hoped to keep it that way.
"Ready, love?"
Emma turned to find Liam standing there, hat under his arm, so handsome in his uniform. "Yeah, just a sec." She dried her hands on a towel and smiled. "How does it feel?"
"Familiar but…different. I've never been off duty this long."
She stepped over and hugged him tight. "It's gonna be okay."
"Is that for you or for me, love?"
"Both? I hate to admit it, but I've gotten used to having you guys home all the time."
"We'll miss you too, Emma. Think if it this way, our time together will be much more precious."
She nodded, not wanting to bring things down with her worry about them getting deployed. She had to put on her big girl pants; she was a Navy wife now. Their careers were no less important than hers. "Okay, let's go. Don't want to be late!"
Thirty minutes later, Emma pulled up in front of the modern office building, all steel and glass. It was very different from the stone of Whitehall. Each brother kissed her farewell before exiting the car, Killian waving as she pulled into traffic. "What the bloody hell is this?"
"Admiral Tyler's office is on the tenth floor. Navy's sharing this place with RAF, brother."
"And half of London," Killian groused, following Liam's lead. "Why here? Do you think something's up?" He'd been reluctant to speculate in front of Emma; she was upset enough about the prospect of them getting deployed. He was so grateful that the doctors held off on clearing he and Liam until after they returned from the honeymoon. The fact that Admiral Tyler asked them to report to him in person seemed suspicious.
"I've no idea. Let's just get this over with." For Liam, the suspense was the worst thing about this. He was ready to serve, even if the idea of leaving Emma for months cut him to the quick. But he would not shirk his duty. He worked too hard to get this opportunity.
The effects of the explosion were evident immediately; they passed through metal detectors upon entry, then had their IDs examined. Once they passed the security screening, movement was unrestricted. They were recognized by a variety of people, some colleagues, some neither brother had ever met. That made things awkward, as Killian was under no illusions that the attention was based on their notoriety in the press rather than their service records. He saw Liam's jaw clench, so he deftly steered him to the elevator before anything unpleasant happened. His brother was never going to like being better known for who he loved than how he performed his duties.
Liam let out a breath the moment the doors closed; he wasn't used to Killian taking care of him like that. "Thanks, brother."
"It'll die down. Hell, we might only be around here for a few days."
"You don't want that. To go to sea."
"I will serve wherever asked."
"That's not what I said."
"Do you want to abandon Emma for months on end?"
"Of course not. But we swore an oath to Queen and Country."
"We're going around in circles, Liam. If we are ordered to go, I will go. But I prefer to find a way to serve in a capacity that enables me to stay with our wife. Our life is here, brother. It may not be perfect, but it's ours." Falling in love with Emma changed Killian in a way he never expected. While he was never as dedicated to the Navy as Liam, he fully expected to serve for life. He did love the Navy, being a sailor. But now he could happily own a small vessel, take it out on the Thames, and spend many hours with his family. His wife, his brother and their children was far more important than an institution that looked down on him for who he loved.
The debate was pointless, as their fate would be determined by someone else. A yeoman pointed them in the right direction; Admiral Tyler was in a corner office, officers coming and going a brisk clip. Liam rapped smartly on the doorjamb, hat under his arm.
"Enter."
Liam led them, snapping to attention in front of the Admiral's desk. "Captain Liam Jones and Commander Killian Jones reporting as ordered, sir."
Tyler nodded, setting aside the file he was perusing. "At ease, Captain. Commander." He stood, his arm slightly stiff, but no longer in a sling. "I have to say, it is good to see you both. You've been missed."
"Thank you, sir."
"How are you feeling? I know you've been cleared…"
"One hundred percent," Killian chimed in. He was the more grievously wounded in the explosion; it was important for everyone to know he was fit.
"No need to sound so defensive, Commander. I've read your fit reps. But we've known one another a long time, gentlemen. Killian…" Killian stared; Tyler had never used his given name before. "You went above and beyond the call of duty. I like to think we can be honest, yes?"
Killian relaxed. "Honestly, sir, a bit anxious. Ready to get back to work."
"Married life not agree with you?"
"No, nothing like that. Emma…she's amazing, sir."
"An extraordinary woman," Tyler agreed. "Give her my best when you see her."
"We will," Liam said. "We're ready to return to duty, sir. We've sat on the sidelines long enough."
"I'm pleased to hear that, Liam. Things are chaotic at best and we could use every man on deck."
"You have orders for us? Where are we going?"
Tyler glanced away. "I do have orders for you. Normally, they would just be delivered to you, but I pulled a few strings to handle things this way. You've given this institution too much to be blindsided."
"Blindsided? Admiral, I'm afraid I don't understand."
Tyler picked up two thin envelopes and handed one to each brother. "Gold is delaying his retirement. He feels very strongly that his place is at the helm of his ship. It will be some time until another billet worthy of your service opens up, Captain. Especially if it is still your desire to continue to serve together. I'm sorry."
Liam's brows knitted; nothing about this made sense. Gold was old, irascible; no one actually liked the man. He was a legend, true, but even legends sailed off into the sunset. Liam did everything right, he waited his turn. He was a good officer. He played by the rules. Floundering, he slid his finger under the flap of the envelope, paper tearing. He unfolded the official communication, eyes scanning the words, not quite comprehending them.
"Liam?" Killian couldn't read his brother's face, which worried him. He left his own orders unopened and took the paper from Liam, skimming quickly. "Operations?"
"Bloody paper pusher," Liam growled, fists balled tight. "Useless."
"You'll have an entire staff that answers to you," Tyler said, trying to soften the blow. He could see how badly the man's pride was hurt. He was furious on Liam's behalf but he'd exhausted his pull with his superiors. "It's important work."
Liam did not look mollified. Killian examined the orders closer; it was a good opportunity, although he could see why Liam was upset. He'd worked hard to make Captain; captains went to sea. To be tied to a desk…it was extraordinarily difficult to transfer to the line after years on staff. Taking over for Gold was Liam's chance. Now that seemed to be dashed.
He felt terrible for Liam, but Killian couldn't help but be curious about his own future. He expected to find something that named him Liam's right hand; they could have adjoining desks, be home with Emma every night. What he found shocked him. "There must be some mistake."
"You've earned it, Killian. I spoke to Captain Anderson personally. He's happy to bring you on board."
"Anderson? Naval intelligence?" Liam demanded.
"Aye." Killian couldn't shake his disbelief. Sure, he'd worked the intelligence side on Tyler's staff, but he'd always done it hand in hand with Liam. They were two sides of the same coin, a team. These orders were separating them for the first time since Killian entered the service.
Liam opened his mouth, closed it again. Jealousy coiled in his belly, cold green envy, and shame washed over him. Little more than a month ago, he'd begged Killian to help him be the brother Killian deserved and at the first test, he was jealous at his brother's advancement. "I'm sorry, Killian. You'll be brilliant."
Killian shook his head. "No, this is wrong. I can't take this post, sir. Please express my gratitude, but I'll serve in Operations with my brother."
Liam glared at Killian. "Don't you dare, Killian. Don't throw away this opportunity. Not for me."
"But Liam…"
Liam gently grasped his brother's shoulders. His own pride stung like a bitch, but Killian's future was bright. "It's like you said, brother. A way to serve that allows us to really build our family. With Emma, every day."
"Liam…are you sure?"
"Don't be daft; of course I'm sure." Perhaps not so much that he was sure, as it was that there was no other choice to make. He had to put his family first, ahead of his own ego. Operations wasn't the worst duty station. And he would be in London, get to sleep with his lovely, amazing wife every night. He would take the rest as it came and strive to be the man his family deserved.