Author's note: The muse demanded this update be written. And I don't argue with my muse. Feed the muse, be happy! Our favorite trio is back together and starting to deal with the fallout. Enjoy!
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Chapter 3
A sharp kick to his shin jerked him out of a deep sleep. Killian grunted in pain, disoriented, clutching a whimpering, shaking Emma in his arms. She was still asleep, her face scrunched up. Was she having a nightmare? Gently, he tried shaking her. "Emma? Darling, wake up."
Emma's eyes snapped open, her panic clear. "Killian," she breathed, one hand fisting his shirt.
"Shh, it's alright. I've got you."
She allowed herself to relax a little; her heart was still racing. It had felt real. Too real. "Sorry. I did I hurt you?" They were still wedged together in the narrow gurney; Liam lay just behind her in its twin.
"No harm done, love." He kissed the crown of her head, his free hand rubbing her back. "Bad dream?"
She nodded against his chest. "Yeah." She remembered vividly how it had been for the boys when they came home from the hospital after the attack on Whitehall. They'd had nightmares for weeks. The situation wasn't very conducive to a good night's sleep, but she refused to leave them. Having her there soothed them.
Now, she thought, it was her turn.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
She didn't want to face the images she'd seen yet. Maybe not ever. "Not yet. Will you just hold me?"
"Of course." He made no complaint when she crawled on top of him, using his whole body as her pillow. When she laid her head on his chest, she spotted Liam watching.
"Did I wake you?"
Liam shrugged, reaching across the small space that separated them. Emma followed suit, gratefully taking his hand. He squeezed gently, a soft smile on his lips. "How are you, sweetheart?"
She sighed. "Sore, mostly. I'll be okay." Whether she was trying to convince him or herself, she wasn't sure. The doctor assured her that her physical wounds would heal just fine. She wasn't worried about that. She was worried about forgiving herself for getting them into this mess. All she wanted was to go home.
"When we get back to the hotel, we'll run you a nice hot bath."
"Only if you join me."
That got him to smile. "There's my girl."
She looked down at her hand, belatedly remembering that her rings were missing. "Um…Neal took my rings. And my anchor necklace. I'm sorry." It made her emotional, even though it was just metal. She wanted her rings back, damn it.
Liam brought her ringless finger to his lips and kissed it. "We'll get them back."
"He destroyed the necklace."
"Emma, none of this is your fault," Killian reminded her. "Your necklace can be replaced. So can the rings."
"Killian, that was your mother's ring!"
"The police have Neal in custody, lass. If he has them, then they're safe. We get them back for you. The important thing is that you are safe. I don't give a damn about those rings. All I need is you back in my arms."
She sniffed, touched but still upset about her missing jewelry. "I know I'm being silly…"
"Hush," Liam scolded. Not harshly, but firmly. "You're allowed to feel whatever it is you're feeling, Emma. All we're saying is that jewelry is replaceable. You aren't." He sucked in a breath. "That was the most difficult 36 hours of my life, love. I was so afraid we would never see you again."
She squeezed his hand. "I know exactly how you feel."
"I don't know how you did it," he replied honestly. "Without Killian, I wouldn't have made it."
Killian nodded in agreement. "We were falling apart," he admitted. "It was horrible."
"All I could think about was getting back to you," Emma said quietly. "Or die trying."
Killian instinctively tightened his hold, furious at what she had gone through. "I'm so sorry, my love."
"I wanna go home."
"I promise we'll get you there as soon as we can, darling."
"There are some things we'll need to take care of here first," Liam said sadly.
"The police?"
He nodded. "The detective working your case wanted to question you last night, but we told her no."
Emma smiled, grateful. "Thanks." Her post abduction examination had been humiliating enough. She'd explained over and over that Neal hadn't touched her—he certainly hadn't forced himself on her—but the doctors insisted on doing a full examination, including a rape kit. She'd had to stand there naked while they took pictures of her bruises and scrapes, contorting her body to get the angles they needed. She knew it was necessary, but it was almost like reliving it all over again. She wouldn't have made it, if she'd been forced to talk to the police right after.
"We'll hold her off as long as you need."
Emma shook her head. "Delaying means longer until we get home. I want out of this place." Not just the hospital. She wanted out of New York. Out of the United States. She wanted to go back to England, to London, to their townhouse in Paddington. She would be damned if she allowed Neal Cassidy to take her life from her.
"I couldn't agree more, lass."
They managed to doze for a little bit longer; Emma woke again to bright light. "Ugh."
A shocked nurse stood in the doorway. "I, uh, need to check your vitals."
Emma was beyond caring what anyone thought about her and her boys. "So check them and get out."
"But…"
"They're not leaving. If you have a problem, you can come back later."
The nurse scurried away; the boys laughed. "You might have been a bit hard on her, love," Killian murmured.
"Did you see her face? I'm done indulging other people's prejudice." Especially after what Neal said. Like so many others, he tried to shame her for what she felt, who she loved. He thought he could "fix" her, like she was some broken toaster or something. Emma was officially over it. She loved both Jones boys and she was proud of it.
Liam frowned; there was something about Emma's words that worried him. "Did he say something to you, Emma? About us?"
"He hates you. He said all kinds of things. Nothing overly original, but it was different, coming from someone I thought I knew. He thinks you guys stole me from him."
"What? That's utter rubbish!" Killian growled. "He abandoned you!"
"It made me realize something. We're never going to be accepted. There will always be people who will judge us. I'm not going to let that stop us from living the kind of life we want."
"What kind of life is that?"
She looked from one to the other, love and determination shining in her eyes. "One filled with love. And family. I'm more certain than ever that I want to be a mom someday. Give a kid the kind of life we didn't get to have. If you guys still want that?"
They both nodded. "Emma, of course we do. But there's no rush." Liam cupped her cheek. "I think I want a little more time with my wife first." She'd just had a traumatic experience; she needed time to heal. They had plenty of time for babies. After being terrified of losing her, he wanted to be selfish with her for a long while.
She turned her head and kissed his palm. Once, then twice, then three times. She smiled as Liam's eyes fluttered shut, moving her head to take a single long digit into her mouth. Killian sighed under her, his hands sliding down over her ass. Her hospital gown covered nothing; she shivered at the feel of his hands on her skin. "Emma."
"Hmm?" She squirmed against Killian's hard body, arousal sparking deep in her core. It seemed crazy that she could think about sex at a time like this, but she could still feel Neal crawling under her skin. She hated it. She needed him gone. She needed her boys to reclaim what was theirs.
Liam bit his lip; the sight of Emma sucking greedily on his finger was driving him crazy. But they'd just gotten her back. Surely, she needed to rest? "Bloody hell, love."
"Does that door lock?"
"Emma, this is crazy." Killian kissed her exposed throat; his hands kneaded her ass. This was all kinds of wrong, but he'd missed her so much.
"So?" She ground her hips over Killian's hardening cock. "What happened to living the life we want?"
"Are you sure? The doctor…"
"Says I'll be okay. It's just some bumps and bruises." She bent over her husband and kissed him deeply. "I need you. I need us. Right here. Right now."
"Fucking hell." Liam pushed the two gurneys apart, so he could lock the door to the room. He knew there were some police outside, but he no longer cared. His wife needed them. By the time he returned Emma was sitting up, straddling his brother's lap and taking off her nearly ruined gown. He grabbed her chin and dragged her mouth to his, pouring all his fear and worry into the kiss. Emma fisted his shirt, giving as good as she got. Her other lover wasn't idle, palming her breasts, thumbing the nipples into hard points.
"Fuck, that's good," she breathed, arching into his touch. Endorphins dulled her soreness; she needed more.
"Feel how slick she is, brother," Killian growled. "She feels so hot."
Liam slipped one large hand between her legs, quickly finding her clit. Emma keened as he stroked her, fresh waves of need coating his fingers. "Fuck, I missed you, darling."
She nodded, grinding against his hand. "Please. Don't stop." Between Killian rolling and pinching her nipples and Liam fingering her sex, she was already close. They were the only ones who could do this to her, who could make her feel this. Desired. Loved. Cherished. Safe. She never wanted to let go.
"Come for us, sweetheart," Liam murmured. "Come."
The pressure burst low in her belly; she crushed her mouth to Liam's to muffle her cries of pleasure. All her soreness faded against such bliss. "More," she pleaded, buzzing but not sated. "Fuck, more."
Liam stripped first, unencumbered by a needy Emma in his lap. She giggled in delight as he lifted her off the gurney and laid her out on its twin. He climbed on top of her easily, slipping between her legs. Emma moaned into his hungry kiss, grinding her hips against his, his heavy thick cock sliding right over her sensitive clit. "Yes, god yes."
"Emma, Emma, Emma," Liam whispered over and over. "Need you."
"Please." She bit her lip, on the verge of shamelessly begging for his cock. She wanted to forget the last two days, forget and revel in the love she had for these two amazing brothers. She was keenly aware of Killian watching, waiting patiently, his shirt gone, and his pants undone. She caught a glimpse of his impressive cock; it reminded her again of her taunt at Neal.
There was no room in her life for some little boy throwing a temper tantrum. She needed men.
Her thought abruptly cut off as Liam took her in one long stroke. She gasped and clutched at his shoulders, the intrusion sharp but heavenly. A low curse tumbled from her lips. "Fuck yes."
"Jesus, woman," Liam groaned, stilling to regain his composure. In some ways, this felt like the first time all over again, her walls hot and slick and tight around him. His Emma was a sexual creature, glorious and wild; he loved that about her. She could be the wanton siren and the sweet tender hearted girl of his dreams. She was perfect.
"Feels so good, Liam," she whimpered. "So good."
"I love you so fucking much," he growled, kissing her deeply as he started to thrust. Deep firm strokes, both of them reveling in the feel of each other. It felt like they hadn't been together for weeks; Emma happily toke everything he gave her. She needed to feel them inside her, long after they were gone. Her eyes found Killian's, the blue stormy and dark, his need for her sending a fresh wave of lust through her. She loved this, being watched, indulging in her need for both brothers.
"Love you," she replied, arching as Liam ducked his head to take a nipple into his mouth. "Fuck."
"That's it," Killian said at last. He knelt down, his voice right by her ear. "Such a good girl, lass. Do you want to come?"
"Yes!"
"I think I want to see you come." Emma was always glorious, but he loved watching her fall apart. It didn't matter if she was with him or Liam or both at the same time. He lived for her pleasure.
Liam was close; he hitched her left leg up, so he could get her there with him. Emma keened as he sank even deeper inside her, hitting her g spot perfectly. God, she loved the way they knew her body. In moments, she was coming, her scream muffled by the only pillow, her walls still fluttering as Liam emptied himself inside her with her name on his lips.
Emma panted for air; her skin tingled. Two sets of lips caressed her damp skin, lingering gently over some of her bruises. By the time Liam's mouth found hers again, she was ready for round two. "Oh god."
Cool air touched her skin as Liam reluctantly climbed off her. Killian picked her up and brought her back to her little bed. Naked now, he climbed in with her, hitching her leg over his hip. "Okay, darling?"
"More than okay, sailor." She kissed him deeply, thoroughly, the way she wanted to the night before but didn't feel like she had the right. But they still loved her. They forgave her for bringing this nightmare into their lives. They still wanted her.
"Missed you so fucking much." He twisted, pulling her on top of him. She took the hint, grinding over him, coating his cock with a mixture of her arousal and his brother's seed. It was everything he thought he'd never have again, the love and desire of this extraordinary woman. "Please, love. Ride me. Please."
She smiled as she raised her hips, sliding onto him easily. Their matching groans echoed in the room; Emma braced her hands on his chest and started to move. He felt so good inside her, filling her up, sliding along her slick walls. He grabbed her ass as she rode him, which only excited her more. She knew she was completely safe in their hands. No one could take that away, not even Neal.
"Yes, yes," she murmured, feeling a couple of warm fingers rub her puckered hole.
Liam groaned, mesmerized by her. "Can't wait to get you home," he murmured. They had a whole new master suite waiting to be christened back in London. This might give them the time to do it properly.
"Me too." She sat up and kissed him, still bouncing in Killian's lap. "Wanna feel whole."
"How?"
"Both of you inside me. Feels so good."
"Our perfect lass." Killian pushed himself up, holding her by the hips with one hand, the other finding her clit. "Come, love. One more time for me."
She nodded hard, hanging on to his shoulders as she moved faster. She and Killian climaxed together, not bothering to be quiet, each releasing the last of the fear and tension that plagued them the last few days. Emma hung on for dear life, finally beginning to accept that everything would be okay.
Killian held her as they came down from their highs; part of him couldn't believe they'd just done that, but the rest of him agreed with Emma. It was time to stop seeking the acceptance of the rest of the world. What they shared a trio was unique and special; he wouldn't give it up for the world. He loved Emma too much. He loved seeing his brother happy. They all fit together perfectly.
"Do you think the officers outside appreciated the show?" he whispered in his wife's ear.
She blushed. "Is it weird that I don't care?"
He shook his head. "Not at all. We've indulged in far more kinky things than this."
Emma settled in on her side, humming appreciatively as Liam helped get her cleaned up. The nurses would really freak out if they knew how not sanitary they'd just made the room. She wasn't ashamed, but she wanted to explain. She waited until Liam was back in the second bed, his hand resting possessively on her hip. As the endorphins faded, she could feel the soreness creeping back in, but she didn't regret being with them for a second. She needed the reminder that they were still…them.
"What are you thinking, love?"
She threaded her fingers through Liam's, where they rested on her hip, while laying the other on Killian's chest. "It might sound a bit crazy."
"After what we just did, I doubt it," Killian assured her.
"Well, it's about that. I just…I wanted to feel…"
"Normal?" Liam supplied.
She sighed with relief. Of course, they would get it. "Yeah. I never expected to see…him," she didn't want to use his name, "again. After what happened…"
"Did he hurt you?" Killian asked, his jaw clenching.
"No, at least not like you're thinking." She kissed him swiftly to reassure him. "I tried to explain that to the doctors last night, but they wouldn't listen. Anyway, he hit me. Once."
Liam tensed behind her, his hold on her fingers almost painful. Killian looked thunderous. "If I ever get my bloody hands on him…"
Emma turned awkwardly, her hand cupping Liam's jaw. "Down, Captain. I appreciate it, but I'd rather have you here with me, okay? You've defended my honor enough already. You guys found me. We're together and that's all that matters."
"But Emma…"
"Shh." She kissed him, her shifting weight nearly overbalancing the two gurneys. But it was worth it. "I don't want to let either of you out of my sight."
"On that, Emma, we agree." Killian brushed some of her hair away from her bruised face. "How do you feel?"
"Still sore, but more like me. Looking forward to that bath."
He leaned in and kissed her cheek; she flinched just a little. "Apologies, lass."
"No, it's okay. Once we get out of here, you can kiss all my boo boos better." She smiled a little, holding his hand over her belly.
"We should probably get dressed," Liam said sadly. "They'll be looking for you soon enough."
She knew he was right, but she still hated it. "Okay."
Emma curled up under the covers while the boys dressed. Killian found another gown in one of the supply drawers; her original one was shredded. They tried to put the room back into some sort of order, but it was pointless. They weren't hiding what they were to each other. And if Emma had to stay another night, then they would be right back in those gurneys, holding her as she slept.
The blushing nurse and a doctor arrived shortly after Liam unlocked the door. "How are we feeling today?"
"Hungry," Emma said honestly. "I would kill for some coffee."
The doctor looked at her chart. "I don't see why not. Your tests seem to be normal. The abrasions and cuts should heal in time. We'll do another CT scan, just to be safe. You were very lucky."
"How's her head?" Liam asked. He'd suffered a concussion at Whitehall; he wanted to be sure.
"As I suspected. A mild concussion. The best thing for it is rest. But if you suffer any dizziness or double vision, you should seek treatment, Mrs. Jones. As soon as possible."
"When can we take her home?"
"This afternoon, if her CT comes back clear. You live in England?"
"Aye, London."
"I'd wait a few days before flying. Make sure you don't have any lingering symptoms."
That sucked, but Emma was certain they wouldn't be able to go home until the police were done with her. As long as she got out of the hospital, she could cope. "What about sex?"
The doctor blinked. "I'm sorry?"
She fought back a smirk. "Is it okay for me to have sex?"
The doctor was middle aged, early fifties maybe? But he fumbled like some bewildered teenage boy. "I, uh." He looked at her chart again. "We tested you for STDs; those results aren't back yet. I think…"
"I'm clean," Emma said firmly. "I get tested regularly. I keep telling you guys, no one touched me. Now, Doctor, I want to know if it's alright for me to have sex with my husbands?"
Killian was doing his best not to laugh. That cart was already out of the barn. But he had to admit, he was curious. The last thing the boys wanted was to impede her recovery. The truth was, they simply didn't do well without sex. Emma had tried to give them space after they came home from the hospital, denying both herself and them. It blew up into one of the biggest fights they'd ever had as a trio. While it ultimately worked itself out, if they didn't have to go through that this time, it would be much appreciated.
The nurse was blushing furiously; the doctor continued to stare at her chart. Liam spoke up. "It's a simple question, Doctor."
"Technically, yes, but…"
"Fantastic."
"But rest is the best way to heal," the doctor insisted. "You've been through a traumatic experience."
"No offense, Doctor, but getting my life back will be the best cure. I promise to take it easy, but I want to go home." So no hardcore play until she was better. She could live with that. But to abstain entirely? They would all go mad. No, they needed the expression their sexual desires gave them. For their mental health.
"I'll see what I can do."
The nurse took her vitals before leaving; Emma rolled her eyes at the young woman's retreating back. "You'd think they'd never seen married people before."
"Well, they do say that sex gets worse after marriage," Liam teased.
"Whoever said that never met us."
He kissed her brow, right over her stitches. "I think I like this new forthright Emma."
"I've always been forthright."
"True, but there's something different now."
She smiled as he sat on the edge of her bed, taking one of her hands in his larger ones. "I'm just tired of tiptoeing around other people's sensibilities, you know? I mean, I wondered how this would work when we first got together. If it could last."
Liam nodded; he'd shared similar thoughts. For months, he wrestled with unwanted jealousy, torn between wondering how things would have been different if he'd be the first to approach Emma and loving their life as it was. He never wanted to be jealous of his brother. But the truth was, sharing Emma's love had come easier to the younger Jones. Liam envied him that. They'd all worked through it; Liam accepted without question that Emma's love for them was equally strong and true. She had so much love to give; he knew she would be a wonderful mother someday.
"I knew we'd work it out," Killian said, sitting on her other side. Emma smiled; she loved how sure he was. Killian never waivered in his belief that their trio was meant to be.
"Thank you," she said sincerely. "That means a lot."
"You're worth it," he said simply. "Always."
She leaned forward, gently pressing her lips to his. She felt her bruises, but she needed him more. Just sharing this time with them was helping heal her wounded soul. "I love you. I love you both so much."
"We love you too, sweetheart."
Emma was all for curling up together again, but their reprieve was short lived. Just as Liam was bringing her some breakfast—including her much needed coffee—the police showed up. An Asian woman about Emma's age entered the room with a couple of other officers in tow. "Hello, Mrs. Jones. I'm Detective Fa. I've been working your case."
"Where is Neal?"
"In custody. We're currently holding him for the shooting, but we need your help. Could you answer some questions for me? If you're feeling up to it?"
"You don't have to," Killian assured her.
"No, I just want to get this over with." She shot her boys a grateful look, but she was going to have to talk about it sooner or later. If this got her home faster, then she was for it. "Okay, go ahead."
"Can you tell me what you remember? Maybe starting with Monday?"
Emma took a deep steadying breath, folding her hands in front of her. She spoke slowly, recalling every detail she could about the accident, the warehouse, the men who'd held her. Some of the memories were fuzzy, but she thought she got all the important stuff. Mulan seemed frustrated by the gap of time where she was unconscious, but Emma couldn't worry about that. It wasn't like there was anything she could do about it!
"You're sure no one assaulted you? Not even when you were unconscious?"
Emma's eyes snapped up. "I would know, Detective."
"Some women…"
"No, you don't seem to get it. Those men were deathly afraid of Neal. There is no way in hell they would risk his wrath if they touched me any more than necessary. Ed made some lewd comments, but that's it."
"What about Cassidy?"
Emma shook her head. "He thought he could win me back. He wanted me to want him. He's officially gone off the deep end."
"Win you back? You knew him before?"
"When I was a kid, yeah. I was sixteen when I met him."
"That would make him…"
"Twenty four."
Mulan scribbled down the details. "Where was this?"
"Portland, Oregon. We stole from convenience stores and stuff. I was just a kid; I ran away from a group home and was on my own until I met him. I thought he cared about me."
"You were sexually active?"
"Yeah, he was my first. Until he left me to take the fall for his crime. I didn't know I was pregnant until I was in jail."
Mulan frowned, confused. Some of this was in Emma's file, but most of it was new information to her. "But you don't have a child?"
"No, I miscarried. I never tried to contact Neal; he had no right to know anyway. As soon as I got out, I worked to get my life straight." She turned to Liam and Killian. "He knows. I was so upset about the way he talked about us that I told him. About the baby. He lost it." That was the first time she'd ever truly been afraid of him. Then he hit her, threatened to kill her boys…again. She wrapped her arms around herself, memories bombarding her from all sides.
"Detective, can we finish later?" Liam asked, wrapping his arm around Emma's shoulders. She was shaking.
"No, no, I can do this," Emma insisted.
"Love…"
"I want to go home, Liam. We can't do that until this is done. Please?"
"Emma, we're right here, okay? Just hang on to us."
"Okay." It was awkward, the three of them crowded into the narrow gurney, but she was so grateful for their presence. It was harder than she thought, talking about Neal to a stranger. Liam and Killian knew her past; she'd confided in them long ago. She thought it was behind her; she moved forward with her life. The kidnapping brought it all back; she felt like the girl who'd gotten duped by an older man.
How could she have felt so good an hour ago? Had she just been fooling herself? Would Neal always be in her head? She felt Killian squeeze her hand, Liam's hand rubbing soothing circles at the small of her back. Always there, always comforting. You're allowed to feel, Liam had said earlier. They wouldn't think less of her for needing their support. She knew that. No, Emma was judging herself. She felt like shit for feeling weak and vulnerable.
"You said he's been keeping tabs on you?" Mulan asked.
"That's what he said."
"Graham told us that too," Liam chimed in. There was no way he was going to stand for this woman doubting Emma's story.
"I'll have a talk with you two later," Mulan said, fixing them both with a stare. Her team had taken Graham Humbert into custody late last night, after an anonymous tip. They'd found him in an abandoned subway station, bound to a chair. He'd clearly been punched several times. But Humbert wasn't talking, at least not about how he'd come to be in that position. He seemed all too willing to cooperate regarding the Forsaken, in return for protection. He was the worst of the worst, a dirty cop; the sight of him made her sick. Despite that, they needed him to help build their case. She had a feeling about how he ended up in that subway, but if he wasn't willing to speak up, there was nothing she could do.
Not that she wanted to arrest whoever had done captured Humbert. Bastard deserved that and worse. Still, she swore an oath to uphold the law. She returned to the matter at hand. "Did you see anything about Cassidy's…operation?"
Emma nodded, describing everything she'd seen in that warehouse. She knew that any information she could give the police would help put Neal away for a very long time. She didn't want him coming after her or anyone she loved again.
"You're doing great," Mulan said kindly when Emma paused again. "This is all really great."
"It's not the most important thing," Emma replied, her lingering exhaustion starting to weigh down on her again. She just wanted to sleep, preferably between her boys.
"What else?"
"Neal was responsible for the terrorist bombing in London. He was trying to kill Liam and Killian."
Mulan blinked. She hadn't been expecting that. "That's a very serious accusation, Mrs. Jones. Are you certain? It might have been a coincidence."
Emma shook her head. "He told me. He bragged about it. He said he was 'doing a favor for a friend.' I have to think it was someone in the Russian government."
"That seems like a leap."
Killian disagreed. "Not according to the intelligence I've seen. We've been seeing evidence of Russian connections. The Forsaken was originally a Russian organization, correct?"
"Yes, but…"
"If Emma says it's true, then I believe her," Liam said with finality. "Give that information to INTERPOL. They'll prove it."
Mulan was still skeptical, but she agreed to pass the information on. "We'll need you to come by the station. You need to ID Neal and his associates."
Killian bristled. "Why the hell does she need to do that?"
"Because we only have him on the shooting," Mulan explained. "Emma wasn't at the scene; we can't charge him with kidnapping until she IDs him. If you want to justice, then you need to come down. He won't be able to see you, I promise."
"But he'll know," Emma countered. "He knows how this works, Detective."
"We'll come with you, sweetheart," Liam assured her. They were not leaving her alone, not for a good long while.
Emma knew the detective was right. She needed to do what she could to end this. Honestly, she was more concerned about the boys' reaction. She didn't want them doing anything crazy; she just got them back. "Okay. We'll come down as soon as I'm discharged."
She saw Killian about to protest again, but she shook her head. It was no use. She really wanted to get out of here—take that bath they promised her—but she needed to do this first.
As soon as Mulan left, Killian let out a frustrated huff. "I hate this."
Emma ran her fingers through his soft hair. "Me too. But I need to do this. You know that."
He wrapped his arms around her, wanting nothing more than to protect her from more heartache. "I know. But I don't have to like it."
She nuzzled his neck, drawing strength from his secure embrace. "Just stay with me," she murmured. "Okay?"
Killian kissed her temple then nodded. "I don't think either of us will be letting you go any time soon, darling."
"Fine with me."
Liam ran his fingers through her long tresses. "I think we've earned the right to be selfish with you, don't you?"
She smiled at him, enjoying his relaxing touch. "No complaints here." There were some moments where she genuinely believed she would never see them again. She was going to revel in every moment they had together, good or bad. But something bothered her. "Why was the detective so weird with you?"
Liam shared a look with Killian. They needed to tell Emma the truth, before she heard it from someone else. "Remember when we said that we found that Graham bloke?"
"Yeah."
"It wasn't easy," Killian said. "We all split up, searching all ways he could get out of the city." He explained exactly what Ioan had said, how they formed their plan of attack. "The police warned us not to get involved, but we couldn't just sit by and do nothing. We would have gone mad."
Emma slipped her hand into his. "Hey, I get that. What happened?" She listened in silence as they described how they tracked down her old contact. She was still appalled and frightened that Neal had managed to keep tabs on her all these years. Was Graham's supposed interest in her fake too? She never wanted him, but the very idea made her skin crawl. If Neal's boasts were to be believed, then he had essentially been living vicariously through the men she had slept with. It was disgusting.
"We may have been a bit rough with him," Liam said honestly. "He wasn't very forthcoming at first."
Emma couldn't say she was sad about that. "But he gave you the tip that helped you find me?" Liam nodded. "Okay then."
"You're not disappointed in us?"
Emma shook her head. "I wanted to kill Neal with my bare hands, so no. You did what you felt was necessary. Thank you." She kissed them both sweetly. "You found me; that's all I care about." Neal, Graham and the rest of them deserved a lot worse. But she would let the courts deal with them. She just wanted to move on with her life.
The sooner they returned home, the better.
It was late afternoon before the doctors cleared her to go home, or at least back to the hotel. Mary Margaret and David volunteered to bring Emma some clothes; it took a good ten minutes before Emma could actually change though. A relieved Mary Margaret hugged her and wouldn't let go. It was a tear filled reunion; Emma was so thankful that her friends had come. She knew it couldn't have been easy. Mary Margaret was in the middle of training for the Olympics, as well as planning a wedding.
"I'm so glad you're safe," Mary Margaret said, wiping her cheeks. "We were so worried."
"Me too."
"How are you?"
"Tired. I feel like I could sleep for a week."
Mary Margaret had a million questions, but she knew better than to ask. Emma would talk when she was ready. "We're staying at the same hotel, so anything you need, just ask, okay?"
"Thanks for coming," Emma said sincerely. "It means a lot."
"Don't worry about anything besides getting better, okay? We're all here for you."
"Thanks." They hugged again, then Emma finally headed into the tiny bathroom to change. She really wanted a bath, but it would have to wait. They'd given her a sponge bath the night before; she was clean, but she didn't feel like it. Granted, she felt better than she did just a few hours ago, but her moods would probably fluctuate for a while. She hated that.
"Alright, love?" Liam asked when she stepped out.
She leaned on him. "Yeah. Let's get this over with."
The police escort was still in place; Emma held her head up as they followed the two officers down to the car. She knew full well they had heard the trio having sex earlier, but neither officer said anything. The trio piled into the back; Emma had trouble relaxing. Memories from the past, trepidation about the present, it warred in her mind. Having her husbands there with her helped. She could breathe. But the sooner they were far from here, the better.
They met Detective Fa in the visitor's lounge. "Thanks for coming."
"Just show me where to go."
Mulan led them into a narrow room, the greater part of one wall covered in two way glass. It was surprisingly dim inside. Emma had never been on this side of the barrier, but she'd done the walk that Neal was about to do. Sixteen, scared, alone. It was one of the worst moments of her life.
Liam squeezed her hand. "You can do this, Emma."
"I'm going to have to ask you two to step back," Mulan said quietly. "Mrs. Jones needs to do this on her own."
Reluctantly, they both stepped back. Killian was torn between watching Emma and wanting a glimpse of the man who'd put her through hell. A glance at his brother said that Liam was equally conflicted. Ten men of similar height and builds stepped into the room opposite them, Killian's gaze instantly went to Emma. She stared at the mirror for a long time, then pointed to number six. "That's Billy. He helped keep me restrained."
"Number six, step forward."
The young man did so; Liam was surprised he was so young. How had he gotten involved with a branch of the Russian mob? How could anyone? It was a question he asked himself about Ioan many times; he still didn't understand it. He probably never would.
"You're sure?" Mulan asked.
"Yeah."
That group exited and another stepped in. Earlier, they'd told her that more than a dozen people had been taken into custody from the docks. Emma needed to identify anyone that she could remember. It was agonizing, recalling things she wanted to forget. For more than an hour she stood there, watching group after group come through; there were a couple that she didn't know. She'd only gotten a limited glimpse of the people around Neal; she'd never seen the Seafire's captain, for instance. But still, she had to try.
"Can she have a break?" Killian asked, watching Emma carefully. He knew she wanted to push through this, but he could see the toll it was taking on her. She was hugging herself, her shoulders hunched; he just wanted to take her into his arms.
"This is the last one," Mulan said to Emma. "You're doing great."
Emma nodded, waiting until the last moment to look up. This would be Neal; she was sure of it. She'd seen everyone but him. She spotted him with no trouble. Neal stood to her left, more disheveled than she remembered, but it was him. He looked arrogant, his chin up, his eyes defiant. He knew she was there, on the other side. He glanced her way. He can't see you, Emma reminded herself. Perhaps not, but he still unnerved her. "Three."
"You're sure."
"One hundred percent."
Liam and Killian stared at the man standing under number three. He didn't look like much. He was shorter than Killian, dull brown hair, unassuming features. He seemed completely ordinary, except for the eyes. He looked amused, like this was a very funny joke. It made Killian sick. Liam balled his fists, wanting nothing more than to throttle the man who'd done this to Emma.
Emma turned away; her boys looked thunderous. "Hey, come back to me," she coaxed, wrapping her arms around his waist. She reached for Killian, who didn't fight her as he moved to hug her from behind. She felt Liam relax, his fingers sinking into her hair.
"Sorry, sweetheart."
"It's okay." They ignored everyone around them, soaking each other in. Once she was sure the danger was over, she looked up. "I'd like to go home now."
"I need to talk to your husbands first," Mulan said awkwardly. Emma had forgotten she was there. "It'll just be a minute."
As soon as Emma was out of sight, Killian spoke. "What's this about, Detective?"
"I think you know, Commander."
"I think you'll have to enlighten us." He knew it was about Humbert, but he refused to apologize for how they found Emma. It was more than the police were doing. If Emma was fine with it, then so was he.
"We found Humbert in a subway station. He was beaten and bound."
"So?"
"He refuses to say who it was."
"He had a lot of people after him. It could have been anyone," Liam said.
"True. He's cooperating. If we can keep him safe, he'll testify. If Emma testifies too, Cassidy will go to prison for a very long time."
"So what's the problem?"
"We have our big fish, so none. I just wanted to let you know. But do me a favor?"
"What's that?" Killian asked.
"When all this is over, stay out of New York."
Liam nodded. "Gladly." It might have been the place where they met Emma, but he was more than willing to leave it in their past. They were lots of other places they could visit, most of them much more romantic than this godforsaken city.
Just before they left, Killian turned. "Detective?"
"Yes?"
"Did Neal have a pair of rings on him? Emma says he took hers. She wants them back."
"I believe he did."
"Could we have them?"
"They're evidence."
"I don't give a god damn what they are to you. They are important to her. We'd like them back."
"I'll see what I can do."
"We'll wait."
The detective didn't look happy about it, but the brothers didn't care. Those rings were of no use to the police. They meant everything to Emma. About ten minutes later, Detective Fa appeared with a clear bag in her hand. "They've been photographed and documented. Emma said there was a necklace, but it's not here."
"She said that he tossed it under a forklift. It's gone."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"Just make sure he rots," Liam growled. "Bastard."
"Shouldn't be a problem." She handed the bag to the elder brother. Liam pocketed it; they would return them to Emma once they were alone.
They found Emma in the hallway. "Ready to go?"
She nodded. "More than. Is everything okay?" The whole time they were gone, she was afraid they were going to be arrested for Graham. It would be just their luck, after all.
The brothers nodded. "Aye, everything is fine."
"Really?"
Killian echoed his brother's confidence. It would do the police no good to charge them; Graham was a dirty cop. Who would side with him anyway?
They had a welcome party waiting for them when they arrived at the hotel. Emma was exhausted and hungry, but she didn't complain as she greeted their friends. Will, Robin, Ruby, Victor, Mary Margaret and David. Even Regina. Emma was shocked when the older woman hugged her, but pleasantly so.
"It's good to see you, Emma."
"It's good to see you too. I heard you threatened to sue the city?"
"Someone had to keep them on their toes," Regina replied dismissively. "I was merely doing my job."
Emma smiled. "Well, thanks. I appreciate it."
"Anytime." Regina drifted back toward Robin; Emma wondered if something had changed there since she'd seen them last. Regina certainly seemed more comfortable.
"Hey, could we get caught up later?" Emma asked, feeling a little bad. She loved her friends, but she wasn't really up to socializing. The only people she wanted to see were Liam and Killian.
"Of course," Regina said briskly. "We'll see you later."
"Am I terrible person for kicking them out?" Emma asked when the trio was alone.
"Certainly not," Liam assured her. "You're allowed to take care of yourself, Emma."
"I know. I'm just…not used to having so many people care."
He pulled her into his arms, hugging her tight. She was remarkable, still worried about others even after all she'd been through. "Would you like to sleep or take that bath?"
"Bath, please." As tired as she was, soaking in steaming hot water with her boys was even more appealing. The doctors prescribed her some medication, but she was reluctant to take it. She didn't want to feel fuzzy ever again.
"As you wish."
The hotel room was much as she remembered, but it wasn't home. She followed the boys into the large bathroom, wondering how much longer it would be before they got back to London. Surely, they wouldn't need to stay that long? She'd identified Neal; the police had her statement. What more did she need to do? There would be a trial, but that could be months away. She had no intention of staying that long. As soon as Neal was arraigned, they were going home.
"What are you thinking about?" Killian asked as Liam started to run the bath.
"Going home."
He offered her a fond smile. "Aye, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I miss London."
"Me too."
"I want to leave as soon as we can."
"Emma, the doctor said…"
"I heard him. We'll wait a few days. Neal should be arraigned pretty quickly, but then we're leaving. I can't stay here."
"Completely understandable."
"Thanks for understanding."
"Your well being is all that matters, love. If you want to go home, then we'll go." He leaned in and gently pressed a kiss to her lips. "I am simply glad you're back."
She settled into his arms, inhaling his scent. "Why can't we have a nice normal vacation?" she muttered.
Killian chuckled. "I'm not sure, love. Perhaps next time we should go somewhere more remote?"
"Like where?"
"Anywhere you want."
She smiled. "That's nice, but I think I'll be good being a homebody for a while."
"We did promise Mary Margaret we'd go to Rio."
"That's in August. Plenty of time."
"Bath's ready," Liam announced.
"It smells good," Emma observed. "What did you do?"
He held up one of the hotel supplied bath bombs. "I thought it would help."
"You're the best." Emma stood up on her toes and brushed her lips over his. "Thanks, babe."
"Come on, let's get you in the water." They helped Emma out of her clothes, then carefully removed the gauze still covering her arms. Her abrasions were scabbed over now; the skin around them was bruised. Two pairs of hands lightly touched every mark; Emma almost couldn't handle the wave of emotion that washed over her. She was so, so lucky.
"None of that now," Killian chided gently, brushing away a tear that splashed on her cheek.
"Not even if it's happy?"
He smiled. "That might be okay."
She smiled back, then moved to step into the large tub. It felt amazing, the water and bath salts made her bruised and aching body tingle. She settled against one of the jets and glanced back at her husbands. "I thought you were joining me?"
"Of course, sweetheart."
Emma leaned back and closed her eyes, content to soak in the heat. The water was the perfect temperature; she could already feel it loosening her tense muscles. She heard water splash lightly as first one brother then the other joined her, one settling beside her, the other between her legs. Emma reached up and ran her fingers through Liam's curls; he groaned in appreciation.
"Shouldn't we be taking care of you, lass?"
"I'm not an invalid, Liam. Besides, I love these curls." His hair had grown out a bit; he probably needed to get it trimmed soon. She loved it longer on both her boys; it enhanced their boyish good looks. It also gave her something to hang on to during sex.
"And what about me, love?"
"Fishing for compliments, Killian?"
"Merely curious."
She smiled and opened her eyes. He was very close to her, looking at her with those blue eyes she loved so much. She reached behind his head and coaxed his lips to hers. The kiss was soft, sweet; it made her tingle in an entirely different way. "I love that," she whispered.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, touching her cheek.
She shrugged. "Not enough to stop."
"I'm so sorry he hurt you."
Emma shook her head. "Not here. There's no one here but us, okay? I only want to think about us."
"You're right," Liam agreed. He turned, stretching out so she could settle in his lap. Emma grinned as he pulled her flush, his mouth descending on hers. She kissed him deeply, wrapping her legs around his waist. Killian moved behind her, brushing his nose and lips over the back of her neck and shoulders.
Emma sighed, Killian's clever fingers kneading her back, slowly working out the kinks. "Ugh, that feels good."
"Yeah?"
She arched into his touch. "Mmhmm." He found a really stubborn knot below her shoulder blade, probably from trying to work her arms free of the ropes. "Oh, right there, Killian. God."
Liam held her loosely by the hips, her soft moans going straight to his cock. "Emma, darling, you're killing me."
She could feel exactly how she was affecting him. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Hell no." His mouth latched onto her pulse, sucking hard. Emma inhaled sharply, reaching down to guide his hands to her breasts. This was heavenly, pressed between them, their hands and mouths on her body. Nothing else mattered.
Liam ran a line of wet kisses down her chest, his tongue circling each taut nipple in turn. Emma bit her lip, her hips rocking in the water. The boys were just as affected as her, Liam's cock nestled against her sex, Killian's against her ass. Emma turned her head, capturing Killian's lips in a needy kiss. "Don't stop."
"Again, sweetheart?" Killian asked, hands cupping her ass. "Do you need us again?"
"Yes, yes," she breathed, moaning as their hands manipulated her body. "Please."
"Take her, brother," Liam murmured. "I want to watch."
Emma kissed the elder Jones quickly. She loved the way he embraced this thing between them. He was becoming more vocal about what he wanted; Emma was so proud of him. "Share," she pleaded. "Please."
"As you wish." Liam held her as she knelt over him, her arms around his neck, her ass in the air. Killian moved up behind her, running the tip of his cock over her swollen aching sex. Emma squirmed, desperate to have him inside her. She kissed Liam hard, her body trembling. Killian pushed inside slowly, inch by inch; Emma arched and moaned, clinging to Liam's shoulders for balance.
"God yes."
"Our beautiful Emma," Killian murmured, bending over her, placing loving kissed up her spine. She had some bruises on her skin, but those proved how strong she was. She fought to get back to them; she never gave up. "I love you so much."
Emma gasped, rocking backward, hungry for more of his thick cock. "Killian, fuck."
He gripped her hips, slowing her pace. "You feel incredible."
She whined in complaint, but Liam distracted her, his fingers toying with her nipples. She cursed again, waves of need pooling low in her belly, her clit aching. "You're so beautiful like this, Emma," he whispered in her ear. "Spread for us, begging for cock." He knew she wanted to feel normal; they could give that to her. Besides, it was true. This was his lover in her element, reveling in her pleasure. His fingers found her clit, stroking as his brother fucked her steadily.
Emma keened, her orgasm coiling tighter and tighter in her belly. "So close, please, please, please!"
"Ah, ah, not yet, sweet." Killian pulled out of her, giving her ass a little push. "Give Liam a turn."
Her whole body tingled as she settled back into Liam's lap, angling her hips just right to take him in. She gasped loudly, water lapping at her skin as he sank into her. She kissed him passionately, riding him slowly. "Fuck, Emma," Liam gasped. "So good."
She nodded, looking down between them. Their hips ground together, his cock sliding in and out of her sheath. "Fuck me, Liam. Oh my god."
"Fuck." He coaxed her legs back around his waist, encouraging her to hold on while he thrust into her hard and deep. She cried out, as hungry for him as he was for her. The last few days fell away; all that she could feel was her boys loving her. Emma clung to his neck, anchoring herself to Liam's sturdy frame as he rode her.
Emma's needy moans drove Killian crazy; he missed her warm sheath enveloping him. "Bloody hell, Emma," he breathed, sliding his hands under her ass. Liam had her by the hips; Killian touched all the skin he couldn't reach. Emma writhed, gasping as his fingers found her rear entrance. The water made it easy for him to massage her; she moaned her approval.
"Yes, yes," she whined, burying her head in Liam's neck. "Oh my god."
"Do you want this?" Killian whispered, as Liam slowed his hips. He didn't stop, keeping his thrusts shallow, eager to keep her on edge and needy. She was so slick and hot; he wanted to give her whatever she needed. If she needed them both, then that's what she would get.
"Hmmm, yes, please." She turned her head, finding Killian's mouth, kissing him sloppily.
The boys teased her body, Liam rocking into her slowly, his mouth on her nipples, Killian working her open with wet fingers. The water made his job easier; it wasn't long until she was quivering in their arms. She whimpered, words failing her; she was simply a ball of feeling, desperate for climax.
Liam slipped out of her, easing her back into his brother's arms. Killian rested against the ledge of the tub, helping Emma into his lap. She leaned back, almost like she was drunk, accepting Liam's kiss as Killian pressed the tip of his cock against her hole. Emma dug her nails into Liam's biceps as Killian penetrated her, the stretch and burn better than she remembered.
"Yes," she hissed, shivering as Liam rubbed her clit. Killian hitched his arms under her thighs, the water making her light as he helped her ride his cock. He moaned into her shoulder; she felt incredible.
"Emma, fucking hell."
She opened her eyes, seeing Liam's. "Please," she breathed, reaching for his swollen erection. "Please."
He nodded, allowing her to guide him. He and Killian kept her legs spread as he sank into her; all three of them groaned loudly. It hadn't been that long since they'd been together like this, but it felt like a lifetime. Emma had been so afraid that she would lose them, lose this deep connection they shared; it made her whole. She kissed Liam thoroughly, hanging on to him as they rode her, the thick slide of them inside her intoxicating.
"Don't stop," she begged. "Never stop."
"Never," Killian swore. He ran kisses over her neck and shoulder, one hand on her breast. "All ours, darling."
"Ours," Liam agreed, reaching down to flick her clit. Emma cried out, her body trembling. "Come for us, lass. So close."
She keened, her body on fire. They adjusted their rhythm, filling her to the brim, taking her harder and faster. The dam burst; Emma came hard, her walls clamping down on their cocks like a vice. Twin grunts echoed in the room as they followed, warm cum filling her. Emma sagged, finally exhausted. She must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she remembered was waking up in the bed.
"What happened?"
Liam was there, a relieved smile on his lips. "You blacked out, love."
"Oh."
"How do you feel?"
She could still feel the echo of them inside her, but this was a good ache. "Okay. Thirsty?"
Liam got her a drink. "Here you go."
Emma pushed herself up, accepting the drink. The water was magic on her scratchy throat; how vocal had she been? Oh well. It was worth it. She might sleep for a few days at this point, but she didn't regret anything. She was still a little afraid that this was all a dream.
Killian appeared on her other side, hugging her into his side. "Better?"
"A little. How long was I asleep?"
"Not long. But take as long as you need."
"I wouldn't say no to a massage later. A real one," she added with a slight smirk.
"Are you implying that we can't keep our hands to ourselves, wife?"
"You might. I'm not sure about me," she admitted. She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his bare torso. Both brothers wore boxers under the thin sheet; she was wearing one of Liam's button down shirts. It was comfy.
"Anything you need, love."
"A do over would be good."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"I just want to feel like myself. I want the last three days back. I want to go home."
"Would these help?" Liam settled in on her other side, his hand outstretched.
Emma's eyes widened. "How?"
"We asked Detective Fa to give them back," he replied simply. He handed the sapphire ring to Killian. "May we?"
Emma nodded, adjusting her seat so she could hold out her left hand. Liam went first, sliding the threaded gold band on to her finger. Three different kinds of gold, one for each of them, woven together into a whole. Their trio in metal. Tears welled in her eyes; she tried blinking them away, but they splashed down her cheeks against her will.
Liam leaned in and kissed her tears away, emotional himself. "The rest of our days," he reminded her, echoing his vows. He brought her hand to his lips, kissing right over her ring. "I love you."
She didn't even try to hold back her emotions as she cupped the back of his neck and kissed his lips. "I love you, Liam." She turned to Killian, who held her engagement ring between his fingers. "Hey, sailor."
He said nothing, content to slip the precious ring onto her finger where it belonged. "Dearest wife." He tilted her chin down so he could kiss her, long and slow; she melted against him. "Love you."
"Love you too."
Exhaustion tugged at the edges of her awareness; the exertion and emotions of the day sapping her strength. But still, she was a little afraid to sleep. "What's the matter, sweetheart?"
"Is it weird that I'm scared to sleep? I'm so tired, but…"
Liam shook his head. "When we were in the hospital, I could only sleep when they sedated me. Even after we got home, it was hard. But we're here for you. We're not going anywhere."
"Liam's right," Killian agreed. "You can kick me as much as you want. I promise I won't complain." Some restless nights were a small price to pay to have his wife back in his arms. They were falling apart without her. He couldn't imagine a world where she wasn't in their lives. He thanked whatever force in the universe brought her to the club that night, so long ago. It felt like another lifetime. He was a different person then. She made him better, the kind of man he wanted to be.
"I'll try to keep the kicking to the minimum," she promised.
Liam flipped off the light, and they settled down to sleep. Emma tangled her legs with Liam's and buried her head in his chest. Killian was warm at her back; fortunately, they kept the hotel room cool, so it wasn't uncomfortable to be so close together. She was pleasantly warm, surrounded by her boys. Still, she couldn't sleep. She closed her eyes and tried to will herself to drift off, but her mind refused to slow down. Killian sensed her restlessness; he snuggled closer and started to hum one of his favorite songs. Emma sighed, the rhythm and notes soothing. As he felt her relax, he began to sing quietly. Liam joined in; their joined voices were achingly beautiful. She wanted to enjoy it, but the music worked its magic on her in the end. She drifted to sleep at last, safe in the arms of her boys.