Author's note: The SJT are back! I'm going to try to sprinkle in updates a bit more frequently while I work on my SW fic, but since we're all quarantined, I thought I would gift you all this update. A tiny bit of plot, but mostly sexytimes. Enjoy!
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Chapter 8
Emma stared the screen, hope and trepidation and excitement washing over her at once. She'd gotten a reply to her inquiry a few days ago, over a week since she'd originally sent it. Hell, she'd sent it on a hope and a prayer, since the odds of her correspondent actually having useful information wasn't high. But Madame had helped them before, so it didn't hurt to try, right?
Now she'd received a reply and Emma hardly knew what to do with it. She hadn't even told Liam and Killian about her plan. Not because she meant to keep it a secret, but because she didn't want to get their hopes up. The Clara situation was messy and complicated, no thanks to the she devil herself. Emma once relished witnessing her comeuppance in open court, but now it just felt wrong. No matter how awful Clara was, her child didn't deserve to suffer. That was even if Clara was convicted. Emma had seen enough of the justice system to know that justice was never truly blind.
No, the only person who knew about the email that sat in Emma's inbox was her therapist of all people.
"How are you feeling today, Emma?"
Emma leaned back in the leather chair, folding her hands. "Physically, I'm good. My bruises are gone, my head's clear."
"Still having trouble sleeping?"
She nodded, there was no use lying. Doctor Schofield could probably see the bags under her eyes; Emma hadn't worn makeup in weeks. "It's getting better; I only woke up once last night."
"That's really great to hear," the doctor said, as she scribbled on her notepad. "You're doing those mental exercises we talked about?"
There was a time when Emma would have not taken this seriously and just muddled through on her own. But she'd seen this kind of thing help her boys, so she did whatever the doctor asked. Most of the time. "Yep."
"And your husbands? How are they?"
Schofield knew all about Emma's unique marriage and the events that led up to it. Indeed, her recent trauma was so tangled up with it; she couldn't have talked about it without talking about that too. "Killian and Liam are great. I feel bad about waking them every time I have nightmare, or the house makes a funny noise. But they're troopers."
"Why do you feel bad? Have they made you feel…"
"No, no. Nothing like that. They don't make me feel defective or broken or whatever else you're thinking, Doc. It's just that my bad sleep has a ripple effect on them. I hate that."
"Why?"
Emma thought about that. "I don't know. I guess…part of me still thinks this is my fault. If I hadn't met them, none of this would have happened."
Schofield laid her pad aside. "Emma, you've seen a lot of trauma in your life. The fact that you're as well adjusted as you are is, to be frank, astounding. We've talked about this before, but none of this is your fault. You can't control anyone's choices, only your own."
"You sound like Liam." These were all things Emma knew. Logically. But when she saw her boys in the morning, yawning and guzzling coffee to get through their day, her conscience pricked. They were only tired because they shared a bed with her.
"Have you considered alternate sleeping arrangements?"
"We just remodeled our house. The other two bedrooms are gone." That was just an excuse. If they had to, they could have done something. They simply didn't because they liked sharing the king size bed. "But no. We never really considered it."
"Do you think it would help?"
Emma frowned, annoyed. "You're the doctor. Shouldn't you tell me?"
Schofield smiled. "I find I get better results when patients come to certain conclusions on their own."
"I bet." Emma looked down at her rings. Her anchor pendant was gone; she missed it. It was the first gift her boys had given her. Her rings were precious, reminding her of how deeply she was loved. "No," she said at last. "I wouldn't give up my favorite place for anything." Maybe that made her selfish, but better that than alone. She couldn't imagine her life without her boys in it.
The doctor took a sip of her water. "Any other changes? I'm assuming that if you're all still sharing a bed then…"
"We're still fucking like rabbits?" Emma snarked. She hated this line of questioning, but it always came up.
"I wasn't going to be so crude, but yes. I've voiced my concerns before…"
"You think I'm self-medicating with sex," Emma said flatly. "But with us, it's not like that."
"Then tell me, how is it like? Can you see how it looks from the outside?"
Emma crossed her legs. "Yeah, I guess a little. But Doc, this is how we've always been. You know when I met them, it was a one night stand." Schofield nodded. "I mean, it was incredible. I've never felt like that. I didn't think I'd ever feel like that again. So alive and wanted." She paused, struggling for the right words. "When I'm with them, it's more than just sex. We're connected on a level I can't even describe. I don't know if you noticed, but words aren't really my thing. But I can show them how much they mean to me. Whether it's a kiss as they head out the door for the day, or screaming orgasms as night. We've dealt with a lot of shit about our relationship over the last year and frankly, I'm over it. This is my life and I'm happy."
Emma thought the doctor would be scribbling all that down, but she didn't. She considered Emma carefully. "Emma, I'm not here to judge you."
"Doesn't always sound like that, Doc. No offense."
"None taken. I can't imagine the sort of harassment you've dealt with since making your relationship public."
"It wasn't something we wanted, but the Navy didn't leave us much choice."
"What I'm saying is, this sort of arrangement is new for me. You're the first polyamorous relationship I've seen. The usual rules don't seem to apply to you."
Emma was oddly proud of that. The trio made things up as they went; it wasn't always easy. Yet all three of them were willing to put in the work to stay together. "We like it that way."
Schofield smiled. "I can tell. Your frustration stems from your own internal standard of what is 'alright,' Emma. Other than that, you seem very happy."
"Thanks, Doc. They've given me a lot."
"Anything else you want to talk about?"
Emma's mind drifted to the email she'd gotten that morning and the invitation included. "Actually, there is one thing." She didn't get into the details of Clara or the sexual harassment case, focusing instead on the invitation. "We followed the doctor's advice, you know, about having sex. Nothing too strenuous until my body recovered from the accident. And we've stuck to that…mostly." Emma smiled to herself as certain memories made her fidget. Maybe she could convince her boys to come home early. "But this invitation, it's something we really love doing. A, um, kink of ours."
"I see."
"Anyway, part of me wants to do it. But I also don't want to freak out on them in the middle."
"You're not sure if you're ready."
"Maybe? Ever since we got back, I've been fantasizing about all the things we couldn't do. Now we have a chance, and at a place that not only has sentimental value, but somewhere we trust."
"Does this kink involve…bondage?"
Emma nodded. "And voyeurism. Like a lot." She'd never talked about this with anyone other than Killian and Liam, but she refused to be ashamed for what they liked. As long as they were all sober and consenting, it didn't matter.
"This is something you wouldn't hesitate to do otherwise?"
"Nope."
"Well, perhaps don't dive in head first? Build up to it? Recovery isn't a sprint, Emma."
She could see the sense in that. Now all she had to do was see what her husbands thought.
That was three days ago. Emma didn't know why she was still hesitating. She re-read Madame's message for the tenth time.
My dear Emma,
I cannot express how good it is to hear from you. News of your recent accident reached Paris; I am delighted to know that you and your husbands are well. Please accept my best wishes for your recovery. Cedér is always open to you, my dear.
As to the subject of your inquiry, I may be able to call in a favor, but I must warn you that this is not a guarantee. I will do what I can, as such behavior is reprehensible! I do not need to tell you this; we have spoken of this wretched woman before. I will let you know if I can acquire the requested information. In the meantime, feel free to visit us at any time. I look forward to having my favorite trio back in my humble establishment.
Yours,
Madame
Cedér. Prior to her accident, they'd been seeking another establishment like it, right here in London. They'd gotten up to all sorts of risqué behavior during their honeymoon in the City of Lights, but Cedér was her favorite. They loved it so much, they visited the loft twice, enjoying some of the hottest most intense sex of her life. Emma desperately wanted to feel that way again. But what if they got there and she flaked? They'd been slowly reintroducing toys and light bondage into their play; Emma appreciated that. For her, the delineation between her kidnapping and the trio's sexual play was stark. With Killian and Liam, she always felt safe.
Even in her nightmares, it was her boys that were in danger. Not her.
She knew that if she wasn't ready, Liam and Killian wouldn't judge her for it. They'd been so supportive and so understanding; it was Emma who was heartily sick of feeling like she was broken. She wasn't broken. She'd come out on the other side, whole and mostly unharmed, safe and sound with husbands who loved her.
Damn it, she wanted her life back.
She had to tell them. She wanted to go to Cedér. Her skin prickled with anticipation, just thinking about it. The lounge where they'd made her come in full view of everyone. The playrooms where they roleplayed, the eyes watching her through the glass as her men fucked her so good she passed out. Emma moaned softly, arousal blooming in her core. She swallowed, adjusting her seat. More memories bombarded her, each filthier than the last. How many times had they fucked in this room? They'd fucked in almost all the rooms now, more times than Emma could count.
She glanced at the clock; it was just after four. It would be over an hour until either of her boys came home. Unless…
Emma snapped her laptop shut and stood, the chair scrapping against the wood. She shimmied out of her pajama bottoms then kicked them away. She picked her phone up off the desk and moved over to the leather couch. It took her a few minutes to get the right sort of picture; she settled for a shot of her laid back in the couch, one leg swung over the arm, her fingers caressing her sex. She quickly hit send before she could change her mind. She was desperate and horny; what did they expect her to do?
Liam felt his phone vibrate; his eyes flickered to it briefly. He'd been reading reports all afternoon; his eyes were tired. When his phone buzzed again, he did a double take. A photo? From whom? He picked the device up and unlocked it, opening his texts.
"Oh bloody hell."
He knew his wife's perfect cunt well; he recognized it instantly. Plus, she was still wearing Killian's Navy shirt. The oversized shirt bunched around her waist as she spread her legs wide, her sex wet and glistening with arousal. Liam swallowed heavily as he drank her in; his cock stirred.
His thumb switched apps, dialing her number. "Emma," he growled before she could even say hello.
"Hmm, I take it you liked it, husband?" she teased.
"I knew we should have fucked you before we left," he muttered, trying to picture what she was doing now.
"It wasn't very nice to leave your wife unsatisfied," she agreed. Due to her nightmare, they'd nearly overslept; both brothers were eating hastily made toast as they headed out the door. "Who cares about work?"
Liam laughed dryly. "Indeed. Especially with a wife like you warming our bed."
"I'm not in our bed, Liam."
"Where are you?"
"The office on the leather couch." She hummed in pleasure. "Touching myself."
"Fuck." His cock swelled as he pictured her nimble fingers stroking her clit and fingering her cunt. "You're killing me, darling."
There was a beeping sound. "Hang on. Killian's calling." There were a few more beeps, then Liam heard his brother's voice. "Fucking hell, lass."
They could practically hear her smile. "Hey babe. Liam's on the phone too."
"Do you know what I was doing when you sent that, love?"
"Not what you could be doing if you came home," she murmured, leather creaking in the background. "You could be fucking your very horny wife."
"Christ, Emma," Liam growled. He pressed the heel of his hand to his crotch, trying to relieve some of the pressure. "I'm so fucking hard right now."
She laughed. "Hmm, good. What about you, Killian? Cock at attention for me?"
Her husband groaned. "You, love, are a dirty minx."
"That's not answer."
"Yes!" he snarled into the phone. "Why are you torturing us?"
"I told you. I'm horny. I need my husbands to bend me over this couch and fuck me until I scream. I need you to take me from both ends, like the dirty girl I am." They heard her moan with more wet sounds as she continued to finger her cunt. "Fuck, I need your cocks inside me," she breathed. "So long and thick. Fill me so good."
Liam scrambled to open his belt with one hand, his fingers shook with need as he yanked open his fly. He could hear his brother doing the same in his office; they were both breathing hard. "More, love," Liam breathed. "Fuck."
Emma pressed hard against her throbbing clit. "I'm so wet," she said in low whisper. "It's drenching my fingers. Pretty sure I'm getting it all over the couch too. I want to suck it off your cocks after you fuck me."
Killian grunted, his cock in his fist. He was painfully hard, just listening to how desperately his wife needed them. "Do you want us to share that needy cunt, wife?" he murmured, stroking himself firmly. "Blindfold you so you don't know who's fucking you?"
Emma moaned. "Oh fuck yes," she gasped. "And if I guess wrong, you'll spank me? Please spank me, sir! Please!"
"Sounds like you want a good spanking," Liam growled. "Make your arse nice and pink for us."
Emma whined; she'd been craving a spanking for so long! They couldn't (though a few light slaps made their way into their lovemaking), until now. "Yes, Captain," she panted. "I need it. God, I need it so much."
"Wicked lass," Killian growled, pumping his hand faster. "Love it when you beg."
She was past caring; she was wound up, desperate to come. "Killian, Liam…fuck, I'm so close. It hurts. Need to come. Need you inside me. Need your cum. Please, please, please!"
"When we get there," Liam grunted, his hips rocking up off the chair. "we're going to fuck you so good, lass. God, I can't wait to bury my cock inside your tight hungry cunt."
Killian heard her breathing hitch; she was so, so close. "Let go, love. Let us hear you come."
Emma shattered; fingers pumping madly as she cried out her orgasm. It wasn't the same as coming with a long thick cock inside her, but it took the edge off her need. She rode it out, aftershocks rolling through her as she heard her men find their own releases. She sagged into the couch, spent. "Oh my god."
Her boys laughed breathlessly. "I'll say, darling," Liam breathed. He had cum all over his crotch, but he didn't care.
"Coming home?"
"Still horny, lass?"
Emma thought about the invitation she hadn't told them about yet. She would. Tonight. "Yes. Get the hell home so you fuck me silly, husbands."
Both men hung up, intending to do just that.
"Sweetheart, are you certain?" Liam asked as the cab approached. He was still pinching himself; he never expected to be back in Paris, at least not like this. When Emma explained her email to Madame, then Madame's reply, he was floored. Killian was too. They talked about it for hours that night (after they'd properly satisfied their wife's needs, of course. They weren't cruel.), then again in the days that followed. Liam didn't even care that Madame may have the answer they needed to get Clara out of their lives for good. He was more concerned about Emma's welfare.
They'd gone to her last doctor appointment; she was fine. Her stitches were gone, her head was clear, her bruises had faded to nothing. The accident could have been so much worse, but wounds healed. Yet, if they went back to Cedér, he wanted it to be for the right reasons. They hadn't engaged in that kind of play since New York; that was only a few weeks ago. It was so soon.
Finally, Killian suggested they all go to see Emma's therapist and see what she thought. The brothers had only met Doctor Schofield once prior to that; he didn't have a strong opinion about her one way or the other. Emma seemed to like her, which was all that mattered. He was just happy she was talking to someone about what she'd experienced. They'd noticed the difference; Emma was starting to sleep better. He just didn't want her to rush her recovery.
"Yes, Liam, I'm sure," Emma said, squeezing his hand. "We're taking it slow tonight, okay?" The boys only agreed if Emma promised to take things slow and speak up if she was uncomfortable. So far, she was far from uncomfortable. Electricity seemed to zing across her skin; her heart pounded. No matter what happened, she promised to not request a playroom for them. Not tonight. If tonight went well, they would talk about it. There was a bank holiday in Britain; they had a long weekend in their favorite city.
Best of all, no one was following them.
Killian kissed her temple. "You understand why we worry, right?"
Emma smiled, drawing his lips to hers. "I do. I love you both so much for it, but I am so tired of being cooped up at home. You've been helping me, Killian. I feel a bit more like myself, every day. That's because of you and Liam. Is this going to magically fix me?"
"You're not broken," Killian said firmly. "You're not."
"And the reason I'm not is because I have you. It's been a rough few weeks. But I want this. I want us to be how we're meant to be, living life to the fullest."
Killian caressed her cheekbone with his fingertips. She was so strong, his Swan. "I love you so much, lass."
"Love you too." She kissed him sweetly, then she turned to the elder Jones. "You hear all that, babe?"
Liam smiled. "Aye, I did. I know why you want this, just remember your promise, yeah?"
"I will. Love you."
"Love you too."
The ca pulled up to the non-descript building a few moments later. Killian helped Emma out as Liam conferred with their driver; she was gorgeous in a cute strapless sailor dress. She looked like a bombshell out of the 1940s, her blonde hair curled and pinned artfully, her lips a deep red that matched the accents on her dress. "You look beautiful, darling," he whispered as they entered the building.
Her cheeks turned faintly pink. "It's not too on the nose?" She was married to a pair of sailors; when she saw the nautically themed dress, she had to have it. She didn't expect to be wearing it to this place though.
"Definitely not."
"Everyone will know who you belong to," Liam whispered, slipping his arm around her waist. "Which is exactly what we want."
"Oh yeah?" Emma asked, reaching behind her to give his ass a squeeze. Liam grunted and looked at her, his blue eyes mischievous.
"Does the lass need a proper lesson?"
"Hmm, yes, please." She was happy to see him getting into it; there was something about this place that just made them all horny. From the moment they'd even started talking about visiting such a place months ago, they were all very enthusiastic.
They took the elevator up; Emma had a sense of déjà vu. Had it only been a few months since their wedding? It was nearly March; they got married in September. In some ways, it felt like another lifetime. Emma hardly recalled a time when the Jones brothers weren't a part of her life.
"What are you thinking about, love?" Killian asked.
"That we've been married almost six months."
"Has it been that long?" He confessed he'd lost track of time; they'd been married in all but name long before the ceremony.
"Feels like yesterday," Liam said quietly. "Such a perfect day."
Emma smiled. She could remember it vividly, their vows, her boys in their uniforms, all their friends. She also remembered them getting frisky at the reception, and their lovemaking that night. Liam was right. It was a perfect day. "Let's hope we start having more of those."
"Weddings?"
"Perfect days."
"Emma, every day with you is perfect," Liam said, ducking a little to kiss her. They were still kissing when the elevator opened; Emma was slightly breathless. Killian led them down to the lounge area; Emma couldn't help but admire his ass in the suit he wore. One day soon, she promised herself.
"Captain Jones? Commander and Mrs. Jones?" one of the waiters said as they approached. "We've got a booth for you, just down here."
Emma looked at her boys in surprise, but they followed the young man. On their way to the booth, they passed several others, some in various states of undress. The lounge looked much like it had the last time they were there; Emma took comfort in the familiar surroundings. Her boys had done a lot of research before they suggested this place for their first foray into sex clubs. This place was very discreet, which meant it was high end. In another life, Emma would have felt out of place, but here with the Jones brothers? It was perfect.
"Anything to drink?"
"Um…"
"White wine?" Liam said. "Or champagne?"
"Oh, champagne, please."
"Will that be a bottle?"
"Why not?" Killian asked. They'd had a light dinner at the hotel before coming over; they wouldn't be drinking on empty stomachs.
"I can't believe we're back here," Liam murmured as he took in the sights. There were multiple pairs throughout the lounge, most of them were quite wrapped in each other. A woman not far from them was topless, her partner worshipping her breasts. He spotted more with clothes loosened and hands wandering.
The waiter returned with a chilled bottle; he made a show of popping the cork and pouring their glasses. "Shall we make a toast?"
"To what?" Emma asked.
"To us. No matter what the world throws at us, we're still together. As happy and in love since we met."
Emma smiled. "Yeah, I can drink to that." They clinked their glasses, which drew a few eyes their way. Emma ignored them as she sipped her champagne; it was sweet and refreshing. Which was good because she was on pins and needles, waiting to see what would happen. The longer they sat there, the greater the tension became. They made small talk, drank, observed the people around them. Emma realized with a start that they were not the only trio enjoying the lounge. Over the opposite corner there were two women and one man, who were very wrapped up in each other. Emma only realized there were two women because the second one was under the table with her stilettos sticking out. The first was tucked in beside her male companion, making out like there was no one else in the room.
Killian spotted her watching them. "See anything interesting, love?" he whispered.
"That guy's having a very good night," she said, sipping more champagne. She was on her second glass; she was just starting to feel it.
"If you're into that sort of thing," her husband murmured. His fingers toyed with a lock of her hair as he turned slightly to face her.
"Were you?"
"What?"
"Into…that," she said, gesturing with her glass. "Isn't that every guy's fantasy or something?"
Killian shrugged, but he smirked. "Seems like a lot of work."
"What's this about male fantasies?" Liam asked, coming back with some snacks. Emma wasn't hungry, but she appreciated the thought.
She nodded toward the hot and heavy trio in the corner. "One guy, two girls," she whispered in his ear.
Liam smiled. "Ah. That is a classic, I suppose."
"You suppose? No first hand experience, Liam? No jerking off to girl on girl porn?"
"Now I didn't say that," he said with a faint blush to his cheeks.
She smiled. "And now you're stuck with little old me. Such a shame."
Killian's fingertips traced the curve of her shoulder. "Nothing compared to the real thing, lass. We only need you."
Emma bit her lip, warmth blooming in her belly. "But there's only one of me," she reminded him. "You have to take turns."
"Aye," Liam said. He leaned in and nuzzled her cheek; Emma's breathing hitched. "But we also get to watch you. And that, my love, isn't something I would trade for anything."
Emma bit back a moan as she felt their hands on her knees gently easing her thighs apart. "Oh god."
"Still alright?" Killian asked, kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear. "Fuck, you're hot." He could feel her through the scrap of lace she called underwear.
Emma nodded fervently. "Very okay," she replied, before turning her head and kissing him deeply. Killian groaned into her mouth as he cupped her sex under the table. Emma whined, torn between closing her legs and spreading them wider.
Liam adjusted his pants and perched her leg on his thigh. He fondled her through the bodice of her dress; her nipples were already pebbled against the fabric. "Tell us if you want to stop," he growled softly.
Emma could feel the eyes on them now, the sounds in the room shifting as their passion increased. She shook her head. "Please don't stop." She turned to Liam and fused her mouth to his. Her hand dropped to his crotch; he was hard as a rock under his trousers. "Feels like you don't want to stop either, sailor."
Liam groaned as she squeezed him firmly. "Minx."
"I'm okay," she promised, her thumb pressing along his length. "This is exactly what I need." Others wanted to shame them for their desire, for sharing her like this. Cedér was a place where none of that mattered. They could be free to do whatever they wanted.
Killian slid his hand under her soaked thong. "She's drenched, brother," he said, petting her sex. He glanced up; there were definitely people watching them pleasure her. "We've got an audience, love. Is that what you wanted?"
Emma moaned, trying to grind into Killian's hand. "Yes," she confessed.
"What shall we do with you then?" he murmured. There was only one rule in the lounge: no penetration. Unlike the club in New York, they couldn't fuck her out here. Oral was fine, nudity was fine; there was plenty of that happening already.
She wanted them to fuck her, but this wasn't the place for it. But they could make her come. Multiple times if they wanted. "You could…eat me out," she breathed, "right here on the table."
"And show all these people your pretty perfect cunt?" he purred, a single digit pressing inside her.
Emma moaned loudly. "Please," she begged.
"Let's loose these then." Killian grabbed her thong and yanked, hard. It snapped in two; it would be useless now. He slid out a bit, giving Emma room to mount the table. "Up you get, love," he said, patting her bottom. "Right on the edge, spread you legs wide for us."
Emma moved to obey, the skirt of her dress falling around her waist. The table was a half circle, curved into the booth with the straight edge facing the room. She braced her feet on the edge, her arousal making her thighs wet and sticky.
Liam moved to where her head rested. "May I?" he asked, palming her breasts through the bodice.
"Yes." Cool air hit her overheated skin as Liam tugged the bodice down, exposing her chest. He leaned over the table and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting. She couldn't see Killian anymore, but she felt his hands on her thighs. "Oh god, oh god, oh god." The words were a chant on her lips, melting into a moan as the younger Jones' mouth descended on her sex. She felt like she was burning from the inside out as they tortured her with their mouths. She was so aroused that her first orgasm came quickly; she arched off the table as she cried out.
Liam resumed his seat as she panted for breath; Killian licked her clean. "They're all watching you," he whispered to his wife. "Watching as we worship your body. Do you like that, dirty girl?"
Emma nodded. "Yes, sir," she purred, reaching for the tent in his pants. "Can they watch me suck your cock?"
Liam cursed. "Fucking hell." Together, they got his pants loose enough to pull his cock out. Emma had to turn her head, but she took him in without hesitation. She felt deliciously wanton as she licked and sucked and teased him while Killian worked her exposed sex. One hand gripped the edge of the table while the other held Liam's tightly. She was aware of the heated gazes on them as they used her; it fueled her need.
Killian licked her eagerly; she was so wet, so aroused, it was practically dripping on the floor. He could spend hours right here, just tasting her. He was hard as steel, his fly straining, but he didn't stop. He wanted to make her fall apart again. He pressed two fingers into her, pumping steadily as he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. Emma's legs clamped around his head she fell apart once more; her whole body shook. She released Liam with a pop. "Fuuuck," she gasped.
Killian pressed loving kisses to her trembling thighs. "There's our girl."
Liam brushed a few tendrils away from her face, his lips touched her damp forehead. "Beautiful, love."
Emma's heart pounded in her chest; she felt incredible. She dragged Liam's mouth to hers, kissing him greedily. "Want you to fuck me so bad," she purred.
"We can't here, sweetheart," he reminded her, even as she curled her fingers around his stiff cock. "Fuck."
"Then we get out of here," she said, licking a bead of precum off the leaking head. She felt so good that she wanted to find a playroom and just let them fuck her rotten, but she didn't want to push her luck. Next time. Soon.
Killian tugged the ruined thong free and stuffed it into his pocket. "You heard the lady, brother," he said. He adjusted his pants, biting back a groan. "We're leaving." He helped Emma sit up, sharing a lazy kiss as they righted the top of her dress. Then he scooped her into his arms, following Liam toward the elevator.
The elevator ride down was a heated exchange of kisses and groping while Liam summoned their car. Killian picked her up again to carry her outside; she could have walked, but she was still a bit shaky from her first two orgasms. More kissing, more touching as Killian allowed her to stand up so she was sandwiched between their hard bodies. She ground her ass against Killian's crotch as she palmed Liam's erection through his trousers, their mouths hot on either side of her throat. They were still like that when the car arrived; the trio tumbled into it. The driver raised the privacy screen but none of them were paying attention.
"Who wants me first?" she asked, clenching her thighs.
"Here, wife?" Liam asked, drawing her in for a heated kiss.
"Yes, please."
Killian grabbed her by the waist; she giggled as they maneuvered her, so she straddled his thighs. "Eager, sailor?"
"Love, I wanted this since the very first night we met." Emma worked his fly as they kissed again; he moaned into her mouth as she freed his aching cock. The seat was narrow, but she managed to scoot forward enough to sink down on him. Their mutual moans of pleasure filled the back of the car; Emma was certain their driver knew exactly what they were doing. Let him.
"God, you feel good," she breathed, rolling her hips in slow circles. She was impaled on her lover's long thick erection, every inch stretched her deliciously.
Killian tugged down her bodice again, thumbs flicking over her stiff nipples as she rode him. "Such a perfect cunt," he gasped. "Hot and wet and tight for me, love."
Liam leaned back on his side of the seat, fingers fumbling with his trousers. He groaned once he got his cock free, stroking himself as he watched them fuck. Emma bounced steadily in his brother's lap, their mouths fused together, her dress and hair in disarray. She mewled every time her lover bottomed out, Killian's hips rising to meet hers. She was a vision of pure wanton abandon; he couldn't wait to have her tight freshly fucked sheath around him.
Emma groaned as Killian squeezed her ass. "Spank me, Killian," she pleaded. "Please. God, I need it!"
Killian sank down in the seat, allowing her to bend over him and get her ass in the air. He hurried to do as she asked, flesh cracking against flesh. "Yes," she breathed. "More, harder. Fuck."
"Let me, brother." Liam scooted closer, palming the plump globe of her ass before striking it. Emma cried out, but it wasn't from pain. He knew that strangled, pleased cry of pleasure. He spanked her again and again as she rode Killian like stallion, chasing her high. Emma arched as her orgasm hit her, another strangled cry on her lips. Killian groaned as her walls squeezed him, sparking his own climax. Their skin smacked together obscenely as he shot rope after rope of his seed against her cervix; Emma fisted his shirt as another peak claimed her. She felt every inch him of inside her; it was perfect.
Killian covered her face with kisses as she came down, panting. "Way hotter than I imagined, sweet," he praised, soothing her stinging flesh. "Thank you."
Emma returned his kiss, euphoria still rolling through her veins. "Love you, babe." She turned her head slightly; Liam was waiting patiently. "Hey."
Liam grinned. "Hey yourself."
Her body felt heavy, but she moved anyway. Already she could feel Killian's seed sliding down her thighs, making a sticky mess. "Enjoy the show, husband?"
"You are magnificent," he praised, kissing her deeply. Emma sank her fingers into his curls as they made out; one of Liam's huge hands palmed her ass. She hissed in pleasure; he chuckled. "Such a naughty girl."
"Mmhmm," she confirmed. "You love me like this."
"I do." He slipped his hand between her legs; she was wet and sticky. He continued to tease her sensitive nub expertly until she was moaning and grinding against him, ready for more. "Lay back and spread your legs, wife. Let me see the mess my brother made of you."
Emma obeyed, laying down on the seat with her head in Killian's lap. She hiked up her dress and spread her legs, anticipation curling in her belly. The passing streetlights illuminated her slick sex still leaking with Killian's cum. Liam ran his thumb over her slit, barely a tease, but Emma's breath stuttered. Her eyes dropped to Liam's red throbbing erection; she craved him. "Please," she pleaded softly. "Please fuck me, Liam. Fuck me."
It was awkward with his larger frame, but Liam got on his knees and shoved his pants down. He crawled over her, until they were face to face, his aching cock resting against her outer lips. Emma shivered as he rocked against her, coating himself her arousal. She wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to draw him inside her. "Liam, please, please, ple….oh," she gasped as her lover entered her in a single glorious thrust. "Oh fuck yes."
Liam closed his eyes for a moment; she was so hot and slick, her used cunt swallowing him whole. "Jesus, lass."
She felt the tension in him, the need to ride her into the seat. "Don't hold back," she whispered. "Take me. Use me, husband. Claim what's yours."
"Fuck." He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed home, making Emma moan loudly. She clung to his broad shoulders as he took her hard and deep, inching her up the seat as he pounded her sex. Emma reveled in every second, digging her heels into Liam's lower back. Liam cursed at the sharp pain; his cock hardened even more. Her sex sucked him back in every time he withdrew, hungry to be full.
"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted in time with her lover's deep thrusts. "Just like that, Liam. It's so good."
"Need to come," he bit out. "Christ, you are so fucking hot."
She slithered her hand between them and hastily stroked and pinched her clit. Almost instantly, she started to tremble, yet another orgasm coiling in her belly. "Come inside me," she demanded. "Fuck, I need it." There was just something about having their cum mixing inside her that was deeply erotic for her. Liam thrust once, twice, three times before he stiffened, pulsing inside her. Emma rubbed her clit frantically until she followed him, her clenching walls milking her lover dry. They lay there panting, still joined, the air around them heavy.
Liam eventually forced himself to sit up; Emma sighed. She was happy and thoroughly sated; the night was everything she could have hoped for. "Alright, love?" Killian asked, running his fingers through her curls.
"Fantastic, actually."
The boys chuckled. "I should hope so," Liam said, trying to right his trousers. "It's been quite a while since we did anything like this."
"Too long," Emma agreed. "Hey babe, could I borrow your handkerchief?"
"Of course." Killian tugged it out of his suit jacket and handed it to her. She cleaned herself up as best she could in the narrow seat, then she sat up. "Perhaps a nice bath when we get back?"
"That sounds wonderful." She leaned against Liam's shoulder while she held Killian's hand in hers. "Thank you for this," she said quietly. "It means a lot to me."
Liam kissed the top of her head. "I'm so proud of you, love." Emma was right; it had been a rough few weeks. But she refused to let anyone defeat her. Inch by inch, she was reclaiming her life, but she was more forthright about it. While they never hid what they were to each other, something was different now. They were done tip toeing around other people's sensibilities. They probably scandalized their driver, but they didn't care.
Emma smiled. "Good, because I was kinda hoping that wouldn't be our only visit."
"Oh really?"
"Um yeah. That is, if you guys want to?"
"Emma, can you envision a scenario where we say no?"
"Not really, but these aren't normal circumstances. But I'm good. In case you were wondering." Rather than flaking as she feared, she'd thrived on the experience. It was another piece of herself that she was taking back.
"That is good to know, lass." Killian kissed the back of her hand. "What did you have in mind?"
The next day, the trio returned. Emma had a garment bag draped over her arm in contrast to her jeans and sweater. They'd opted not to dress up for this visit; they wouldn't be going to the lounge. They had a meeting with Madame, then they'd arranged for one of the special roleplaying rooms. Emma had been mildly surprised Cedér had such a room; what she had in mind was specific. It was similar to something they'd done before at home; Emma was eager to step into that roll again. It was one of her favorites.
The receptionist was waiting for them. "May I take that, Mrs. Jones? Madame asked that I escort you as soon as you arrived."
"Um, thanks," Emma said, handing the young lady her bag.
"This way please."
They followed the familiar route to Madame's sanctuary; Emma recalled that visit fondly. She liked the older woman; she didn't think their relationship strange or unusual. She was a very open and non-judgmental person. Yet, Madame had a code, which was why she was willing to help when Emma asked. Clara had violated Madame's code when she had the trio photographed entering and leaving. They'd gotten the photographs destroyed, but the woman just wouldn't stop. Now they had to find a way to get her out of their lives for good.
Madame looked up from her laptop as they entered. "Ah, Mrs. Jones! It is good to see you and your husbands again. Please sit. We have much to discuss."
"Thank you." The door shut firmly behind them as Emma took the center seat. Madame had clearly been expecting them, since there were three chairs. "It is nice to be back in Paris."
Madame smiled. "A satisfactory visit so far?"
"We can't stay long, but yes."
"I am glad to hear it. Though I am sad that this is what it took to get you to return. I hoped your visit would be under happier circumstances. You are still much talked of here."
Emma blushed. "Well, since we have yet to find a suitable place in London, we may be back more often?" she said, glancing from one husband to the other.
"London? Bah. They do not know how to embrace life as we do in Paris."
"It is only a train ride away," Killian pointed out. On their first visit to France, they'd taken the ferry so they could bring their own car. But for short weekend trips, they could take the train. He didn't hate the idea of making more happy memories in France.
"See?" Madame said brightly. "You are welcome here, my dears."
Liam appreciated the sentiment, but they were here for a purpose. "Not to be rude, but we were hoping you had some news for us?"
"Ah yes. I do have some news though I am unsure of how useful it is. I will leave that to you."
"Yes, of course," Emma replied, shooting Liam a look. "We're grateful for any help you can give us."
"As you know, this…woman comes from a prominent family. I know her father well."
"God, I wish I could have seen her face when she found that out," Killian chuckled.
Madame ignored him. "I reached out to some of our mutual acquaintances to see if he knew anything about his daughter's…male companionship." Emma smothered a grin. "And one name kept coming up. A former naval officer by the name of Nottingham."
All three jaws dropped. Killian recovered first. "Nottingham? Has she gone completely mad?"
"I take it you know him?"
"Know him? He tried to railroad one of my friend's on a trumped up charge. Emma helped expose him for the fraud he is."
Emma shared a look with her husbands. "Guys, you don't think they've been…working together, do you?"
"They certainly both hate us enough," Liam said, still stunned. Clara would think someone like Nottingham was below her; she thought everyone was below her. Why in the hell would she let him touch her, let alone get her pregnant?
"He has to be the father," Killian said. "Hell, the wanker probably doesn't even know yet."
"Why do you say that?" Emma said; at the same time Liam said, "I'm not so sure."
Killian glared at his brother. "Liam, I know you think she's all high and mighty, looking down on us peons, but I bet she longs for someone who will put her in her place."
Emma blinked. "Wait, you're saying they've been having hate sex?"
"Absolutely. Think about it. They have something in common. They despise us. Or more specifically, you, love." Emma had "stolen" Liam from Clara and she ruined Nottingham's career. "Clara probably hasn't gotten laid in years; she's too much of a shrew. But that's exactly the kind of challenge that Nottingham would love. She probably didn't even realize he was using her."
Emma thought about that. "It makes a certain kind of twisted sense. And they are both pretty twisted. And I agree that Clara wouldn't tell him once she realized she was pregnant."
"Why not?"
"Because it gives her power over him. And Liam, no offense, but I still think she could try to pass the baby off as yours."
"Emma, I haven't touched her in years."
She covered his hand with hers. "I know, babe. But she's not stable. You know that. She wants you back so badly that she's willing to do anything, including sexually harass you. Do you really think she wouldn't stoop that low?"
Liam sighed. "What did I ever see in her?"
"We all make mistakes." Emma asked herself that a hundred times over the last few weeks. Only for her it was Neal.
Madame spoke. "Is this information useful, my dears?"
Emma nodded. "Yeah. I'm not sure how we will use it yet, but thank you."
"You're quite welcome."
"Is there anything we can do?" Killian asked. "This is the second time we've asked a favor of you."
Madame waved her hand. "Just promise me you will visit more often. That is all I need."
Emma shared a smile with her husbands. "I'm sure that won't be a problem."
They left the office a few minutes later, still slightly shellshocked from the information they'd received. Nottingham? Truthfully, Emma hadn't thought about him in months. After Robin's trial, she had no reason to. But Killian wasn't wrong. She was sure he hated her for her role in ending his career. It didn't matter that his own stupid choices did the most damage. He would lash out and find someone to blame. But Clara?
"Emma, love, still with us?"
"What? Oh, yeah. I was just thinking."
"It's a lot to take in."
"We don't have to play tonight," Liam said carefully. "We can go right back to the hotel." He'd been looking forward to the evening, but now he wasn't sure it was a good idea.
Emma frowned. "But why?"
"If we do this, I'd like it to be our only focus," he said, hoping she wouldn't take his reluctance the wrong way. The kind of play she wanted required their undivided attention. "We've still got a couple of days here, lass. There's no rush."
"Killian, what do you think?"
Killian scratched the back of his neck. "As much as I hate to say it, I agree with Liam. We can always come back." Sooner rather than later, if he had any say in it. But it was clear the Liam's head wasn't in the game. Emma deserved better than that. "Besides, I think the other patrons got an eyeful of you last night, love."
That got Emma to smile, just a little. "Maybe we can ask them to hold my dress."
"I'm sure they would be happy to oblige."
A half hour later, the trio was back in a cab, heading to their hotel. It wasn't as posh as the last one, but they didn't need it. The only thing they required was a king size bed. While the boys ordered some room service, she changed into her favorite pajamas, a mishmash of her boys' clothing. The evening didn't have to be a total waste, after all.
She found Liam standing by the French doors that led out to the balcony; it was still too chilly at night to be standing outside. The city looked beautiful though. Emma slipped her arm through his; he was holding a tumbler of Scotch. "You okay?"
Liam chuckled. "Honestly? I'm not sure."
"Someone wise once told me that it's okay to not be okay."
"Wise, eh?"
"Or maybe he's just old," she teased. Liam was about five years older than she and Killian; not that significant really, but enough that she could tease him occasionally. "Hard to tell."
Liam pulled her in roughly by the waist; she suppressed a shiver. "Old, am I, wife?"
His blue eyes flashed; her core tingled in response. "I think I'm gonna need a bit more than that, sailor," she purred.
Liam set his drink aside hastily and crushed his mouth to hers. Emma moaned softly, her fingers curling in his sweater. It was her favorite, royal blue and soft under her fingertips. Liam tilted her head slightly to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding past her lips. When the kiss broke they were both breathless, but smiling. "How was that?"
"You'll do." She placed a more tender kiss to his lips. "Feel any better?"
Liam drew her into his chest, taking comfort from her softness. "I feel like all this is my fault," he confessed.
"Welcome to the club."
"Seems like Killian lucked out on the psychopath ex club."
"At least he doesn't have a secret love child out there."
"I think I can speak for him when I say the only person we want children with is you, darling."
"Liam, you couldn't have done anything differently. Clara never wanted you to move on. If not me, then someone else."
He knew that, but Emma didn't deserve any of this. "The fact that I'm sharing you with my brother really seems to bother her though. Not that it matters. It just seems to be making her more vicious."
"Hopefully, this will get her out of our lives for good." She wasn't sure how to do that yet, but they'd come up with a plan.
"Honestly, it's not just Clara."
"What's not just Clara?" Killian appeared, nodding toward their food. "Dinner's arrived too."
Liam shook his head. "We can talk about it later."
They set up a picnic on the floor in front of the room's fireplace. It was almost like they were at home. They'd all ordered something different so they could share. It felt like not-so-old times, before New York, before the kidnapping, before any exes tried to turn their lives upside down. They'd spent so many nights like this when Emma first moved to London. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. Time spent enjoying each other and falling in love. A simpler time.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Killian asked.
Emma shrugged. "This just brings back memories."
"Good ones?"
She smiled. "Definitely." She leaned over to kiss him. "Sometimes I miss it."
"Miss what?"
"Back when it was just the three of us. Before friends and exes and everything got crazy. I love our life, but it's a lot sometimes."
Killian nodded. He gestured; Emma slid over so she could settle between his legs. Liam finished cleaning up and joined them, his head in Emma's lap. She ran her fingers through his curls; Liam sighed happily. Killian kissed the top of her head. "I think I may have something that would bring back more happy memories," he confided quietly.
Emma turned so she could see his face. "What's that?"
He dug into his pocket. "This." He and Liam had talked about it since they returned from New York, but Killian took it upon himself to actually do something about it.
Emma's jaw dropped. "Killian. Is that…"
"It's a copy of the original," he confirmed. "I took the liberty of modifying the inscription."
Tears stung her eyes as her fingers curled around the precious pendant. It looked exactly the same, the silver anchor, the long chain. Emma flipped it over; tears splashed down her cheeks. The brothers' names were etched into the crossbar near the top, Liam on the left and Killian on the right. But it was the words etched into the bottom that caused the lump in her throat. Bottomless and true.
"That's how we feel about you, Emma," Killian whispered. "No matter what is going on around us, that will never change."
Her fingers shook slightly as she showed the inscription to Liam. He smiled, curling the pendant back into her fingers and kissing them lightly. "I couldn't agree more, brother."
Emma handed it back to Killian. "Will you put it on for me?"
"Of course." He opened the clasp and slipped it chain around her neck. After he fastened it, he pressed his lips to the back of her neck. "Losing it made you so upset," he explained quietly. "I knew I had to get it back for you."
Emma pressed her lips to his. "I love you so much. Thank you."
"It was worth it to see you smile again, lass."
She wiped her tears, unable to stop smiling. "Maybe I should thank you properly," she said, glancing from his warm blue gaze to his lips. This time when she kissed him, she melted against him, nipping sharply as his bottom lip. Liam sat up so she didn't need to be sitting at such an awkward angle; the moment she moved to straddle his brother's thighs, Liam brushed her hair back to caress her throat with his lips. She still smelled like the shower, the scent of her lavender soap clinging to her skin.
Emma mewled, her mouth locked with Killian's as her lovers' hands started to wander her body. They didn't need a playroom or costumes or voyeurs to watch them. Emma simply needed this, her boys surrounding her, touching her, worshiping her. Soon enough, Killian tugged her shirt over her head; he ducked immediately to suck and nip at her breasts. She moaned loudly, arching into him.
Liam skimmed his hand down her flat belly, boldly dipping into her borrowed shorts. She wore no panties, giving him access to her mound. "Yes," she hissed as he flicked his fingers over her sensitive nub. "Yes."
"So needy," Liam growled into her ear. "We've hardly touched you and you're wet."
"Have you…fuck…seen you?" she panted, holding Killian against her chest. "My husbands are fucking hot."
Both brothers chuckled; Emma whined. "We've all night, wife," Killian reminded her.
"Don't you want to see how many times you can make me come? With this." She kissed his mouth. "And these?" She sucked a couple of digits into her mouth. "And this?" She reached behind her and palmed Liam's now hard cock, making him groan.
"Fucking minx."
"Please," she murmured, kissing Killian again. "Let's just forget everything out there. It's just us."
The brothers nodded in agreement. Liam yanked the borrowed shorts down, giving them access to her slick sex. Emma twisted her body, alternating kissing them as each brother slipped a hand between her legs. She moaned loudly as one fingered her hole while the other manipulated her clit. She rolled and rocked her hips, helping them chase her first high. It came fairly quickly, stars bursting behind her eyes and her core clenching around Killian's fingers.
Her body continued to buzz with pleasure as they finally stripped her naked, leaving her stretched out on the floor as they followed suit. Liam snatched a few pillows from the nearby couch as Emma melted into Killian's chest, their lips fused together. Liam raised her hips and slid one of the pillows under her; Emma didn't hesitate in opening her legs for him. A low moan of pleasure escaped as he kissed and licked and nibbled on her lower lips; Emma bit her lip. "Fuck."
"That's the idea," Killian purred. "Never have our fill of you, love." He drew her hand to his aching cock; Emma smiled as she started to stroke him. He felt so good in her hand, hard yet velvety soft and hot. He craved her as much as she did him.
"I want it, Killian. Give it to me. Please." She didn't even care that she was begging; she wanted to forget everything outside this room.
Killian nodded, reluctantly sliding out of her grip and up until he was level with her head. Emma twisted toward him, reaching for him, sliding him past her lips. Killian groaned loudly, relishing the warm wet slide of her mouth. "That's it, darling. Let Liam taste how much you crave cock."
Emma bucked against Liam's mouth as a fresh wave of arousal gripped her. Liam lapped it all up, every last sweet drop. Emma loved the way they used and manipulated her body; he could taste it. He curled his tongue around her clit, swirling and sucking on the swollen nub as her mouth made obscene slurping sounds around his brother's cock. He was so hard it almost hurt, but he kept going, eager to make her come all over his tongue. Her whole body trembled as her second climax washed over her, her back bowing off the floor.
"Oh god," she moaned, endorphins rushing through her veins. "More, more, please."
"Shall we, brother?"
"You first," Killian said, his own high right at the base of his spine. He needed a minute, lest her tight, hot sheath force him to climax far too soon.
"Aye." Emma wasn't exactly limp, but she made no protest as Liam positioned her the way he wanted her. Up on her hands and knees, her ass was round and perfect. Liam knelt between her legs, squeezing and caressing the round globes for a minute before he lined himself up and took her hard and deep. Twin moans of pleasure filled the room; Emma clawed at the blanket as Liam fucked her roughly. Whines and mewls and moans tumbled from her lips; his fingers dug deliciously into her hips. She felt utterly possessed by him as he impaled her on his perfect cock.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she chanted, rocking back as he thrust forward. "Yes, yes, yes, Liam. Yes."
"So fucking perfect," Liam groaned. He watched as he disappeared inside her soft willing body. "She's glorious, brother."
Killian smiled, his hand now pulling lazily on his cock, still wet from her mouth. "Save some for me, brother." He couldn't stop watching Emma; she was utterly gorgeous like this. Liam wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her into his lap; Emma's legs fell open as his brother fucked her. Killian scooted closer, capturing her lips in a needy kiss. Emma moaned, kissing him hungrily, needing both of her boys to touch her. Killian slipped his hand to the apex of her thighs, rubbing her clit perfectly. Emma gripped his shoulders hard as she climaxed again, a scream clawing its way out of her throat. Liam stiffened under her, holding her hips steady as he followed, spilling his seed against her womb.
"Fucking Christ," Liam cursed as the aftershocks rolled through him. He rode her until he was spent, his breath hot on her neck. "Love you."
Emma hummed in pleasure, still flying high from her orgasm. She turned her head to kiss him, both still breathless. "Love you too."
Killian gently lifted her off his brother's lap and stretched her out on the blanket. She curled her leg around his hip, their lips trading kisses. Emma hissed and arched as his rough hands wandered her body. "Need you, Killian," she breathed, her hands pumping his cock. "Need you inside me."
Killian rolled into his back, bringing Emma with him. They kissed again as she ground against him, teasing them. "Emma, love, please…"
She smiled, pushing herself up long enough to angle her hips. Her bit her lip as her body welcomed him in, the stretch and burn so, so good. She pressed her hands to his chest as she rode him steadily, reveling in the feeling of being full again. "God, I needed this," she breathed.
"So fucking beautiful," Killian murmured as he skimmed his hands up her thighs.
"She is that," Liam murmured, appearing behind her and kissing her shoulder. Her breathing hitched as Liam's hands cupped her breasts; she arched against him. "Such a needy thing."
"Don't think you can…fuck, keep up?" Emma panted, her hips grinding against Killian's.
"Look at you," Liam growled, rolling and pinching her nipples. "So needy that you need two cocks to satisfy you."
Emma bent over Killian slightly, riding him harder, faster. Killian pushed himself up, capturing one nipple between his lips. Liam cupped her ass, his fingers dipping down to gather a bit of her arousal as it slid down her thighs. He pressed a wet thumb to her rear entrance; Emma moaned loudly. Another orgasm built inside her, coming on like a freight train. Her vision went white as it hit her; her mouth dropped open in a silent scream. Killian caught her as she collapsed against him, shuddering. She felt his groan rumble in his chest as he followed her, pumping her full of his seed.
Liam rubbed her back as Emma came down from her high. He loved her so much; he never wanted her to doubt that. As much as he wished Clara wasn't interfering in their lives, if he'd never met her, Liam might never have been on the path that led him to Emma. She was everything he wanted or needed.
Emma might have dozed; the next thing she knew she was waking up in the hotel bed. "Hmmm."
"There she is."
"Did I fall asleep?"
"Just for a little while."
Emma smiled and stretched; she had a pleasant ache between her thighs. "Sorry."
"Don't be sorry, lass."
Emma pressed a kiss to her husbands' lips. "What time is it?"
"Getting late. Probably time for proper sleep," Killian said, kissing the corner of her lips.
"Probably." She snuggled deeper into his chest; Liam leaned in against her back. She slipped his hand into hers. "We're gonna be okay," she mumbled. "I promise."
The future was uncertain, there was no denying it. But, as always, they would face it together.