Author's note: I know, I know. Slow updates. THANK YOU to anyone who continues to stick around for the adventures of the SJT! Just a warning, this episode is probably 80 percent smut? I've had the scene in my head since the lAST update; the muse probably got a little carried away. I hope you like it anyway. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Chapter 6
Liam clenched his fists reflexively under the table. He was sure a muscle was ticking in his jaw, but he couldn't help it. He did not want to be here. He could think of nearly a dozen places he would rather be, most of which included spending time with his wife. They'd been back almost a week now; he still felt out of sorts. Emma's nightmares came and went; she'd only managed to sleep through the night a couple of times. She tried to play her struggles down, but Liam could see it. He couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to be with her. It was far too early for her to go back to work; however, she insisted that they did. Emma was adamant that they get back to some kind of normality.
Where was he? Sitting in conference room for a pretrial meeting. According to the Navy attorney on his case, Clara wanted one final chance to talk. She seemed to think she could convince him not to go through with a trial. On her father's orders, probably. What did she think she was going to accomplish? If she thought that Liam would back down, then she was mistaken. His ex had harassed him and his family for too long. He was done. He simply wanted this drama to be over.
"This is just a formality," the attorney said. "Should be quick."
"It's a waste of time," Liam shot back. "You know that as well as I."
The man sighed. "Yes, but it's part of the game. You knew that when you chose to press your case."
"What was I supposed to do? Let her get away with it?"
"I didn't say that, Captain. Look, these kinds of cases are always hard. You're going to get a lot of shit thrown at you. You need to be prepared."
"You read the papers, Commander. You watch telly. Is there anything that can happen that I haven't already seen?"
The Commander had the decency to look a bit chagrined. "Point taken, Captain." He shuffled some papers, his brow knitting like he was thinking.
Liam grew impatient. "Spit it out, Commander."
"I, uh, I was just wondering how your wife was doing."
"Oh." Liam felt like an asshole. He was so used to people being standoffish or gross about his marriage; it still felt strange when people were nice. "She's doing as well as you would think. Glad to be home."
"That's good. Home is good."
"Yes, it is."
The moment was broken by the door opening. Another Navy attorney—a woman this time—entered the room. "Gentlemen."
"Lieutenant."
The lieutenant held the door open; Liam's curiosity got the better of him. Clara looked…different. He couldn't put his finger on what it was, but something was off. Aside from not looking the least bit sorry about what she'd done. But did he really expect her to? Clara was inherently selfish, possibly deranged. He was well rid of her.
Her smile was sickeningly sweet as she walked to the other side of the table, her heels clacking on the floor. Liam forced himself to stay calm; she was trying to get a rise out of him.
"Apologies for our tardiness," the opposing counsel said briskly. "My client had a previous engagement."
"If I recall correctly, your client is the one who asked for this meeting," Liam growled. "What could be more important?"
Clara's smile never faltered. "If you must know, I've not been well lately."
"You'll forgive my skepticism, lass."
"I thought it was just the flu, but today I got some very important test results back."
"Is this really necessary? I don't bloody care what you've been up to, Clara."
"I'm pregnant, Liam."
Liam blinked, stunned. "What?"
"It's true." Clara's attorney handed Liam's an official looking paper, but Liam ignored it. For the first time since she entered the room, Liam studied her. She wasn't that far along; if she hadn't said anything, he'd never have guessed. She certainly wasn't showing yet. So what? A couple of months? Maybe three? Liam wasn't an expert in that area. He'd imagined Emma pregnant more times than he could count, but never Clara. That stuck him with startling clarity. He'd never truly imagined a future with this woman. He used to think that they'd broken up because they wanted different things. Now he knew better. They broke up because his life was meant to be with someone else.
Clara stroked her belly lovingly, clearly beaming. What the hell did she think she was doing? Did she think this was some sort of game?
"What the hell is this?" Liam demanded.
"I'd watch your tone, Captain. It won't look good to harass a pregnant woman."
Liam growled. "This is low, even for you, Clara."
Clara smiled. "Jealous, Liam? We could have had this, and you threw it away."
"No, I just feel sorry for the poor sap you ensnared. Who is the father?"
She looked a bit shaken at his venom, but she hid it quickly. "That's not relevant."
Like hell it's not, he thought, but he managed to hold his tongue. There was nothing he wanted more than to be out of this room. He didn't know what Clara's game was, but he was through playing it. He would see this through, if for no other reason than to give Clara what she deserved. He felt no sympathy for her. She was clearly deranged. The only person he felt sorry for was her unborn child. He or she didn't deserve such a mother.
He mostly tuned out the bullshit with lawyers; he wasn't giving Clara an inch. Yes, he wanted to press forward with a trial. No, he wouldn't simply forgive and forget. This woman had been a thorn in the side of his family ever since that ball so many months ago. Liam wanted her out of his life for good. More importantly, he refused to allow the Navy to brush something like this under the rug. Male or female, this kind of harassment needed to be stopped. If that meant he had to endure this kind of shit, then he was willing.
After all, he had a wonderful wife to go home to.
Emma twisted her hair up into a loose knot; it had fallen out during her workout. Mary Margaret and Ruby left a couple of hours ago, at Emma's urging. She appreciated all the time they'd been spending with her, especially after the boys had gone back to work. It was nice, not being alone. She was still jumpier than she would like; she still had trouble sleeping. Working out helped; it exhausted her. There was something else—something far more fun—that relaxed her, but for the moment, she was alone.
Why had she sent her friends home? She honestly wasn't sure. She couldn't shake the feeling that she needed some time to herself. It seemed like everyone around her walked on eggshells to a certain extent, as if they were afraid to leave her alone. She knew they were concerned, but she didn't like to think of herself as broken. She's already made an appointment with a recommended therapist. She wasn't crazy about the idea, but she'd promised. And if she didn't see the therapist, it would make her a huge hypocrite and she hated that more than anything. Therapy helped Liam and Killian; she had to have faith that she would be okay.
Of course, it helped that she had two incredible husbands to support her.
Emma tucked her equipment away, then headed upstairs. She needed a long hot shower. She wanted to cook tonight; or, at least, try to cook. The boys had done so much for her since her abduction; she felt like she wasn't pulling her own weight. And she hated that. She knew it was stupid. It made no sense. But it was the way she felt. Besides, her boys had earned a little TLC. She loved them so much.
She stripped on her way to the renovated bathroom, leaving her clothes strewn across the floor. She could clean up later. After switching on the hot water, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her bruises were faint now, mostly yellow. The scrapes had scabbed over; most of those were gone now, leaving fresh pink skin in its place. Her body was healing. However, there were still circles under her eyes, faint blue shadows that proved she wasn't as well as she wanted to be. It was frustrating. She hated feeling like this.
"Get it together, Emma," she muttered. She pulled open the shower door and slipped inside. She stood under the hot spray, letting the heat soak into her muscles. It felt good, the water sluicing over her skin. Her skin had been slicked with sweat; she probably smelled. So, she grabbed her loofa and body wash and got to work.
Liam shucked his coat, trying to shake out the tension in his shoulders. After the meeting with the lawyers, his boss encouraged him to leave for the day. His head wasn't in the game, especially after Clara's stunt. He was certain now that she'd demanded that meeting on purpose. Why? What did she hope to gain? Did she think he would back off? Did she have some twisted idea that she could get him back? God only knew what she was thinking.
Right now, all he wanted was Emma.
"Emma?" His voice echoed a bit in the hall, but otherwise there was no answer. He was sure she was home; her coat was still in the closet. Besides, she promised to call if she was going out. Liam was thankful that she wasn't too upset yet at their slight overprotectiveness; it had been hard enough leaving her to go back to work. At least at home they could he sure she was safe. The feeling of dread and helplessness that he'd experienced when she'd been taken would not fade any time soon.
She must be upstairs. He headed that way; about halfway up the steps, he could hear water running. She must be in the shower. His suspicions proved correct when he entered the bedroom and found her clothes strewn across the floor. He swallowed heavily, an image of his lovely wife naked and wet forming in his mind. "Emma?"
Emma unclenched her fist, relief washing through her. She'd heard someone on the stairs; while she hoped it was one of her boys, her instincts were still on alert. God, she hated that. "In here."
Liam unbuttoned his uniform coat, following her voice. He could see her silhouette against the frosted glass; he couldn't stop his body's reaction to her presence. "Long day?"
"Something like that." She cracked open the door; her soul relaxed at the sight of him. He looked devilishly handsome in his uniform, his curls longer than they should have been. It looked like he'd run his fingers through them roughly; it only enhanced his sexiness.
"Mine was the same." He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers; it felt like an electric shock went through them. Liam had missed her so much; his only need was her. Emma didn't hesitate in kissing him back, her wet hand sinking into his hair.
Everything was so fucked up lately, but they still had this. The need that always lingered under the surface flared to life; Emma leaned dangerously far out of the shower, just so she could keep kissing him.
"Miss me, sweetheart?" Liam breathed between kisses.
"Yes," she replied, unapologetic. She was naked and wet, only now she was naked, wet, and horny as hell. "Join me?"
"God yes." He released her, easing her back on her feet before moving to strip. He couldn't get his clothes off fast enough; they hadn't christened the shower yet. Like the rest of the space, it was brand new; he was anxious to hear her screams of ecstasy echo off the tile. Once he was nude, he yanked open the door and marched in, backing Emma into the wet slippery wall. She moaned as he crushed his mouth to hers, the world as she knew it finally righting itself. Every moment she spent with them was slowly knitting her back together, stronger than before.
Liam devoured her lips, the spray from the shower splashing across his back. Emma's hands glided over his skin, like she was relearning his body. Gently, she pushed him away slightly, her lips on his chest. He leaned back against the tile as she worked her way down his torso, licking and nibbling at his skin. His cock was hard as a rock, but she ignored it in favor of sucking a deep red mark into the V of his hips. "Fuck, Emma."
"I don't think one round's going to be enough," she murmured, licking the salty precum from his weeping cock. She hummed at the taste of him, her core clenching with desire. "I am so fucking horny right now."
Liam groaned. "We'll…bloody hell…take care of you," he promised, shuddering as she licked him from root to tip. Killian would be home a bit later; together, they could sate Emma's needs. There was a dark corner of his mind that reminded him that they needed to talk about Clara, but it could wait. Emma came first.
"Promise?" She cupped his sac as she took him into her mouth; the new shower configuration offered plenty of space for her to kneel at his feet. She sucked him slowly, long licks, hard suction, teeth lightly scraping the hot velvety skin. She could feel herself getting wetter by the moment; she loved worshiping Liam's gorgeous cock. His balls were heavy in her hand, warm and soft. She fondled him as she took him deeper, her eyes locked on his. He looked at her like she was a goddess, like she was his whole world. Finally, he touched the back of her throat; Emma moaned around him. Liam jerked, instinctively rocking his hips forward, forcing his cock down her throat. Emma gagged for a moment, but she quickly recovered. Breathing in through her nose, she began moving in earnest, fucking him with her mouth while she slipped her hand between her legs.
"Bloody fucking hell," Liam swore, watching her. He could feel his orgasm tingling at the base of his spine, but he fought it. He didn't want to come like this. He needed to be buried in her wet heat, her walls strangling him as she came all over his cock. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Emma released him with a smacking pop, her fingers still manipulating her clit. "Something wrong, husband?" she asked coyly.
"Fucking minx," he growled. "Get up here. Now."
She hurried to obey, shrieking a little as he twisted them until she was pressed against the tile. Liam brought her fingers to his lips and sucked her essence off. Emma wet her lips, trying to angle her hips to just the right angle to take him in. "Ah, ah, not yet," Liam said darkly. He flashed her a naughty grin, then he reached up for the detachable shower head. "Up on the ledge."
Once again, his firm orders sent sparks across her skin. She promised herself that one day soon she would turn the tables on him, bend him and Killian to her will, but right now, she craved this. She craved the utter safety and bliss of being their plaything. Obediently, she maneuvered herself up and spread her legs. Liam petted her swollen flesh with knowing fingers, while his lips captured a pert nipple. Emma gasped as he sucked, a jolt of lust shooting to her core. "Liam, fuck. More. Please."
"Did you wash already?" he asked, circling the edge of her dripping sex with a finger. "Did you get all nice and clean?"
"Maybe."
"We'll just gave to make you utterly filthy again." He replaced his fingers with the shower head, twisting it so it pulsed against her exposed sex. Emma cried out, one hand shooting out to grip his shoulder. She held on tight as the water pummeled her sex, making her see stars. But Liam was cruel, toying with her, taking the gloriously warm water away when it looked like she was getting too close to the edge.
"Liam, Liam, Liam," she chanted, her hips rocking of their own accord. They'd had this shower specially designed for moments just like this. It would be a crime not to use it. "Please don't stop."
Liam kissed her hard, grinding his straining erection over her sensitive sex. "I'm going to give you what you need, lass," he growled. "You're going to scream for me."
"Oh god," she groaned, reaching for him. She was desperate to feel him, to open her body for his long thick cock. She needed him to fill her up, to make her feel whole. The showerhead lay forgotten, water splashing over Liam's ankles as he hitched her up higher on the ledge. Once he had the perfect angle, he thrust forward, taking her in one hard stroke. Their moans of pleasure echoed against the tile; Emma's back arched. She clutched at Liam's broad shoulders, using them to anchor herself as he took her hard and deep and slow. Every rock of his hips was deliberate, firm, as if he were staking his claim on her body. Didn't he know she was his? Willingly? She belonged to them the moment they met; every moment of her life led to them. Led to the sweet pleasure she found in their arms.
Liam leaned his forehead against hers, struggling to focus. She was so hot, so tight around him; she was perfect. He couldn't take his eyes off where his cock disappeared inside her clenching heat, her softness taking his hardness. Liam knew he wasn't a small man; Emma swallowed every last inch of him. It was like she was made for him. And for Killian. God, the way they needed her was insane; this must be what heaven felt like.
Emma drew his mouth back to hers, kissing him deeply. "Just like that," she breathed. "So fucking good, Liam."
He hitched her legs higher, hitting her even deeper. "Fuck," he cursed, bottoming out inside her. "Come for me, love. Drench my cock with your sweet cunt."
She nodded hard, slipping her hand between them. With sure strokes, she circled and pinched her clit; her body began to tremble. "Close," she hissed. "Oh god." Liam fucked her harder, skin smacking together, little grunts and moans filling the air. Color burst behind her eyes as she finally climaxed, a scream on her lips. Liam didn't stop, hips pumping over and over until he shattered, her name on his lips as he emptied himself within her, her walls milking him dry. There was nothing in the world as perfect as feeling his lover find her pleasure with him inside her.
Emma felt blissful, boneless; she made no effort to untangle herself from Liam's arms. She'd missed her boys, more than she wanted to admit. She always missed them when they were apart, but recent events made it a keener ache. She'd come close to be parted from them for good; that was what haunted her nightmares. She wasn't worried about herself. It was always them.
Liam rested his forehead on hers, content to hold her until the water started to cool. Only then did he rinse the evidence of their lovemaking, not bothering to wash. Killian would be home soon; there was no point, if he understood his wife at all. Words were sometimes still hard for her, but there was no lie in her touch. She needed this and he needed her.
Emma stood on unsteady legs and exited the shower. She grabbed a couple of towels for them, wrapping hers around her body. Liam slung his low on his lips, which was just unfair. She'd just had him, but the image of her handsome husband in nothing but a towel did things to her libido. Emma stood on her toes so she could kiss him, their tongues swirling in a sensual dance they knew well. When it broke, she rested her head on his wet chest, sighing as his arms came around her. "Bad day, love?"
She made a noise. "I don't know if I'd say bad," she conceded. "I just missed you."
"I missed you too. I did not complain about heading home early."
Her brow furrowed. "Wait, you are here early. Why? What's wrong?"
He thought about Clara's little surprise; he didn't want to burden Emma with that drama. Yet he couldn't lie. He opted to stall for a bit, so he only had to tell the story once. "Would you mind terribly if we waited for Killian to get home? It's something I'm not anxious relive more than once."
"What did she do?" Emma asked sharply. She knew all about the requested meeting with Clara and the lawyers. She also knew that there was no low that Clara wouldn't stoop to in order to hurt the man Emma loved.
Liam cupped her cheeks. It warmed his heart to see Emma so indignant on his behalf. He loved her so much. "No lasting damage. I promise. Can you be patient for a little while longer?"
Emma leaned into his touch. "Patience has never really been my strong suit."
"I might know a few ways to work on that, love."
She smiled up at him. "I'm counting on it, sailor." She pressed her lips to his again, silently letting him know that she was fine with waiting. She knew that whatever it was, they would deal with together.
Liam slipped her hand in his and led her back into the bedroom. Emma flopped down on the bed, giggling when Liam joined her. "You're still wet," she shrieked.
"So are you," he shot back, tackling her to the mattress. His lips found hers again, kissing her deeply as he caged her with his larger frame. She melted into him, relishing the feel of him above her. Her hair came loose under his questing fingers; the towel slipped from her body. Her roving hands pushed his towel over his hips, leaving them both skin to skin. Her favorite way to be. "Hmm, what shall I do with you?"
Emma hummed contently as his rough hands wandered her body, not arousing necessarily, but pleasant all the same. She stretched out, groaning at a twinge in her back. "I wouldn't say no to a massage."
Liam grinned. "Are you tense, sweetheart?"
Just being near him like this had her skin tingling. She prayed this feeling never went away. "Mmhmm," she confirmed, wetting her lips. "Intense workout."
"Well, we can't have that now." He stroked her hip. "You roll over on your belly, lass. Just relax."
It was going to be hard to relax with him touching her, but she did as he commanded. She stretched out in the middle of their bed and closed her eyes. She felt the bed dip, the wooden frame creaking a little. Lips caressed her ankle as Liam took one of her feet into his large hands and started to knead the arch. Emma groaned; she'd forgotten how intense that was! Her body reacted instantly, arousal pooling at the apex of her thighs. Liam worked her flesh with strong fingers; she grew warm, hot all over, and yet…at peace. It was such a strange sensation, but she reveled in it. She moaned loudly when he switched to the other foot; she was slowly melting from the inside out. Time lost all meaning as he moved higher up her body, her legs, her lower back. God, she never wanted him to stop!
Liam could smell her arousal; her legs spread of their own accord. He resisted the urge to stroke her pink sex; instead, he parted her cheeks and licked her puckered hole. Emma moaned once more, heat building in her belly. "Oh fuck, Liam," she breathed.
He could feel the first tendrils of his own renewed arousal, but he ignored it. Playing with her was too much fun. He bent over her, licking her in earnest, feeling her surrender to him. He teased her with a wet finger, biting his lip as it entered her. "Is this alright, love?"
Emma fisted the sheets, need making her core clench. "Don't you dare stop," she panted, squirming. "Oh my god."
"Fuck, you're perfect," he growled, kissing her ass cheek. "Can you get up on your knees for me?"
Emma struggled to do as he bid; her body was quickly spiraling out of her control. She arched like a cat, leaning back into his touch. "More."
If this was going to get any more intense then he needed some things. He left her briefly to fetch some supplies from their chest; Emma whined in complaint. "Patience, my love."
"Hurry."
"We've got all night. You don't want to wear yourself out before Killian gets home, do you? He'll want to know what a naughty girl you've been."
Emma moaned, imagining Killian finding them like this. Would he hear her cries of pleasure from the foyer? Would he watch from the doorway as Liam fucked her? A flash of heat pooled in her belly; she craved his intense blue eyes on her as she climaxed. She wanted him to punish her for being naughty, for not being able to wait to have them together. But could anyone blame her, when she was married to two sexy sailors?
Liam returned quickly, dropping his supplies on the bed. He eased her thighs apart, running his fingers through her wet folds. "So fucking wet, lass. We're going to run you ragged tonight."
"Oh god." Liam's wet fingers slid up her cleft, pressing firmly on her rear entrance. She opened for him easily, her body used to the intrusion, craving it. He fucked her ass slowly, opening her up, adding lube as he went. The sounds she made went straight to his cock; he needed her again. But he could be patient. Instead, he ducked down, twisting slightly so he could taste her. Emma let out a little scream, the feeling of his fingers in her ass and his mouth on her cunt so intense. "Fuuuuck!"
"Love the way you taste," he growled, lapping at her. "So sweet."
Emma panted, struggling to think. He knew exactly what to do to her, to make her forget everything. "Liam, please," she gasped, wound tight. "Please!"
"Not yet." He rolled her on to her back, kissing her aching clit while he fumbled for his chosen toy. He paused long enough to coat the plug with lube before easing it inside her ass. Emma moaned in pleasure, the stretch of the large plug exactly what she needed.
"Oh yes."
"So fucking sexy like this, Emma," he murmured, kissing his way up her body. "Mine."
"Yours," she agreed, surrendering to his hungry kiss. She moaned into his mouth, the sensation of his rigid cock grinding against her clit making her crazy. And yet, he made no effort to take her. He seemed content to kiss and nibble at her skin until she was burning the need to climax.
He knew he could take her right then, bury himself deep inside her welcoming heat and bring them both to completion, but Liam held off. He didn't want this to be over too soon. Instead, he worked his way back down her body, his mouth lingering on her breasts, teasing her erect nipples with his lips and teeth. Emma's nails dug into his skin, but he welcomed the pinpricks of pain, because they distracted him from his own need.
That was when Emma's phone rang.
She'd left it haphazardly on the nightstand as she passed on her way to the bathroom, not thinking. Now, the sound of a familiar ringtone filled the air, momentarily distracting Liam from his task. "Maybe you should answer that, love," he murmured, his mouth hovering over her bare sex.
Emma shot him a filthy glare, her arousal spiking. She knew exactly who was on the other end of the phone, someone who would be very interested in Emma's current predicament. She twisted just enough to grab the device, swiping her finger over the touchscreen to answer it. "Hey babe," she said, unable to keep the breathlessness out of her voice.
"Hello, love. I just wanted to let you know I was on my way home," Killian replied. He was in a foul mood, but he didn't want to bring it home with him. His entire week had been shit; given Emma's connection to the Whitehall bombing suspect, Killian had been removed from that investigation. He'd argued and cajoled, all to no avail. Anderson was adamant. Killian was too close to be objective. The only reason he hadn't quit was that Anderson had gotten them some answers on the mystery car. They were being watched, but it wasn't malicious. It seemed the authorities agreed with Emma; the special task force on the bombing set up some protection for them, just in case. Killian spent the afternoon with someone from Admiralty, who explained everything. It did ease his mind somewhat, knowing that Emma would be safe. But it was scary as hell, knowing that they could still be in danger.
All he wanted was to hold his wife in his arms, make love to her and try to forget the world around them.
"That's good," Emma breathed, biting her lip. Liam just grinned up at her as he kissed her swollen clit, his fingers teasing her entrance.
Killian glanced at the street sign as the cab drove through an intersection. "You sound a bit breathless, lass. Have you been working out again?" He was a little worried about her; she still needed a lot of physical activity to wear her out enough that she could sleep. Not that all her activities were bad. Some were good. Very good. But he didn't want her to overdo it.
"I did…earlier," she replied, not bothering to bite back her soft sigh of pleasure as Liam lapped at her slit. "It was good."
Killian closed his eyes, realization dawning on him. If she wasn't working out then there was only one other thing that could make her sound like that. "And what are you doing now?"
Emma didn't miss the way his voice dropped an octave, the growl doing wicked things to her. "This and that," she murmured, smiling now that she knew he was catching on. "How was your day?"
"Awful," he said truthfully. "But I think it might get better."
"Mmmhmmm, maybe," she purred, arching as Liam continued to tease her with his lips and tongue. "How soon will you be home?"
"Fifteen, twenty minutes," he said, trying to imagine exactly what she was doing.
"That's a long time."
"Aye, too long," he agreed. "I missed you all day."
"Me too." She wet her lips, inhaling sharply as Liam nipped at her aching flesh. "Oh shit."
"What's wrong, lass?" Killian asked.
"Tell him," Liam growled. "Tell him exactly what I'm doing to you, Emma."
"Li…Liam's already home," she began, fisting the sheet. She was struggling to keep her breathing even, knowing that Killian could hear everything was intensely erotic.
"I gathered that," Killian murmured, adjusting his trousers. They were already starting to get tight, the material tenting as his erection grew. "Tell me. What's he doing to you that has you all hot and bothered, lass?"
"Well, right now, he's got his head between my legs and he's eating me out."
Killian bit back a groan. "Have you come yet?" He didn't care if the driver could hear him; he would do as he pleased, especially when his wife was being serviced on the other end of the line.
"Not recently," she said with a needy whine. Liam had been keeping her on the edge for what felt like forever. Worse, the bastard was enjoying tormenting her!
"Define recently. Has Liam had you already this evening?"
Emma moaned as Liam sucked hard on her clit. "I was…oh god…in the shower," she gasped, one hand fisting Liam's curls as the other clutched her phone.
"Fucking hell," Killian cursed. "Tell me." With his free hand, he palmed the tent in his pants, rubbing it slowly.
"He found me, just as I was finishing. I…heard him come home. I asked him to join me." Emma glanced down at Liam, who kept his eyes on hers. The long slow licks of her cunt didn't stop; he seemed just as enthralled by Emma's conversation as she was.
"Then what?"
"I, uh, knelt down and sucked his cock."
Killian groaned; so did Liam. His cock twitched as he listened to Emma describe their earlier encounter. He loved the way she owned her needs; she wasn't shy about her sexuality. Not anymore. They all needed this. It was like breathing to them.
"Do you let him fuck you?"
"Mmhmm," she confirmed, trying to rock her hips against Liam's face. "It was so good, Killian. Love the way you both fill me." Fresh arousal flooded her sex; she clenched around her toy. She never wanted to see a time when she didn't want them like this. It was the most intense feeling she'd ever experienced.
Killian glanced out the window; he was almost home. "Let me hear you come, sweetheart," he said, leaning back in his seat to ease the ache in his groin. "Need to hear you come."
"He wants me to come," she said to Liam, squirming. "God, please."
Liam grinned, pleased to give into her plea. "Hang on, lass." He lifted her ass, bringing her sex more firmly against his mouth. Emma cried out as his tongue lapped at her hole, his thumbs manipulating the plug inside her. The phone dropped to the mattress as she arched, her heels digging into Liam's back. Needy desperate sounds tumbled from her lips as her orgasm rose like a tidal wave. Liam took her clit between his lips and sucked hard, setting her off like a bomb. She screamed and bucked, only his large strong hands preventing her from flying away. She came down slowly, his lips never leaving her cunt, peppering her skin with loving kisses.
Liam hung on by a thread, eager to fuck her spasming cunt. "Need you, Emma."
She thought of Killian on the other end of the line, her earlier fantasy. "God yes," she replied, still breathless. "Fuck me, Liam."
Her voice was farther away, but Killian heard it all. Heard it and reveled in it. He lived for Emma's pleasure; the source didn't matter. Besides, he'd have her soon enough.
Emma forgot about the phone entirely as Liam pulled her up. She moaned into his kiss, running her hands down his chest. She curled them around his proud erection, the skin hot smooth against hers. Liam grunted, rocking into her touch. "Fucking hell, lass."
"I love your cock," she purred, stroking slowly, her thumb smearing the precum that leaked from the tip. "Love the way it feels inside me, so big and thick." With her ass plugged, everything would be more intense, bigger, tighter. Fuck, she needed it.
"Oh, you're going to get it, love. In every way you crave." That was his mission in life, bring Emma as much pleasure as he could. He took her wrists in his hands and raised her arms up. "Now be a good girl and kneel by the post. And spread those knees wide."
Emma moaned softly, moving to do as he bid. She tried to sit on her haunches, but Liam pulled her up, using a double thickness of scarf to tie her raised arms to the post. Her eyes widened, but she wasn't afraid. Maybe she should have been, but fear was the last thing she felt with her boys. They made her feel completely safe. "Alright?"
She nodded. "Yes."
Liam held her eyes. "Positive?" This was something they did all the time, but given recent events, they hadn't used any restraints since they'd returned home. Their first priority was her healing, both physically and mentally.
Emma nodded again. "Absolutely. Thank you." And just like that, another piece of her fell back into place. No one could take this from her. Not with them.
Liam kissed her deeply, thankful for the faith and trust she had in him. He climbed back into the bed, kneeling behind her. Emma hummed as his lips trailed down her throat; his rough hands cupped her breasts, kneading gently. She felt his cock pressed against her ass, sliding closer and closer to her cunt with every rock of their hips. She leaned forward as much as her restraints allowed, eager to have him fill her. "Please, Liam," she panted. "Please fuck me!"
Liam wasted no more time, angling her hips just right. He slid home hard and deep, her walls gripping him tightly. "Bloody fuck," he swore, soaking in her heat. "Feels fucking incredible."
Emma bit her lip, unable to do anything but hang on as he rode her. Shallow at first, taking her in short hard thrusts that had her whole body tingling. Her hands curled around the post hanging on as her husband used her body. It felt so good, especially knowing that Killian would be home any minute. She wanted him to see this and enjoy it.
Killian slammed the door to the townhouse, ending the calls of the paps. The walk from the cab to the door had been a struggle; his pants were painfully tight. Somehow, he managed it, locking the outside world away. None of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was the woman upstairs. He could hear her, low moans of pleasure wafting down the steps. Killian shrugged out of his coat as quickly as he could than raced up the stairs. The sounds grew louder, Emma's soft cries mixed with Liam's low grunts, skin snapping together in a steady rhythm.
The door to the bedroom was wide open, revealing a stunning sight.
Emma was gloriously nude, tied to the post by her wrists with brightly colored scarves. She knelt in one corner of the bed, her back gracefully arched, her blonde tresses tumbled down her back. Liam was behind her, hands on her hips, holding her steady as he fucked her. Emma's head turned as he entered the room, a lazy sexy smile on her face. "Hey."
Killian leaned against the doorjamb, content to watch for the moment. "Started without me again, love?"
Emma gasped, Liam's cock striking her g spot. "You only missed…one round," she breathed, arching.
Killian chuckled. "Only one, eh?"
"You know how needy our wife is," Liam said, feeling more of her arousal drenching his cock. "Would you have said no?"
"Of course not." He knew Emma worked very hard to them equal attention; he and his brother had long since worked past any lingering jealousy they felt. No, he wasn't jealous. Killian was enjoying the view.
Emma's gaze dropped to Killian's trousers. "Looks like you're happy to see me, sailor."
Killian toed off his shoes and started on the buttons of his uniform coat. He smirked as Emma's eyes roved over his body, her lip tugged hard between her teeth. "Oh, I'm happy if you're happy," he assured her. He dropped his coat to the floor before yanking off his tie. He approached the corner of the bed slowly, drinking her in. Emma was always beautiful but watching her like this was intoxicating.
Liam held Emma steady as he continued to ride her. She felt incredible, snug and wet around his cock. He could feel the effect having Killian here had on her; her body seemed to hum with intense need. Instinctively, she tried to move faster, but Liam held her tightly. "She's fucking drenching my cock," he said to his brother. "So wet."
Killian stopped in front of Emma, raising one hand to cup a breast. Emma moaned, trying to arch into his touch. He stood before her with his shirt open, teasing her with his lean muscular body. Her eyes dropped to where his happy trail disappeared into his trousers, the prominent bulge clear. Her moan melted into a yelp as he plucked sharply on her sensitive flesh, sparks shooting to her core. "Fuck."
"Does our naughty lass like that?" Killian growled, plucking at the twin. Emma whined in pleasure, her eyes drifting shut.
"Yes," she breathed, the scarves forcing her body to remain upright. With her arms pulled above her head, there was nothing she could do but give in. "More."
Killian obliged her, alternating breasts, tugging and pinching. Nonsense sounds tumbled from her lips, another orgasm coiling in her belly. Liam wasn't idle, smacking the globe of her ass with one hand as he held her firm in the other. The sharp crack of skin on skin, Liam's cock pounding into her hard and deep, Killian's mouth hot on her nipples was too much. Emma climaxed hard, her walls clamping rhythmically around Liam's shaft. He grunted but held on, not ready to end this yet. He pulled out before he could follow, giving her ass a few more firm smacks.
"Fuck, I love you," he murmured into her neck, holding her as she trembled.
Emma felt like she was floating, her blood sizzling just under the surface. Her heart raced a mile a minute, but all she felt was love. Love and peace. She adored her boys so much; she loved that they had this. Lips caressed her skin, Liam kissing along her collar, Killian behind her ear. When Killian's mouth finally found hers, Emma melted into him, only realizing a few moments later that her arms were free. She wrapped them around him, pulling him as close as she could. Two pairs of hands roved her body, not allowing her arousal to fade completely.
"Too many clothes," she complained, fisting Killian's dress shirt. "I need you naked. Right now."
Killian chuckled. "Not satisfied, love?"
"Not even close." She made a point of turning to kiss Liam while Killian finished stripping. He groaned as his cock was blessedly freed; it stood long and proud against his belly. Liam and Emma made room for him on the bed, Emma slanting her mouth across his. He kissed her thoroughly, his knee slipping between hers. He felt something he didn't expect between her legs.
"What's this?" he growled, reaching around her hip. He cursed, the metal of the plug warm to the touch. "You have been naughty, lass."
"Mmhmm," Emma confirmed, her arousal spiking again as he manipulated the plug. "Fuck, Killian."
That just drove him beyond reason. "Christ, I need to fuck you, love."
Emma widened her legs. "Please. Please fuck me, Killian."
Killian sat up and straddled one of her legs. He yanked her closer, twisting her to where he wanted her. Emma screamed as he took her, hard and deep, his already large cock feeling even larger than normal. He held her right leg over his shoulder, rutting into her like a man possessed.
Liam watched from the corner of the bed, his hand slowly stroking his cock. Emma clearly relished every second, clawing at the sheets as Killian claimed her body over and over. He couldn't get enough of his amazing wife's pleasure, the way she needed them both. It didn't take long for Killian to wring another orgasm from her, his name a scream on her lips. He didn't stop, merely slowing the pace of his hips as Emma came down from her high.
Emma panted hard, still reeling from her orgasm. Killian was still rock hard inside her, stroking her over sensitive cunt steadily. He murmured praise into her skin; she moaned in response. Where was Liam? She'd completely forgotten him, but she knew he enjoyed the show. She had to crane her head to find him, perched contently by the post, his cock still erect and weeping. Instinctively, she wet her lips, eager to taste him. "Captain."
"Emma." He didn't miss the way she gazed longingly at his cock; he needed her too.
"May I?" she asked, her breath hitching as Killian rubbed his thumb over her clit.
"What? Use your words, lass."
She sucked in a breath. "I want to suck your cock. I want you in my mouth while Killian fucks my cunt." Their groans only spurred her on. "Then I want you to switch. I need to be full, Liam. Please."
How could he say no when she pleaded so sweetly? Together, he and Killian nudged her a bit further down the bed, just enough that her head tipped over the edge. She moaned as Killian sank back into her swollen core, but her mouth watered for Liam's cock. Liam loomed above her, his fingers brushing over her kiss swollen lips. She captured his thumb between them, sucking hard. "Eager, isn't she, brother?"
Killian slowed his hips, mesmerized by his wife's desire. "Aye. Bloody insatiable."
Emma thought that Liam would continue to make her wait, but he surprised her, turning her head slightly so she could take him in. She opened wide, wrapping her lips firmly around Liam's warm thick shaft. She hummed as he slowly began to fuck her mouth, rocking into her over and over and over. He gripped the nearby post, needing it to steady him, as her hot wet mouth engulfed him. He couldn't tear his eyes away, the image of his wife ridden from both ends intoxicating.
Emma felt like she was on fire, in the very best way. The plug in her ass, Killian filling her cunt, Liam filling her mouth…her entire body hummed with ecstasy. She practically vibrated with it. She leaned her head back, moaning as he sank deeper, brushing the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, relishing his bark of surprise. "Fuck, Emma."
"I want her mouth," Killian declared, still fucking her deeply. She was so hot and wet; she clearly loved having all her holes filled. "She's so wet, brother."
Liam groaned, nodding. "Aye." He slipped from her mouth reluctantly, his fingers brushing the apple of her cheek lovingly. Emma smiled a lazy grin, so thankful they were always willing to indulge her needs. She felt painfully empty as they left her, moving around the bed. Liam snatched up a pillow then tapped her hip. Emma lifted them without being told, eager for the change in angle. Liam took her with a single hard thrust, dragging a loud moan from her throat.
"Open up for me, lass," Killian demanded, stroking his cock.
She obeyed quickly, her tongue sliding over his shaft as he slipped past her lips. She tasted her own arousal on his skin, which made her burn hotter. Only these two men could make her feel like this, like she was a goddess. She fumbled for each of their hands, tangling her fingers with theirs.
"So fucking beautiful," Killian murmured, squeezing her fingers.
"Aye," Liam agreed, stroking her swollen nub with his thumb. Emma moaned and jerked; Killian grunted, his orgasm coiling at the base of his spine. Liam lifted Emma's legs over his shoulders, taking her with hard deep thrusts. Her body reacted almost instantly, her walls fluttering. "That's it, love. Come for us. Come on my cock like a good girl."
Emma climaxed; her body helpless to do anything but heed his command. Stars burst behind her eyes; her body spasmed. Pleasure sparked every nerve, her screams muffled by Killian's cock filling her mouth. He pulled out before he could follow her in bliss; Liam had no such control. Her clenching walls were too much; he grunted something that sounded like her name as he climaxed, filling her with his seed. Emma moaned as aftershocks gripped her; she felt him pulsing against her cervix. Her head thrashed; she fisted the sheet. "Oh my god," she gasped.
Killian watched her in fascination; he couldn't get enough of her pleasure. Liam rolled away with a grunt; Emma panted for air. Killian walked around the end of the bed, crawling the opposite side. Emma felt the bed dip; she wrenched her eyes open. His gorgeous blue eyes were dark with desire, his own need burning there. She shivered, wondering what he would do to her. Killian spread her legs once more, his eyes on hers as he bent to taste her. The unique flavor of Emma and Liam's mixed essence burst across his tongue; his cock twitched in response. Emma keened as he licked her abused flesh, her fingers sinking into his hair. She held him in place, need once again settling in her belly. Killian chuckled as she tried to buck against him, eager for more of his mouth. She tasted divine, freshly fucked and still trembling.
"Hmmm, how should I have you, lass?" he purred, lapping at her leaking cunt. "You've been so good for us."
Emma moaned, past caring how her husband fucked her. She simply needed him inside her. "Don't care," she breathed, her core still fluttering. "God, just get in me!"
Killian groaned, unable to tease her any longer. He grabbed her hips and rolled her over, forcing her up on her hands and knees. Emma arched her back, giving herself willingly. Killian knelt between her spread legs, pushing inside her oversensitive sex. She keened loudly, dropping her head. He felt so good, long and thick, as he impaled her on his cock. The plug made everything more intense, the rounded edge of it rubbing along his shaft with every rock of his hips. Emma fell to her elbows, too weak to do anything but kneel there and take him. He gave her everything, his pelvis pressing against the plug with every drive. Killian bent over her, looping his arm around her to hold her as he fucked her with swift hard strokes. Impossibly, she felt another orgasm building in her core, one that would finally sate her. It blossomed slowly, rippling outward, stealing her breath. Killian felt it, finally allowing himself to follow her. White hot pleasure burned through him as he rutted into her over and over, the sound of their slapping skin filling the room.
Emma and Killian sagged into the bed, both gasping for air. Killian held her close, settling with on their sides. Liam settled in front of Emma, gently bringing her hand to his lips. She floated, barely conscious, secure in the feeling of safety that her boys brought her. Even as hearts slowed and breathing evened out, no one moved. Emma drifted, her exhausted body giving in to sleep.
She woke to a growling stomach. She also woke up alone. The room was dimly lit, but the scent of food wafted up the stairs. Emma rolled over, scrubbing her hand over her face. How long has she been asleep? She was thankful for the lack of nightmares, but she wanted her boys with her. They were probably downstairs cooking up a storm. That thought brought a smile to her lips. They'd been nothing but wonderful since her rescue; she knew she'd be a lot worse without them in her life.
So much for her plan to turn the tables and cook for them. Oh well. Another night.
A need to see them took hold of her; she climbed out of bed and found some clothes. Some of their clothes, but what did that matter? They were comfier than hers. Emma had to knot Killian's shirt at her waist, lest it fall to her knees. She padded downstairs silently, sans shoes or socks. The scent of food got stronger; there was music playing. "Something smells good," she said, stepping into the kitchen.
Liam turned. "I thought we'd have to carry you downstairs," he teased gently. "You were out cold."
"You should take that as a compliment," she replied, standing on her toes to kiss him sweetly. "What are you making?"
"I thought we'd try something new," he replied, peeking into the oven.
"It smells delicious."
"Thank you."
"Where's Killian?"
"Choosing some wine. Go on. This is almost ready."
Emma did as her husband suggested, padding into the dining room. It was where they kept some of their favorite wines. They rarely used the room for eating, usually when they were entertaining friends. Still, Emma had some very fond memories in this room. "Killian? You in here?"
"Aye, sweetheart." He smiled as his wife entered, looking rather fetching in their baggy clothes and messy golden tresses. Her kiss was just as sweet; he couldn't resist pulling her into his arms. Emma hugged him back, sighing happily. "Alright?"
She nodded against his chest. "I'm good."
He looked down, his brow raised. "You're sure?"
"Yes," she said, trying not to feel exasperated. "I promised to be honest, right?"
"You did." But Killian had been where Emma was, post trauma. Hard experience taught him that protecting your loved ones often felt more important that taking care of yourself.
She could see what he was thinking. "Every day is a little bit better," she promised. "And I'm going to see the therapist next week."
He skimmed his lips across her brow. "You understand why we worry, yeah?"
"I do. And I love you for it, Killian. I really do. But I think I might be ready to go without the babysitters."
He grinned. "I hope you don't call them that to their faces, love."
"I know everyone means well, but I need some time to myself too."
"I still don't like leaving you," he admitted. They'd come so close to losing her forever; every minute spent away from her was excruciating.
"I know exactly how you feel."
"How did you cope?"
"I threw myself in taking care of you, remember? God, I did everything wrong. But I was so scared; I didn't want to cause you anymore pain." Granted, Killian's injuries had been worse than hers, but she regretted her behavior. She regretted all the little moments she could have spent with them, just enjoying the fact that they were together and safe.
"Hey, hey, it's okay." Killian brought her lips to his in a tender kiss. "None of us were in a good place then, love. But we got through it. Together."
She smiled. "Yeah. I did miss you today though. Just so you know."
He laughed, a warm rich sound that made her feel good. "I missed you too. More than you know." He hugged her close once more, his lips brushing her hair. "Though if I'd known Liam was getting off early, I would have too."
"He surprised me," she admitted. "But it was a good surprise. You're welcome to surprise me any time, sailor."
"I'll take you up on that." He already had plans whirling in his head. He couldn't wait to surprise her. "I love you, Emma."
"I love you too, Killian." She stood up on her toes and kissed him firmly, his lips warm and soft. "I'm glad you're home."
"Me too." Her stomach rumbled again, which made her cheeks flush. "Someone's hungry."
They walked hand in hand back to the kitchen; Killian had a bottle cradled in his other arm. Liam greeted them warmly, pleased to see them take a moment alone together. Killian was just as much Emma's husband as Liam himself was. "Red or white?"
"You suggested red so that's what I went with," Killian replied. "Though I got a bit distracted by our lovely wife."
"Hey, don't blame me," Emma protested. "I just wanted to say hello to my husband after a long day at work."
"I think I like the way we said hello earlier, lass."
She flushed. "Stop it."
Killian grinned. "Yes, I definitely like that better." He kissed her cheek before settling her on a stool. He sat to her left while Liam sat on her right. He could see what she meant when she said that each day was better than the one before. He could see it in her eyes. If he could help—even in the smallest of ways—then he would do anything she asked.
They made small talk as they ate; once again, Liam's talent as a chef blew her away. She had a second helping of almost everything, eating until she was stuffed. Liam allowed her warm smile to distract him from what he knew needed to be said. He was dreading telling her about what happened at his meeting, but he knew he couldn't keep it from her. She was going to find out, sooner or later.
"What should we do now?" Emma asked, stretching her arms above her head. "Another quiet night at home?" It was something of a joke; all they'd done since returning was stay home. Part of that was because of the paps outside, but part of it was because the outside world was so exhausting. Emma simply liked being home. It had been too long since she'd had the luxury of just staying home. Home was safe. And Emma craved that feeling of safety right now.
Liam glanced from his brother to his wife; it was time to break the news. "After the day I've had, a quiet night is very welcome," he said cautiously.
Emma studied her husband's face. She knew when he came home that something had happened, something he was reluctant to talk about. She hadn't pressed him since they'd been wrapped up in…other activities. It seemed they all needed a way to vent their frustrations with everyday life. Not that Emma was complaining. Not in the slightest.
"What happened?"
"I'd rather not talk about it here in our kitchen, lass."
"That bad, huh?" Whatever happened with Clara obviously affected him. She couldn't tell if he was upset or just pissed or both.
"Let's just say I'd rather be holding you while I explain."
Emma and Killian shared a look. They both knew how much Liam disliked his ex and worse, he hated that Clara sought to ruin his relationship with Emma…repeatedly. Her attempted seduction in his office had been the last straw, or so Emma thought. What more could that bitch have done? She slid her hand across the island to cover his. "Whatever it is, we'll get through it," she said, recalling Killian's words from earlier. "It's what we do."
Liam offered her a boyish half smile. He loved how confident Emma was in what they had. They'd all come a long way from that one night in New York. "Aye, it is," he replied, curling his fingers around hers. He brought her hand to his lips, kissing her skin gently.
They opted to leave the clean up for later, pausing only to allow some of the pans to soak in hot water. Liam led them upstairs, dimming the lights in their bedroom. Emma settled in the middle of the bed, propping up some pillows for them. Liam joined her, tucking her into his side. They waited patiently for Killian, who took a few minutes to throw their scattered clothes into a hamper. Only then did he climb into bed, resting his head in her lap. She smiled down at him, running her fingers through his messy hair. "You have a long day too, babe?"
Killian relaxed into her touch. "Frustrating, more like," he said with a heavy sigh.
"Seems there's a lot of that going around."
"I'm surprised you don't feel like a caged animal," he observed.
"I was thinking about that earlier. I guess I'm just glad to be home. Our home. Though I was starting to wonder if you guys were afraid to leave me alone."
Liam frowned. "Why didn't you say something, lass?"
"I'm saying it now. I appreciate everyone's concern, but I'm safe enough here, right?" She'd been the first to voice concern that Neal's organization but still be a threat, but she didn't want to live in fear.
Killian brought her hand to his lips. "Actually, I have some news about that."
"You do?"
"I had a meeting with the a representative from attack investigation committee. Anderson arranged it. They seem to agree with you, Emma."
"So, they've got some sort of security detail on the house?" Liam asked.
"Aye, it would seem so."
Liam would not deny that it made him feel better. Emma's doubt about their safety worried him; he had no reason to doubt her suspicions. Until, they could talk to Ioan, they didn't have a good idea of what they were dealing with. That bothered him. A lot. The idea of Emma being in danger put him on edge. "How do you feel about that, Emma?"
She snuggled deeper into Liam's arms. "Surprisingly, I don't hate it," she confessed. She didn't want to let the fear get to her, but it did make her feel better to know that they had someone looking out for them, even for a little while.
"You're sure?"
"For the time being," she hedged. "I imagine it will get old after a while."
Liam kissed the top of her head. "Frankly, I'm happy knowing that you're safe."
"With as much as your superiors seem to hate the idea of us being together, I'm surprised they're helping at all."
"We can ask why later. Let's just accept the help for as long as we can tolerate it, yeah?"
She smiled. "Okay."
"Perhaps Ioan can shed some light," Killian suggested.
"I was just thinking the same."
Emma squeezed Killian's hand. "And you're still okay with that?"
Killian squeezed back. "As much as I can. He helped bring you back to us. I'm willing to at least hear him out."
"I'm so proud of you," she murmured, bending down to kiss his temple. She knew Killian's feelings toward his father would always be complex, but perhaps there was still hope for them to find some sort of peace.
Liam didn't want to bring the mood down, but he knew delaying his news would only make it worse. "I wish my news was as uplifting, sweetheart."
Emma slipped her hand into his. "It's okay, Liam. You can tell us."
"I had a bad feeling about it from the start. It seemed pointless, you know?" He honestly just wanted the damn trial over with so he could get on with his life. With Clara as far away from them as possible.
"What was it for?"
"The lawyer said that it was routine, one more chance for the interested parties to work things out before the trial."
"She sexually harassed you, and they want you to negotiate?" Emma demanded, aghast. What kind of justice was that?
"That was my reaction as well."
"I hope you told them to stuff it."
"Well, after what I saw, I think the whole thing was a ruse," Liam said bitterly. "She just wanted to prove she could still get to me."
Emma shivered. "Did she? Get to you?"
"Not in the way she expected," Liam said. His fist clenched; a muscle in his jaw twitched. "All she did was confirm that I made the right choice. This is where I want to be."
"What happened?"
"Well, love…" Liam sighed. "Impossible as it sounds, Clara is pregnant."
That shocked her. Emma sat up straight and turned abruptly. Killian sat up too. "What? That makes no sense!"
"I thought as much too. But it's true all the same. Probably about two months or so."
"Two months, but that means…"
Killian was right there with her. "You don't think she'd tried to pass it off as yours, do you?"
Liam blinked. He hadn't thought of that. "No, no, I don't think she's that diabolical."
Emma looked stern. "Really? After everything she's done?"
"Well, if she was thinking about it, she let her arrogance get the better of her. She all but confirmed that someone else is the father."
"Who do you think it is?"
Liam shrugged. "I've no idea. But I feel sorry for the poor bastard, whoever he is. And the child. No child deserves to come into the world under such circumstances."
Emma nodded in agreement, but in truth, she felt sad. She knew nothing about her parents, nothing about the true circumstances of her birth. Most of the time, it didn't bother her. She had too much good going on in her life to dwell on things she had no control over. But to see someone like Clara bringing new life into the world…it made her sick.
"Emma? You alright, love?"
She clenched her fist. "It's just so…wrong." Clara was one of the most selfish people Emma had ever met; there was no way she could love a child the way a child deserved. Emma grew up alone and unloved; she wouldn't wish that one anyone.
Liam stroked her cheek. "I know, darling. But there isn't anything we can do about it."
Emma blanched. "Wait, what happens if she's convicted?"
"She'd go to the brig." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he realized why she asked. "Damn it. That's her plan."
"What plan?"
"She's counting on a jury to give her a light sentence because of her pregnancy."
Emma frowned, torn. Clara deserved to be punished for what she did to Liam, but now there was an innocent life involved. Hatred for that woman boiled in her veins. How could she? "We can't let that child be born in prison," she said finally. Emma had nearly been in that position herself, if she hadn't miscarried. In that way, it had been a blessing in disguise. It was hard enough when she lost her baby, but she knew in her heart giving birth in jail would have be infinitely worse. It would have scarred her for life.
Well, more than she already was.
"What are you saying, Emma?"
"I'm not sure."
Killian stroked her back. "Emma, love, let's think this through."
"I know it sounds crazy, but I can't help it. The idea…it's just too awful. For the child, I mean."
"Emma, I don't disagree," Liam began, "but you were the one who encouraged me to pursue this."
She sagged. "I know I did. And I support you. It's just…complicated now."
She wasn't wrong about that. God, he hated everything about this. "She deserves to be punished."
"Is there a way to do that without sending her to jail?" The idea of Clara walking free felt wrong too, but what else could they do?
"Dishonorable discharge," Killian said at last. "She wouldn't go to jail, love. But it would effectively ruin her family's reputation. It would make her life much more difficult."
"A plea?" Liam asked, skeptical. "She'll never go for it. And it's my word against hers. With the pregnancy, I'm not sure she'd get convicted if we went to a trial now." That was a depressing thought. Clara was a terrible person, but was it worth the effort? He wasn't sure anymore.
"So, we make her go for it."
"How?"
"Well, we start by finding out who the father is," Killian replied. "See how they feel about the game Clara's playing."
Liam sighed. "Poor bastard probably doesn't even know."
"Exactly."
"But who could it be?"
"That, my dear Emma, sounds like a job for you." Killian grinned. "May be a good way to get back in the swing of things?"
"I can try."
"That's my girl."
The shock wore off; Emma snuggled under the covers. The boys joined her, sandwiching her. Her favorite thing. Killian doused the lights, shrouding them in darkness. "How are you feeling?" Liam asked, gently kissing her brow.
"Tired," she confessed. "Someone wore me out."
Her boys chuckled. "If I recall correctly, you were a very willing participant."
"I'm not complaining!" she cried, before realizing he was teasing. "Besides, why would I complain?" She drew their hands over her hip, smiling as they squeezed possessively. "I'm always very satisfied."
"It's our pleasure," Liam said, finding her lips in the dark. "Love you."
"Love you too." She turned her head, meeting Killian's lips with hers. "And you."
Liam slipped his leg between hers, drawing her closer. "You know what I couldn't stop thinking about, love?"
"What?"
Liam paused, trying to compose his thoughts. Emma had just been through an ordeal; he didn't want her to think he was pressuring her or that he wasn't completely happy with her. "When I saw Clara, I didn't feel anything. Well, nothing except pity for the child. But for her…there was nothing. We were together for a long time; she always talked about how she wanted children."
"But you didn't."
"Not back then, no. I was fresh out of the Academy, just starting on my career. I helped Mum raise Killian. I wasn't ready. I know now, that's not why we broke up. We weren't right for each other. I didn't know what I was looking for, not until I found it."
Killian murmured his agreement. He'd also had a string of one stands and bad relationships, all while searching for something he didn't know was missing. But the night he saw Emma in the club, everything changed. He knew Liam felt the same. It was why the decision to share her came so easily. She was their perfect match.
Emma blinked back tears and firmly pressed her lips to his. She loved her boys so much; she couldn't truly put it into words. "I didn't know what I was looking for either and suddenly, there you were. Both of you."
"I still want to have a family with you, Emma," Liam said. "But there's no rush, especially not now."
"I agree with Liam," Killian murmured behind her. "We've got plenty of time."
Tears threated to spill over again; she blinked them back. "I love you both so much."
"And we love you, wife. Now, how about we get some sleep? The world will still be there in the morning."