Author's note: Apologies for the late of updates. I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. For those of you wanting a bit more Emma/Killian alone time, this chapter should make you happy. We'll get into more plot like things soon. Warning: this chapter contains period sex. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Chapter 7
Emma sagged the moment the door closed. She leaned back against it, trying to keep her breathing steady until the pain eased somewhat. With everything that had happened to her over the last few weeks, she'd almost forgotten how awful this felt.
It didn't help that there was a tiny part of her that felt slightly disappointed.
It was ridiculous, really. She'd just gone through something traumatic. She was nowhere near ready to be a mother. Emma hadn't thought about her period in weeks—not that she liked thinking about it. Her gynecological history wasn't pleasant; her periods could often be debilitating. It had gotten better since she started seeing a specialist here in London, but it still hurt like a bitch. There was only one thing that seemed to truly help, but she'd just sent her husbands off to work, none the wiser about her condition.
They were in the Navy; they couldn't just drop everything because their wife was uncomfortable. She'd dealt with this for years; she would be fine.
So why did she feel just a little bit sad?
She'd honestly been surprised when she found her underwear stained with dried blood. Her cycle was the furthest thing from her mind. She'd only had her first appointment with her new therapist the day before. She'd felt fine then, physically at least. Usually, she got some warning. Aside from being extra horny, of course. Had she been too distracted to see the signs?
Only after checking her calendar did she fully realize. She was late. At first, panic seized her. Memories of the last time flooded her, alone in her cell, the way her voice shook when she asked for a pregnancy test. The sheer terror she'd felt when the test came back positive. Truthfully, it took her a couple of minutes to remember where she was and who was on the other side of the bathroom door. She wasn't alone; she was married to two incredible men, who loved her. Her stained underwear meant that she wasn't pregnant.
But she could have been.
Emma was almost a week and a half late. If she'd been paying attention, she might have spent the last week and a half freaking out. It was an odd feeling. She wanted to be a mom…one day. Not now. For a long time, she hadn't been sure about motherhood at all. Now she was, but she knew the time wasn't right for them. Liam had just assured her a few days ago that they were fine with waiting. It was such a relief. She needed some time and space to get her head on right before they could even consider starting to try to get her pregnant.
Not that it wouldn't be fun to practice in the meantime.
Yet, she couldn't deny that a tiny, tiny part of her was sad that she wasn't pregnant now. It was silly and stupid considering their current circumstances, but she couldn't deny what she felt. God, her therapist would have a field day with this!
Emma bit her lip as another cramp clenched her belly. She needed to lay down. Once the worst of the pain passed, she pushed off from the door and headed for the stairs. She had to take them slower than she wanted; it really did hurt more than she expected. Had she forgotten her meds? Shit, she probably had. Thing had been so hectic following the kidnapping; she'd even stopped taking the pain meds the doctor proscribed her.
Just get in bed, she thought to herself. Surely, she could sleep through the worst of it. Before she could collapse into the inviting softness of their king size bed, she reconsidered. Meds. She needed her meds and a heating pad. That would help. She padded around to the bathroom and started opening cabinets, searching for what she needed. She located the heating pad under the sink and her meds in the medicine cabinet. She downed the latter with some water before headed back to bed. She fell into it with a groan, immediately curling into a ball. God, it hurt. It hurt more than the car accident had and that was saying something.
She would have to thank her gyno at her next appointment.
Emma slung the heating pad over her belly and switched it on. It took a minute for it to heat to the right temperature; she sighed at the heat soaked into her skin. The pain slowly eased a bit, enough that she no longer felt the need to curl into a fetal position. She tried to shut her mind off, but the conflicted emotions remained. Panic, relief, disappointment, happiness. It all warred within her, exhausting her. She hadn't slept well the night before, plagued once again by nightmares. The doctor assured her it was all normal, that her mind needed time to heal. It didn't make the guilt go away. Killian and Liam were absolute sweethearts, but she felt bad about disturbing their sleep. She couldn't help it.
Eventually, just as she hoped, she fell asleep.
Killian closed the file, sighing in frustration. Logically, he understood why Anderson took him off the terrorist investigation. Knowing that Emma's ex was responsible made it impossible for him to be objective. If they wanted to nail the bastard (and those he worked for), then he needed to steer clear. That didn't make it easier to take. He hated feeling useless. Nothing else his team was working on was nearly as important. He needed that wanker Neal out of their lives once and for all. Sure, he was in jail now. But if his friends were as powerful as the folks at Interpol claimed, then he might not stay there.
Emma needed some fucking piece of mind that she would never have to see him again.
It was one of the many things he intended to ask Ioan when they saw him. If they saw him. There was still no word on when they could visit. Killian had no idea what the delay was. Ioan had requested to see his sons, more than once. Now that Liam and Killian actually wanted to visit, they were being stonewalled! It made no sense. Emma's safety was at stake. If they didn't hear something soon, Killian was going to take matters into his own hands.
He couldn't help but wonder how Emma was doing. As she requested, Ruby and Mary Margaret had stopped making their daily visits, giving Emma some precious time to herself. Knowing that she had someone watching her made Killian feel better. The nondescript cars remained outside their townhouse, sometimes changing from black to silver to white. He'd never gone to visit with the sentinels keeping his wife safe; he wasn't even supposed to know they were there. But he was very grateful they were.
Yet, this morning something had been off. Emma looked unusually pale when she exited the bathroom that morning. She chalked it up to being tired; she had woken up a couple of times in the night, drenched in sweat. Each time, he and Liam held her until she stopped shaking, whispering comforting words in her ear. He hated seeing her that way, frightened and tense, but he knew time was the only true healer. She'd made some extraordinary strides already, more than she knew. But he could see it. She smiled more; she was less jumpy. The fact that she allowed them to tie her to their bed as the brothers took turns ravishing her was incredible.
He couldn't wait until she felt well enough to turn the tables on them.
Still, he couldn't shake the notion that something was wrong on this particular morning. He fished his phone out of his pocket and opened up his messages. Morning, love. How's my girl doing?
He waited a couple of minutes for a response; none came. That was odd. Emma was usually very good about replying. Perhaps she wasn't near her phone? She was researching who the father of Clara's baby could be—Killian was still having trouble believing that was real. He'd never liked or trusted that woman, even when she and Liam were together. Something about her just rubbed him the wrong way. Granted, he didn't know how unstable she was, but that didn't matter. She was all wrong for his big brother.
Fate had other plans.
Killian never really questioned he and Liam falling in love with the same woman. Emma was amazing, smart, funny, tenacious, sexy, compassionate. Killian knew the moment he saw her that she was the One. That night in New York revealed that she was adventurous too. She had to be, willing—even eager—to take them both at once. Moreover, it felt natural.
Looking back, he supposed it should have been awkward. But it wasn't. How could it be awkward, when Emma was the center of attention? She was in her element, drowning in all the pleasure they could give her. Now, more than a year later, that passion hadn't abated. If anything, it intensified. Because now they had love between them. Loving Emma Swan was the most powerful thing Killian had ever done; he couldn't imagine his life without her. Just as he couldn't imagine loving her without his brother right beside him, loving her just as fiercely as he. It might be unusual, but it was theirs.
He tapped out another text; once again, there was no answer. He knew he was being silly, but suddenly he needed to hear her voice. Make sure she was okay. He paused for only a moment before dialing her number.
It ran four times before she answered. "Hey."
She sounded groggy and suddenly he felt like an ass. "Sorry, love. I didn't realize you were sleeping." Of course, she was napping. She hadn't been sleeping well, you dolt, he thought.
"It's okay," she replied. "It's nice to hear your voice."
Killian smiled to himself. "Aye, I was just thinking the same thing."
"How's work?"
"The same. I feel bloody useless."
"You're not useless," she said firmly. "Just because you're not working on the bomb investigation doesn't mean you're not doing anything important."
Killian leaned back in his chair. "I know. It's just frustrating. I wish we knew more about how it was going." At least, when he was working it, he felt a measure of control. He wasn't a control freak like Liam, but where Emma's safety was an issue, he wanted to know, damn it.
"Maybe we should try calling our new friends at Interpol. They might know something."
"That's a good idea. Later, when we're all home?"
"Yeah, that's good."
She sounded slightly breathless. "Emma? Is everything okay?"
She paused. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."
"Emma," he said sternly.
She sighed; he heard the bed creak as she changed position. "Well, since you asked, I got my period this morning."
"Why didn't you say anything?" He knew too well how much it pained her; when she first moved in, he and Liam stayed home with her to help make her feel better. She'd been doing much better lately, but she was still in some pain.
"I don't know," she said honestly. "I know you guys would fuss."
"You make it sound like looking after our wife is a bad thing, lass."
"No, no, that's not what I meant. I was…god, Killian, I was all over the place this morning. I guess I didn't want to unpack it all right then. I'm sorry."
"You've nothing to apologize for," he said gently. "You're entitled to your feelings."
He thought he heard her sniffle through the phone. Now he was worried. "Emma," he asked carefully, "would you like some company?"
It was a moment before she responded. "Actually, yeah. Could you come home?"
"I'm on my way. Would you like me to call Liam?"
"He's got that meeting with his attorney, remember?"
"Are you sure? I know he'd rather be there with you."
"I'm sure. Can I just spend the afternoon with you?"
She sounded to vulnerable; his heart broke for her. "Of course, darling. I'll be home soon." Once he had a better idea of what Emma was dealing with, he'd let Liam know. Liam would drop everything to be with her, just as Killian himself would. Though, Killian couldn't deny that a few hours alone with his wife were very welcome.
It took nearly forty-five minutes for the return drive to Paddington. The paps were still out in force when he arrived, shouting questions. They wanted to know why he was home so early, like they were entitled to the details of his life. Silence greeted him the moment he closed the door, thank god. He quickly hung up his coat and left his briefcase in the foyer before taking the stairs two at a time. "Emma?"
Emma smiled softly at the sound of his voice. "Hey."
Killian sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to caress her cheek. "How do you feel?"
"A little better. I forgot my meds, so it hurts more than usual."
"Oh darling." He ducked down and brushed his lips against hers. "I'm sorry."
"Hold me?"
"Of course." He kicked off his shoes and socks, then stripped down to his undershirt and boxers. Emma scooted over as he climbed into Liam's side of the bed. Emma sighed as his lean form pressed up against her back, his strong arms moved around her waist. "Better?"
"Hmm, yeah." She snuggled against him; her ass pressed against his crotch.
Killian kissed where neck met shoulder. "I'm sorry you're feeling poorly."
"Not your fault," she mumbled, sliding her fingers over his forearm. "I completely forgot my meds. I forgot how much this hurts."
"Is there anything else I can do?"
"I'm good right now. But maybe in a little while?" She knew exactly what he was asking; she was willing. Very willing. She just wanted to feel a little more human first. As he hummed his agreement, she smiled. "Thanks for coming home."
"My pleasure, love." He massaged loving circles into her sides and belly, hoping to make her feel better. Slowly, her breathing evened out; she was asleep. At length, his eyelids got heavy too; he didn't fight it, following her into sleep.
When Emma woke up, she felt…perhaps not refreshed, but at least not exhausted. She was still in pain, but it was manageable. Even better, she wasn't alone. Killian's warm body was pressed against her back, his arm holding her possessively. Carefully, she slipped his hand under her shirt; she liked the feel of his skin against hers.
"Emma?" Killian murmured, his accent thicker from sleep.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
Killian moved his hand higher, his fingers stroking the underside of her breast. Emma bit back a moan. "It's quite alright."
She rolled over onto her back, reaching for him. Their lips met in a lazy kiss, nothing urgent, just exploring. Killian's hand wasn't idle; he palmed her bare breast, squeezing firmly. A shudder of need rolled through her; her nipples tightened. "Killian," she breathed.
"Is this okay, love?"
Already the pain was fading behind her growing need. "Very okay," she confirmed, arching closer. "Don't stop."
He kissed her again, hard, all his blood rushing to his groin. He didn't understand what it was that made her so desirable when she was in this state, but he craved her. She was all heat and wetness, pure passion. Liam didn't know what he was missing. He peeled her shirt over her head, baring her to his hungry gaze. "Bloody hell, love."
She coaxed his head to her breast, moaning loudly as he wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked hard. Arousal pooled low in her belly; her clit throbbed. She spread her legs eagerly, allowing him to settle between her thighs. Emma groaned as he ground against her; she needed him inside her. Soon. "Fuck, Killian."
"I can feel how hot you are," he growled, nipping at her taut peak. "Can't wait to feel you around me."
"Here?" They'd never fucked in the bed while she was in this state; she assumed it would freak him out.
"Why not?" He thrust against her, earning himself another of her delicious moans. "I intend to spend the whole afternoon fucking you senseless, wife."
Oh god. "Mess?" she breathed.
"We can take care of that." Reluctantly, he got up and headed for the bathroom. Along the way, he peeled off his shirt and boxers, leaving him naked. Emma drank in his nude form as he returned with some towels and the small bathroom trash can. She plucked lightly at her nipples as he spread out a few of the towels, his cock bobbed against his belly. He spotted her watching. "See something you want?"
"Mmmhmmm."
He stood beside the bed. "Best come and get it then."
Emma got on her hands and knees, crawling across the bed. She felt powerful and wanton as she approached him, his fist curled loosely around his cock. She wet her lips quickly before leaning forward to take him in. She wasn't shy, taking him in until he brushed the back of her throat. She hummed around him; Killian groaned. He fisted her hair, holding it back so he could watch as she sucked his cock. Wet slurping sounds filled the room as she rocked back and forth, fucking him with her mouth. It felt incredible, her mouth warm and wet and inviting. He caught a glimpse of them in the mirror; Emma looked utterly wanton and glorious on her knees like this. He grabbed her hair more firmly, rocking his hips, forcing more of himself down her throat.
"Such a hot mouth, love," he growled, pumping his hips steadily. Emma moaned around him, turned on by the way he used her body. "Suck me. That's it."
Emma's core clenched as she bobbed and sucked and licked his beautiful cock. God, she needed this. She needed Killian so badly, to use her, to fuck her, to crave her as much as she did him. All thought of pain and discomfort was forgotten; all she felt was need. She teased the head of his cock, swirling her tongue, sucking, making frankly obscene sounds as she worked him over. His hand tightened almost uncomfortably in her hair, but it only made her burn hotter for him.
"Bloody hell," Killian cursed, fighting against the orgasm that coiled at the base of his spine. As incredible as her mouth was, he didn't want to come there. He needed to feel her hot, tight, wet core around him, feel her walls ripple alone his length as she climaxed. Before he could lose control, he pulled her away, hissing as the cool air of the room caressed his aching flesh. "Need to be inside you, love."
Emma nodded in agreement, quickly rolling onto her back. She scooted over until her hips rested on the thick towels and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her underwear. They weren't the least bit sexy, granny panties really, but Killian didn't seem to mind. He stroked his cock lazily as she finished stripping; he didn't even blink as she carefully extracted her used tampon and threw it into the garbage. She didn't get the chance to feel self-conscious; Killian was on top of her in a flash. He kissed her hard, driving any other thoughts from her head. The hard ridge of his cock rubbed deliciously against her aching clit; she gasped. "Please," she panted, rocking her hips. "Fuck me, Killian. Fuck. Me."
Her desperation was music to his ears. He pushed her legs back as he lined himself up. Emma's eyes flew wide as he entered her slowly—so slowly—Killian's brow furrowed in concentration. She stretched to take him, every thick inch of his glorious cock. Emma moaned loudly, fisting the sheet with both hands as he bottomed out. "Yes," she hissed, her walls clenching involuntarily around him. She was so fucking lucky; both of her lovers were well endowed, filling her to perfection every time they fucked her. She arched as his hips rocked slowly, turned on by the way he used her body.
"Fucking hell," Killian growled, spreading her legs wide, grunting with every deep drive of his hips. Being with Emma was always incredible, but this was something else. She was so wet, so hot around him; he never wanted to leave. She gripped him tightly, sucking him back every time he withdrew. He pressed his forehead to her shoulder, desperate to hang on. He wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible.
Emma grabbed his hair, dragging his lips to hers. She kissed him roughly, rocking her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. "Harder," she pleaded. "Need to feel all of you."
Killian growled dangerously as she pulled his hair. Without another word, he pressed her right leg back against her chest, giving him the leverage to fuck her the way she needed. Emma cried out as he sank even deeper inside her, hitting her just right. Almost instantly, she started to tremble, her first orgasm building deep in her core. "Come for me, Emma. Come."
She wailed long and loud as she let go, her nails digging into his biceps. Her lover didn't stop, fucking her through it, dragging out her pleasure. Before she came down, he stilled, panting hard. She whined in complaint as he pulled out, but Killian grabbed her by the hips. He twisted her onto her hands and knees, forcing her to face the mirror. He held her head up as he pressed the tip of his cock to her still clenching sex. "Watch as I fuck you," he ordered, teasing her with the fat head of his cock. "See how gloriously wanton you are, wife. How much you crave my cock."
Emma shivered, wetting her lips. She couldn't have looked away if she wanted to. Again, Killian took her slowly, groaning as she stretched to accommodate him. Somehow, he felt even bigger like this, impaling her on his shaft over and over, filling her. He held her by the hips, pumping his hips steadily, soaking in her heat. She was so wet; watching never ceased to turn her on. She was so sexy like this, taking his cock like she was made for it. He twisted his fingers in her hair, forcing her to arch. Emma moaned, instinctively rocking back on his cock. "That's it, love," he praised. "Fuck my cock, lass. Wanna feel you come all over it."
Emma nodded, moving faster. Obscene wet sounds filled the room; she bit her lip, reveling in the sensations. Killian pulled her toward him, perching her over his thighs. She gasped in pleasure at the new angle; Killian cupped her chin, forcing her to look in the mirror. She looked utterly debauched, nipples tight, skin flushed, lips swollen from his kisses. She glanced down at where they were joined, as the sticky mess they were making. It didn't repulse her. Bizarrely, it turned her on. She grabbed his free hand, guiding it to her swollen clit. "Oh my god," she breathed, shuddering as he stroked her.
"You feel so good," he murmured darkly in her ear. "You're such a dirty girl, lass. So wet and tight around me, taking every fucking inch. Do you like when I fuck you like this? Do you like when I make a mess of you?"
"Yes," she breathed, arching. She planted her feet, desperate to come. She rode him harder, skin slapping together, his cock striking her cervix with every thrust. "Come inside me, Killian. I need to feel you come inside me."
He rubbed her clit faster, needing her to come with him. They moaned and grunted and gasped, each chasing their high. Emma got there first, moaning his name as another climax seized her. Killian threw them both forward, rutting into her hard and deep, grunting as his own climax rippled through him. Emma bit her lip as yet another high took her, the feel of his cock pulsing inside her too much for her sensitive core. They fucked until they both were spent; Killian collapsed against her, pressing her into the mattress. She didn't protest; she was too sated to care.
Killian managed to fall on his side, pulling Emma with him. He buried his nose in her hair, inhaling the scent of vanilla and sex. "I love you," he murmured softly. No matter what craziness was going on in their lives, that always remained true. It was all worth it to be able to hold her in his arms.
Emma snuggled back against him, content for the moment. There was no pain, no discomfort, just peace. "Thank you," she whispered back, squeezing his fingers.
"You feel better?"
"Very much."
He kissed the back of her neck. "You're welcome." As much as he wanted to simply remain there, they needed to get cleaned up. "Think you could handle a quick shower, lass?"
Emma whined; she didn't want to move. However, she knew Killian was right. "Together?"
"Of course." Killian rose first, then scooped her into his arms. She giggled breathlessly as he carried her into the bathroom.
"I can walk, you know."
"Sweetheart, if you can walk, then I didn't do my job right."
She laughed. "Maybe you'll just have to keep trying."
"I did promise," he replied, waggling his eyebrows at her.
Emma leaned against the wall while Killian turned on the shower; she found a tie to put her hair up. She didn't want to deal with wet hair. She didn't need to look to know she was a sight. She could feel the stickiness between her thighs. Thankfully, she wasn't squeamish. Once Killian was satisfied with the temperature, he opened the door and helped her inside. Emma moaned as the hot spray hit her skin; it was perfect.
"This is amazing," she breathed, turning around so the hot water could cascade down her back.
Killian followed her inside, resting his hands on her hips to steady her. Emma wrapped her arms around his neck, glancing up at him from under her lashes. Even like this she was utterly beautiful; she took his breath away. Neither spoke; they didn't need to. Their love for each other shown in their eyes. Emma rose up on her toes, lightly brushing his lips with hers. They made out lazily under the cascading water, their skin slick and warm. Emma sighed into his mouth as he pressed her against the tile; she could spend hours like this. Killian's lips were warm and soft, his tongue stroked hers lazily. She ran her hands down his back, not stopping until she cupped his delectable ass.
"Again, darling?" he murmured, his thumbs flicking over her nipples.
"Just keep kissing me," she whispered. Yes, his touch was doing wicked things to her, but she knew it was too soon for him to have her again. She could be patient. After all, she got him all to herself this afternoon.
He gave her nipple a rough tweak. "I think the lady needs a bit more than that." He held her heavy lidded gaze as he fumbled for the body wash. He flipped the bottle upside down and squeezed a healthy amount into his hands. Emma bit her lip as he lathered up and started to caress her body. She pulled him in for a hungry kiss as he washed her, his strong rough hands massaging the soap into her skin. It was intensely erotic; heat pooled between her legs. Killian paid special attention to her breasts, fondling them roughly as she moaned for him. "Bloody insatiable, you are," he murmured against her lips.
"You created a monster," she confirmed, rolling her hips. She'd suffered her periods alone for years. Then a few months ago, Killian offered to help ease her pain. With orgasms. Lots of orgasms. She was all too willing; not only did it actually help with the pain, but it was deliciously naughty. It was on par with their trips to the sex clubs, especially when they let people watch her get fucked. She couldn't get enough.
"Well, I'll have to do my best to sate the monster," he chuckled. He squirted another dollop of body wash, then knelt before her. Emma leaned against the tile as he soaped up her legs, starting at the ankle. Emma allowed her eyes to fall shut, reveling in his touch.
The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils; he loved how responsive she was. He'd never known anyone like Emma, a woman who owned her sexuality and wasn't shy about what she needed. He and Liam were extremely fortunate to have found her. She moaned softly as he gently washed her sex; he kissed her flat belly as he circled her sensitive nub. Emma fisted his hair, her hips rocking of their own accord. "God, that feels good," she murmured.
Killian chuckled. "So needy."
"Damn right," she confirmed. Her moan turned into a surprised gasp as his soapy hand slid over her ass, fingers touching her rear entrance. "Oh god."
"Hmm, you are needy today. Too bad we don't have something for you."
Emma shivered, suddenly desperate for something to fill her ass. "Under the sink," she replied breathlessly.
"What's under the sink?"
"New…fuck…toy," she replied, her need building. "Anal plug."
"And when did you acquire this?"
"Last week. I was going to…surprise you."
Killian stood up, kissing her fiercely. "My naughty wife." She smiled at him. "No touching," he ordered. "Or we don't play."
Emma nodded her assent. The cold air of the room hit her full force when he opened the door; she shivered. She was very horny, her core begging to be touched, stroked, filled. Her fingers itched, but she forced herself not to touch. Killian was back in less than a minute, brandishing her new anal plug. It was seven inches long, not tapered like so many they owned, but shaped more like beads.
"Turn around."
Emma obeyed, turning and bracing her hands on the tile. Killian wasted no time, his fingers massaging the tight ring of muscle. Her moans of pleasure were delicious; he could spend hours listening to her. The soap made her slippery; she keened as he pressed a single finger into her ass. "Fuck."
"Oh, you'll get fucked plenty today," he promised. "Perhaps we could even convince Liam to join in the fun."
Emma moaned; yes, she would like that. She wanted Liam to find them together, Killian fucking her brains out, making her scream his name. She wanted to suck his cock while Killian rode her into oblivion, then take her any way he wanted her. She needed his eyes on her as Killian made her come; she craved it. "God, Killian."
"Love this arse," he murmured, easing a second finger inside. "Always so tight for me."
"More," she pleaded. Before she could gasp, she was empty. Something hard and wet pressed against her hole; the hot water and Killian's expert touch made her pliant and relaxed. She bit her lip as the plug pressed inside; Killian eased it in slowly, inch by inch. It was unlike anything she'd felt inside her; she definitely liked it.
"Feel good?"
"So good, Killian."
He grinned and reached up for the showerhead. Finally, he started to rinse the soap from her body, starting at her neck and shoulders. Emma hummed in pleasure; the hot water felt heavenly against her skin. Killian sat on the nearby ledge, then coaxed Emma to lean against him. She did so, watching as the soap sluiced down her body. She turned her head, kissing her lover lazily, the spray moving lower and lower. She jumped when it hit her sex, almost falling. Killian tightened his arm around her waist. "Hold on to me, love."
She did as he bid, spreading her legs as wide as she could. Killian changed the mode on the nozzle; the water came out in short hard bursts. Emma cried out as he pressed it to her clit. Her nails dug into his skin as he mercilessly pummeled her sex, her legs closed instinctively.
"Ah, ah, ah," Killian scolded. "Open your legs, Emma. Now."
"Fuuuuck," she moaned, hastening to obey. She clenched rhythmically around the toy in her ass; her clit throbbed. She hooked her feet around Killian's legs so she couldn't close them; she didn't want him to stop.
"Touch yourself," he demanded. "Let me see you."
Emma rolled and pinched her nipples; it felt like electric shocks going through her. Killian kept the nozzle against her aching nub, determined to make her come. It washed over her in a rush, white hot and sizzling through her veins. She screamed, bucking in his hold. He dropped the showerhead; he needed both arms to hold her steady as she climaxed.
"Oh my god," she panted. She was trembling, euphoria drenching every inch of her. "Oh my god."
Killian held her until she stilled, his lips caressing her shoulder. "My gorgeous girl," he murmured.
Emma wasn't sure how long it took her to come down from her high, but she was grateful for Killian's steady presence. She wasn't alone. "Sorry I hogged the hot water," she murmured. The spray at her feet was lukewarm now.
"No need to apologize, lass." He stroked her arms. "Would you be alright while I washed?"
"Yeah, I think so." They switched places; Emma closed her eyes to stave off temptation. She was exhausted; she would kill for a nap. Killian helped her exit the shower and handed her a towel. She blushed a little when he fetched her some clean underwear; while he was gone, she reluctantly removed the plug. She liked it, a lot. Hopefully, she'd get to use it again soon. She was grateful that he turned his back while she got herself situated with a new tampon and panties. She didn't understand why she was shy now. Killian knew her body better than she did.
"Still feeling better?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
"Nap or lunch?"
"I'm not really hungry, but thanks."
"Nap it is then." They held hands as they headed for the bedroom; Killian nude, Emma nearly so. The towels had worked; the sheets were unstained. She sank gratefully into the bed, Killian climbed in after her. She snuggled into his arms; their legs tangled together. "Are you sure you're alright?" he asked gently.
"I'm much better," she promised. "Thanks to you."
"It sounded like something was bothering you when I called. Something other than the obvious."
"Oh." She knew she was being ridiculous, but she didn't think Killian would make fun of her. She trusted him. "I was late."
His brow furrowed. "I don't…" Then the lightbulb went on. "Oh. You were?" He wasn't sure how he felt about that; he could only imagine how it was for Emma.
She nodded. "Yeah. With everything going on, I hadn't been keeping track." She normally didn't need to keep track; her period was like clockwork. "Anyway, once I realized, I was a little freaked out."
He wasn't sure how to respond to that. Did that mean Emma no longer want to be a mother? He didn't think so, but he didn't want to say the wrong thing. "I'm sorry, lass."
She saw a myriad of emotions cross his face. "Hey, I was freaked out. But only because it brought back memories." She touched his cheek. "I still want to be a mom, babe. Just…"
"Not right now," he finished for her.
"Yeah. You get that, right?"
He kissed her forehead. "Of course, Emma. I don't think any of us are ready for parenthood just yet." There was too much going on in their lives at the moment; it was no environment for a child, even one as loved as theirs would be.
Emma hugged him tight. "It was so weird. I was relieved but still kinda sad. Because I could have been pregnant." She'd upgraded from the pill to an implant, so the odds were extremely low. Logically, she knew that. But it didn't change the fact that she wanted a kid.
"They say stress can affect your cycle. That's probably what happened."
"Been doing some reading?"
"I did quite a bit after your first visit to the doctor. I was worried about you."
"That was sweet of you. I doubt most women are as lucky as I am."
He chuckled. "I should hope not."
"Well, thank you for being the best husband ever."
"You're quite welcome." He threaded their fingers together. "You know if you ever need to talk, we're here for you. About anything, love."
"I know. I didn't want you to worry, so I kept my mouth shut. Then you called and…all I wanted was for you to be here."
"I'm glad you did. There is nowhere else I would want to be."
Emma kissed him sweetly. She felt better now that she'd given her feelings a voice. The doctor said that it would be good for her. Exhaustion tugged at her eyelids; Killian stroked her back, encouraging her to sleep. He stayed awake until she was slumbering softly; only then did he allow himself to follow her.
When Emma woke up again, she was parched. Killian was draped over her back, warm and solid. She smiled to herself. She'd felt so discombobulated just a few hours ago. Killian had given her some much needed perspective. Physically, she felt better, either from the meds or Killian's other more enjoyable remedy. She brought his hand to her lips and kissed it. She adored him for dropping everything and coming home. She'd missed spending time with just him.
That said, she was thirsty. Carefully, she eased herself out from under his large frame and climbed from the bed. He stirred for a moment, then stilled. She padded downstairs, not bothering to dress. The kitchen floor was cold under her feet; she shivered. She filled two glasses with ice water, gulping half of one down immediately. She refilled it and took them back upstairs with her. Killian was still asleep.
She felt a twinge of guilt; her bad sleeping habits were affecting her boys just as much as they were her. She left one of the glasses by the bed for him and settled in one of the big fluffy chairs. She picked up her laptop and flipped it open. She was still trying to find out who the father of Clara's baby was. It was incredible to imagine someone like that woman as a mother at all, let alone that she might have suckered some poor idiot into her schemes. Unfortunately, she didn't really have any leads. She didn't even know where to begin.
She'd done her standard background check on her. It looked surprisingly normal for someone Emma knew to be unstable. Clara had everyone around her fooled, but Emma knew better. Had she gotten pregnant on purpose? It seemed likely. What did she hope to gain, aside from the obvious? Perhaps it really was an accident. Despite Liam's assurance, Emma wasn't convinced that Clara wouldn't try to pass off her baby as his.
Over my dead body.
There was only one person she could think of that had some kind of connection to Clara's family. Someone who could be counted on to be discreet. She pulled up her email and typed out a message. She missed Paris. They'd had such a good time there, no expectations, no paps. They could just be. She missed that. Still, she didn't want to give up what they had in London. It was home. Eventually, they'd find peace there again.
"What are you up to, lass?"
Emma snapped the laptop shut. "Working."
Killian stretched out lazily; Emma rolled her eyes at him. Bastard knew exactly what he was doing. "I didn't think I'd be waking up alone."
"You're not alone. I'm right here."
"That's too far away." He pouted at her! She laughed at him. It felt good to laugh. She laid her laptop aside and stood. Killian blatantly oogled her as she approached; Emma smiled. She crawled into the bed, starting at the foot. She ducked to press kisses to his skin, leg, hip, chest. He was grinning like a fool when she reached his lips, pulling her flush against him.
"Better?" she murmured between kisses.
"Much." They made out lazily, in no hurry, simply enjoying the moment. Emma hummed as his rough hands wandered her body. Killian rolled them over, his lips sliding down her throat.
"A girl could get used to this," she breathed, running her fingers through his thick hair.
"You're not already?" he teased.
She laughed. "True." She kissed him again, relishing the way his stubble scratched her skin. "I am insanely spoiled."
"Believe me, lass, we're the ones who are spoiled."
"How? There's only one of me, remember?"
"As if I could forget. My beautiful Swan."
She rolled her eyes. "You're so cheesy."
"But you love me."
"Yeah, I do." She drew his lips back to hers, preferring to shut him up that way. She hooked her leg around his naked hip; Killian growled in response.
"There's my naughty lass."
Emma thrust her hips up and raked her nails down his back. "Are you gonna keep talking or are you gonna fuck me, sailor?"
Killian glanced at the clock. It was nearly five in the evening; Liam would no doubt be home soon. Oh, she was a dirty girl! He did relish getting Liam back for the other day when he came home to find them together. It was one of his favorite things; he knew Emma got off on it. That alone made it worth it. He and Liam both lived for her pleasure. She was meant to be loved and loved well.
"I plan on taking my time with you, darling."
Emma shivered, moaning as he sucked and nibbled at the sensitive spot behind her ear. She bit her lip as he marked her, his hands sliding along her curves. "Hmm, that feels good."
"I aim to please, darling."
She giggled. "I bet you do." She pulled his mouth back to hers, kissing him deeply. Killian pulled her up, maneuvering them so she was perched in his lap. His hands seemed to find all her erogenous zones, making her whole body hum with pleasure. "I love you," she whispered, biting back a moan as he circled her nipples. "God, I love you so much."
Killian chuckled, ducking down to press a kiss to the swell of her breast, right over her heart. "I do love hearing you say that, sweetheart."
"Easy to say when you mean it," she replied, drowning in his heated blue stare. "And I have two of you to love."
"That you do." He coaxed her to arch her back, latching on to one of her nipples. Emma moaned loudly, digging her fingers into his hair. She really hoped Liam got home soon; she wanted both her boys touching her.
Killian gripped her ass, squeezing through her thin panties. "Here, darling?"
This time there was no hesitation. "Please."
Killian released her long enough to dash to the bathroom. He returned with a whole pile of towels and a mischievous smirk on his face. Emma oogled him just as much as he had earlier oogled her; she liked what she saw. She wanted to drag her nails through his chest hair and follow it all the way to his crotch. He laid out enough to cover one corner of the bed, then beckoned her. She came willingly, crawling up his body. She paused when she got to his crotch, shooting him a wicked grin before running her tongue along his length. He was half hard already, but her talented mouth brought him to full mast in moments. Killian leaned back on his elbows, content to watch her. Giving them pleasure made her wet and horny; he wanted her both. Especially since Liam would be home soon.
"Fuuuuck," Killian gasped, as her hand slipped between his legs, stroking the sensitive spot there. He thrust up involuntarily, pushing past her gag reflex. Emma moaned around him, her eyes watering slightly. Killian pulled back with a breathless apology, but it wasn't necessary. She loved making them lose control. Her fingers mimicked the suction of her mouth; she could feel him get harder and thicker underneath her tongue.
Killian fisted the sheet with both hands; she was making him crazy. "Emma, fuck, I…"
She released him with a pop. "Yes?"
"I need to be inside you."
"Thank god." She rolled onto her back and shimmied out of her panties. She was so aroused that her tampon slid out easily; she hastily chucked it on the trash. She wasn't even embarrassed any longer about how badly she needed him to fuck her. In a sense, he truly had created a monster. Now that she knew how good this kind of sex could be, she needed it. She needed him in every way possible.
Killian smirked up at her as she straddled his hips, but she had no intention of playing fair. She ground her sex up and down the hard ridge of his cock, their moans echoing in the room. Emma kept her eyes locked on his as she angled her hips just right to take him in. Her breathing hitched as she stretched around his girth; a moan caught in her throat. This was her favorite thing, that first thrust, the sensation of being filled so perfectly. She stayed still for a long moment, just savoring it. Then, slowly, she started to rock sensuously in his lap.
Liam slammed the door behind him, a bit harder than he intended. He'd spent his afternoon in a highly unproductive meeting, trying to explain his concerns about the effect Clara's pregnancy could have on a trial. He and the attorneys talked themselves in circles; no one had any good suggestions. While the idea that a pregnant Clara would generate sympathy in a jury was undeniable, she'd rejected their first offer of a plea. Because the truth was, it really was his word against hers. Who would believe a pregnant woman sexually harassed a fellow officer who's own personal life was such a scandal?
It was complete and utter bullshit as Emma would say, but that didn't change the facts. They needed something substantial to come at her with. Something that would get her out of their lives once and for all.
He shook out his coat—it had started to rain—then headed for the dining room to hang it up. He'd spotted Killian's briefcase in the foyer when he came in; was his brother already home? That was unusual.
"Fuck, that's good."
Liam's gaze flew to the stairs. He knew his wife's breathless praise anywhere. It seemed Killian had beat him home. Turnabout was only fair, he supposed. He started to climb the stairs, making a bit of noise so they would know they were no longer alone.
Not that that would change anything.
"Liam, finally," Emma called, the sound of steadily slapping skin filling his ears.
Liam stopped in the doorway, wetting his lips as he took in the scene. Their wife sat astride his brother's hips, her hands braced on his chest as she rode him with steady strokes. Her eyes were bright with arousal; her skin flushed. Her tight nipples bounced with every thrust, begging for his mouth. "Finally?" he chuckled. "Seems you didn't bother to wait."
"Our wife needed a bit of therapy today, brother," Killian explained, giving her ass a squeeze. "Who was I to say no?"
"Therapy?" Liam thought back to that morning, wondering what he'd missed. Emma had spent an usually long time in the bathroom; before they left, he thought she looked a bit pained. As he watched her ride Killian's cock like a woman possessed, the pieces fell into place. "Ah, I see."
Emma bit her lip, beckoning him with a crooked finger. "Killian took very good care of me."
"I'll bet he did." He wasn't upset Emma hadn't called him. He suspected she hadn't summoned Killian either; if he figured it out, Killian no doubt came of his own accord. Besides, Liam recognized it as something they shared. He'd never quite warmed to the idea but seeing Emma like this was certainly enlightening. He kicked off his shoes and socks, then tossed his uniform jacket onto the nearby chair. He climbed up onto the bed, sitting on his knees. He cupped her chin and brought her lips to his. She moaned into it, her free hand curling behind his neck.
"Welcome home," she murmured, coaxing him to touch her.
Liam ran his hands over her breasts, smirking as her rhythm faltered. "No pain right now, darling?"
She shook her head. "No. God, Liam, it feels so good."
He kissed her again, deeply, his cock stirred. Emma didn't miss it, reaching down to stroke him. "Now you're just being greedy," he growled.
"I'm a greedy, dirty girl, Liam," she confirmed. "And you love it."
"I think…I'm going to enjoy the show for a bit," Liam replied, his blue eyes sparkling. He hopped off the bed and sank into the plush chair Emma had vacated earlier. Emma shivered; she so loved when one brother watched her fuck the other.
"You heard the man, Killian," Emma said, bending down to kiss him deeply.
"Indeed I did." Killian sat up and deftly flipped them over. Emma stretched her arms over her head as he twisted her body the way he wanted it. She bit her lip as he pushed inside once more, the angle causing him to hit her g spot.
"Fuck."
"Watch him," Killian growled, stroking the leg that was flung over his hip. "Watch Liam as I make you come."
Emma did as she was bid, her eyes locked with the elder Jones. Liam had loosened his tie and opened his fly, revealing his swollen erection. Emma wet her lips; she desperately wanted him in her mouth. All Liam did was smirk as he took himself in hand and began to stroke. "How does she feel?"
Killian thrust deeply, watching as she took every inch of his cock. "So bloody hot, brother," he breathed. "Fucking soaked. She's been hungry for cock all day."
"All day?" Liam dropped his gaze to Emma. "How many times did you let my brother fuck you?"
"This is…the third round," she gasped, fisting the edge of the bed.
"Tell me."
Arousal shot through her like shot. She found his heated gaze as the words spilled out. How Killian fucked her senseless in that very bed. How she sucked him until he begged to fill her. How he washed her in the shower and made her come so many hard she couldn't stand up. Later, how she coaxed him to take her again, how she hoped Liam would find them like this, Killian balls deep inside her, fucking her into oblivion.
Liam cursed as she finished, his cock painfully hard now. He was torn; he needed her so badly, more than he expected. But he knew this was their thing. "Come, darling. Let me see you."
Emma hitched her leg up, forcing Killian to bottom out inside her. Their twin moans were intoxicating; Emma could only hold on as Killian bent over her and took her hard and deep. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, stealing her breath, making her shudder from head to toe. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her body bucking under Killian's.
Killian pulled out before he could follow her; they weren't done yet. Emma rolled over onto her back, panting for air. Curious, she let her head fall over the edge of the bed, her gaze falling on her husband. Arousal and tension rolled off him in waves; she almost had him where she needed him so badly. Emma wet her lips, never taking her eyes off him as she began to roll and pinch her nipples. Almost instantly, want rolled through her, a need for both of her husbands to claim her, to mark her with their seed.
Liam groaned; he knew exactly what she was doing. "Still not satisfied, sweetheart?"
"Not even close," she replied, keenly aware of her men watching her. She hummed happily as Killian kissed her flat belly; his hands felt like heaven on her overheated skin. "I need both of you. Please."
Liam nodded, unable to resist her. He stood and slowly peeled off his clothes, grinning as he heard her breathing hitch. Once he was nude, he shoved their toy chest out of his way so he could feed her his throbbing cock. "Oh fuck," he moaned as she closed her lips around him. "Fuck."
Emma hummed around him, reaching for his hips. He took her mouth with shallow thrusts; she sucked and swirled and teased him as much as she could. Fresh waves of arousal pooled in her belly; she jerked as Killian stroked her clit with his thumb. Liam had to hold on to one of the bedposts; he fought the need to fuck her throat until he spilled himself. She felt so good; it was fucking intoxicating, watching her throat expand around his girth.
"Fucking hell," Killian swore. His cock twitched with the need to be inside her, feel her warm tight sheath. Emma seemed to sense his need; she spread her legs invitingly. Killian didn't hesitate; he moved up on his knees so he could take her once more. Emma moaned around Liam's cock; her nails dug into his hips.
"There's our naughty lass," Liam praised, taking one of her breasts in hand and squeezing roughly. "You love being taken at both ends."
Emma was helpless to reply; she felt like she was on fire. Liam pulled out briefly so she could breathe; she stroked him deftly with her hand. "Oh my god."
"That's not all she likes," Killian said, slowing his hips. He pressed her knees wide so she could savor the long drag of his cock. Emma groaned in response; her eyes falling shut. "She was begging for her ass to be filled earlier."
"Is that right?"
"Yes." The toy had felt amazing, but it was nothing compared to a fully erect cock. And to have two inside her? Perfection.
"What kind of husband would I be if I didn't see to our wife's desires?" Liam leaned down and kissed her; being upside down, it was sloppy and wet, but Emma loved it. "Straddle Killian, love. Just like you were when I arrived."
It took a minute or so to rearrange themselves on the bed; Emma moaned happily as she took Killian inside her again. She simply felt complete when she was with them like this. Sure, it might be cliché and sappy and all that, but that didn't make it any less true. She'd never loved anything in her life the way she loved them; it was all consuming and heady. The fact that they loved her back with the same intensity was still astounding to her. What they had shouldn't work, but it did. It was perfect for them; their love made them all better.
Not to mention it was hot as hell.
Emma leaned over, her lips finding Killian's. They made out lazily as Emma rode him, content to simply soak each other in. A drawer opened and closed; the bed dipped. Warm lips slid down her back; Emma shivered. Killian encouraged her to sit up; she immediately turned her head and captured Liam's mouth in a heated kiss. "Fuck, I've imagined this," she confessed.
"Have you now?"
She nodded. "Never thought it would happen though." She didn't mind that this didn't seem to be Liam's thing. She hadn't expected anything like this from either of her boys; it was pretty taboo as these things went. Even for someone who routinely had sex with two brothers at the same time. Killian seemed to get off on it, but he'd always been the more adventurous of the two. This had started out as a way to ease her pain and discomfort; it was becoming something else. Something they craved. She would never be so foolish as to look forward to her period, but if days like this were the result? She certainly wasn't going to complain.
Liam parted her ass cheeks with his rough hands. "I'm glad Killian was here to look after you, lass. Loved coming home to find this."
"Yeah?" There were so many people who thought what they had was strange; Liam himself had gone through a jealous phase. Their own father had tried to pit the brothers against each other for Emma's affections, but they knew better.
"Aye. Don't stop, Emma. I want you nice and relaxed for us."
Emma nodded in agreement. She knew they would never hurt her; from the very beginning, her comfortable was paramount. She braced her herself above Killian, trading soft sensuous kisses while he toyed with her nipples.
Liam squeezed a bit of lube onto his fingers; Emma hissed as it touched her skin. Liam grinned, slowly circling her puckered hole. They must as played earlier because he didn't meet as much resistance as he expected. His cock twitched as he worked her open; first one finger, then another, until she was riding his fingers as much as Killian's cock. "You were right, brother," Liam growled. "She is hungry for cock."
"Isn't she always?" Killian grunted. Emma's walls were already fluttering; she was burning him from the inside out.
"It feels so good," she breathed. "Fuck."
"It's going to feel even better soon, my love," Liam murmured. He paused long enough to coat his cock in lube before lining himself up. Emma stilled, keeping Killian fully sheathed inside her as Liam slowly pushed inside. The trio's groans of pleasure filled the room; Emma held Killian's hands tightly as Liam fucked her slowly.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she panted, drowning in the sensation of being full. "Fuck yes."
Killian bucked slightly under her. "Need to move, sweetheart. God, so tight."
"Please. Fuck me. Fill me with your come. I need it."
Together, the brothers held her steady as they found a rhythm. As Liam withdrew, Killian bucked up and vice versa, taking her with deeper and harder thrusts. Emma could already feel another orgasm crawling up her spine; she begged for it shamelessly. Liam noticed the sight of them in the mirror; he grabbed her hair and forced her to look. "Is this what you needed, darling? Us using this body for our pleasure?"
"Yes!" she cried. It was so wanton, so filthy…god, she needed it so badly. "Yours. All yours."
Killian found her clit; he could feel how close she was. She just needed a little nudge. Her thighs trembled and shook; tears of pleasure streamed down her cheeks. She came hard, her walls clenching, blood sizzling. Killian held her as she climaxed, steadying her. He was close himself. "Hurry, brother," he grunted. "So close."
Liam nodded, bending over them. He used the extra leverage to sink even deeper into her ass; Emma moaned afresh. She loved how deep her lovers could go. "So. Fucking. Hot," Liam growled, losing himself at last, hips pumping madly as he climaxed. Killian felt another orgasm roll through Emma; he didn't try to hold back his own. He came with a shout, filling her with rope after rope of his seed.
Emma sagged against Killian's chest, spent. Gentle lips and hands caressed her skin; lingering pleasure thrummed through her. Liam was the first to move, collapsing onto the mattress. They were all still panting hard; Liam fumbled for his wife's hand, threading their fingers together. She squeezed back weakly, too exhausted to move. Killian rubbed her back, content to hold her as long as she needed.
Emma finally forced herself to stir; she needed to get cleaned up. She pressed a kiss to Killian's chest, then she smiled at Liam. "Hey."
"Hey yourself."
"Is it too early for a hot bath?"
"Would it help?"
"I feel pretty good right now," she confessed, her cheeks flushing. "But it can't hurt."
"Do you feel up to dinner?" Killian asked gently. Sometimes, her cramps were so bad she couldn't stomach food.
"I think so. Nothing too heavy."
"How does grilled cheese and tomato soup sound?"
She smiled. "I think I love you."
"You think?" he teased.
She kissed him, her lips lingering on his. "You're the best, Killian. Thank you."
"I'll run the water," Liam said, kissing the back of her hand. "You two sit tight."
He seemed okay as he left, but Emma glanced at Killian. "Do you think he's okay?"
"Why do you ask, love?"
"I don't know. We've never done…this before. Not with him. You know?"
"Why don't you ask him yourself?"
"I know I should. I just…what if he hated it?" She really enjoyed it; she never wanted either of her boys to feel excluded or unloved.
"Did it sound like that?"
She flushed. "No, but…" She had similar doubts when they first started easing Liam into submission; it didn't come easily to him. But he was determined. She loved him for trying. She just loved him period and she never wanted to make him uncomfortable. "I don't know. Did you mind having him here?"
Killian thought about it; he knew she was serious and not just asking for the sake of it. "I loved spending the day with you," he said at last. "I've missed you."
"Me too." Liam had a lot on his plate lately with all the Clara drama; Emma was still dealing with her own stuff. Killian was such a trooper; she adored him so much for his unwavering love and support. "Sorry it wasn't that exciting."
He cocked a brow at her. "I wouldn't say that." He found her hand and laced their fingers. "Any time I spend with you is precious, Emma. With Liam or not. At home or anywhere else. You are always there when I need you. Both you and Liam. I couldn't ask for a better wife or brother. I love you both, very much."
Emma blinked back tears, damn mood swings. "We'll do something fun together, soon," she promised.
"I look forward to it."
Liam appeared. "Bath's ready."
Emma smiled. "Thanks, babe." She was a bit sore, but it was a good ache. Not the pain she'd felt earlier. Her thighs were wet and sticky; she really needed that bath. Slowly, she climbed out of bed and padded her way to the bathroom. Liam slipped his arm around her waist, his lips brushing her temple.
"Sure you're alright, love?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing."
"Me?"
Emma stepped into steaming tub, groaning softly as the hot water caressed her skin. "Come join me, then we can talk."
Liam tilted his head curiously but did as she bid. The new tub was enormous, deep and wide, made with gleaming white porcelain. It was modern but inviting. It seemed like the perfect time to try it out. Emma slid into his lap, her back against his chest. Liam held her close, his hands resting on her belly. "I hate that this pains so you much, lass."
She didn't have to ask what he meant. She leaned back, soaking in the soothing heat. "It was worse because I forgot my meds. My fault."
"It's no wonder with everything going on. I still feel like I should have been paying closer attention."
"My Liam, always the worrier." But she said it fondly. In the past, his worries would have caused issues, but they'd grown past that. He would always have them—it was just how he was wired—but now they talked about them and worked through them together.
"You've been through a lot lately."
"We all have." She covered his hand with hers, their rings touched. "Liam, can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Was that…earlier, I mean, okay? You can be honest with me."
Liam buried his face in her hair; he breathed in her heady scent. He loved the way she smelled after sex. "It wasn't what I expected," he admitted. "But that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it."
She twisted so she could see his face. "You weren't uncomfortable?"
"Why…oh, I see. I meant what I said, Emma. I'm glad Killian was here to take care of you. I don't feel slighted by time you two spend together. I'm sure Killian would tell you the same thing."
She smiled. "He did."
"Did you enjoy your day together?"
"Yeah. It was nice, not being alone."
Liam kissed her hair. "I missed you."
"Bad day?"
"Aye, but I don't want to talk about it. I'd rather make this evening about you." As of on cue, Killian appeared. Emma appreciated that he gave she and Liam a moment alone. "Joining us, brother?"
"Aye." Killian stepped into the tub, taking his familiar position in Emma's lap. She wrapped her arms around his waist; she needed both of her boys close. "Everything's ready whenever we decide we want dinner."
"You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted to." He brought her wet hand to his lips.
"Hmm, I might want to stay here a while." It was incredibly relaxing, the hot water soothing her aches, washing away the stickiness. Having her boys around her was just icing on the cake.
"Fortunately, we're not cramped, so I've got no problem with that."
Emma and Liam laughed. "It's certainly luxurious, brother," Liam observed. He was pretty sure much of the cost of the recent renovations was in this tub. It was worth it.
"I promised, didn't I?"
"You did."
"I love it," Emma sighed. "It's pretty fantastic."
The brothers laughed. "Don't fall asleep," Liam warned.
"Why not?"
"Because I'd like to spend this evening curled up in front of the telly with my wife. If you're up to it?"
"No, that sounds great. Though I might fall asleep there." This time of month always took a lot out of her.
Liam chuckled. "That's okay."
"You must have really missed me if you're okay with me potentially sprawled across your chest fast asleep."
"I always miss you, darling." He kissed the back of her neck. "Work's not a very pleasant place to be lately."
"I'm sorry." Liam said he didn't want to talk about it just now; she respected that. He'd talk when he was ready. She suspected Killian wasn't happy with his work either. The Navy had consumed the whole of their adult lives; what would happen if they were no longer happy there? It was too big of a question. Liam was right. They needed a quiet evening at home, just the three of them.
"It's better now, sweetheart," he assured her. "I'm here with the people I love."
"Agreed," Killian said, turning slightly so he could see Emma. "I am exactly where I want to be."
Emma smiled. "Me too, guys. Me too."