Mag-log inHer voice cracks, barely audible now. "Please, just let me go. We can go our separate ways."
"No," I say, shaking my head.
There's no way I'll allow her to face this herself. My hand moves almost instantly, resting on her stomach.
She sniffs, her eyes glistening, and tilts her head up at me. "No... what?"
I swallow hard, staring at my hand on her stomach.
Holy shit.
I've never thought about kids. Not even a year ago, I was a one-and-done kind of man w
I glance over at my brother. Our eyes meet and I give him a small nod.He looks down at Beatrice, and his usual cocky smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth."When I first heard about you," he starts, "I didn't understand why and what had my brother so obsessed."His smirk deepens as he shakes his head, remembering their first encounter. "But the moment I laid my eyes on you I knew I had to have you, to claim you, and I wasn't going to stop until I made that happen."Beatrice licks her lips and I watch as her chest rises faster with every spoken word."You have my heart," he says. "Every broken, jagged piece of it. I know I'm not the easiest man to love. I'm rough and can be an ass and I always will be, but you saw something in me when no one else did."His teeth catch his bottom lip. "I may have put that baby inside you, but you created it. You gave me a son, our son. You gave me a life I never knew I wanted. You made me a better man; you made my brother a better man."He reaches out,
AtticusTwo Months LaterThe hum of the engine is low, a steady rhythm beneath us, blending with the soft slap of waves against the boat. The salt in the air clings to my skin, mixing with the sweetness of her scent.Beatricesits in my lap, her back pressed against my chest, her hair whipping in the breeze. The sun hangs low on the horizon, turning the sky into golds and pinks. She tilts her head, letting the dying light touch her face, and I swear I've never seen anything more beautiful.Both of my hands are splayed across her belly, round now, full, and alive. I can feel the faintest kicks against my palm. Each movement makes my chest tighten, a mix of awe and pride flooding through me.I can't get enough of her like this.She laughs softly as she shifts, trying to adjust her position. She lets out a little groan when she reaches too far forward. "I can't see my toes anymore," she says, shaking her head.
Her eyes drift back and forth between us, never choosing one, soaking us in equally. She drinks us in—our hands, our bodies, and the way we're unraveling for her. She looks like she's worshipping us and commanding us all at once. Fuck, it's a turn-on I can't even put into words.Atticusgrowls, his strokes becoming rougher. "Spread your fucking thighs wider, doll face. I want those fingers buried deep inside that sweet cunt. Make a mess on them."Beatricebites down on her lip. Her hand trails lower, sliding down that slick seam until her middle finger disappears inside her. Her body jolts and a soft moan spills free as she pumps slowly, testing the stretch. Precum beads at my tip, dripping onto the edge of the bed. I choke back a groan. "You can take more than that, angel."Atticus's jaw tightens, his knuckles whitening with the force of his grip on himself. "Stretch that cunt for us. You'll be taking both our cocks soon enough."She surp
I move to the edge of the bed. My eyes trace over her hungrily, drinking in the way that oversized t-shirt drapes over her frame, leaving tantalizing glimpses of her skin exposed. Her long brown hair brushes past her shoulders, soft and silky, framing that perfect, flushed face of hers. My gaze drifts lower, over those sexy thighs pressed against the mattress. "You're so fucking sexy, you know that?" I murmur.Her cheeks bloom with that beautiful shade of pink and she gives me a faint smile. "Thank you.""If I were to touch between your thighs right now, how wet would I find you?"Her mouth parts, giving me a teasing smirk. "Why don't you come and find out?"She's still that shy girl I fell for, but now there's this fire. This confidenceAtticushas built up in her. It's intoxicating. I make my tone low and commanding. "Be a good girl and pull up that shirt and touch yourself. Slip your hand between your legs. I want to watch you get yourself of
SilasAtticuspresses a kiss toBeatrice's temple, his palm smoothing over her back. "Why don't you go lie down, doll face. I'm going to talk toSilasfor a couple minutes."She tilts her face up to him, giving him a soft peck on the lips. Before she turns,Atticusbends down and kisses her stomach. I love the way his hand rests over her belly, his lips brushing the swell with reverence. A smile tugs at my lips. She glances toward me, cheeks flushing. Fuck, that blush could make me forget every ounce of darkness I've been carrying. She still does that. She still flushes under my stare. God, I've missed it.Before she can slip down the hall, I reach out and catch her hand. My thumb brushes over her knuckles as I lift it to my mouth, pressing a kiss there. Her eyes soften at me and then she turns away. I watch every step she takes as she disappears intoAtticus's bedroom.Atticussnatches a pack of ci
"Tell me the truth,Atticus." My fingers fight in my lap. "Do you want to continue our life with just me and you? Do you want me to choose?"His dark eyes bleed into mine. I feel the familiar pull, the magnetic gravity that always makes my stomach clench and my heart race. Then he glances atSilas, reading him, before returning to me. He tucks a stray strand of my hair behind my ear, his thumb brushing my cheek."Silasis the only reason you stumbled into my life, doll face." His voice turns low, calm, but laced with a kind of raw honesty. "I loved sharing you with him. But the decision is yours. I'll respect whatever choice you make. If you want him here with us, that's great. If you don't, I'll kick his ass out now. What you want will always come first for me."My heart pounds so hard I'm sure they can both hear it.Atticusis steady and protective at my side.Silasis broken and desperate in front of me. I know that he's sor
BeatriceI wake up before my alarm, heart racing with a strange mix of nerves and excitement. I can't believe I got the fucking job. The one job that will change everything for me. A grin stretches across my face as I sit up in bed, pulling the blankets around me like it'll somehow contain the happ
The final strike lands harder than all the rest; sharp, punishing, and precise. Her back arches, mouth falling open with a cry that dissolves into something closer to a moan. A sound she doesn't mean to make but it's a sound I'll never forget."That's for ignoring me," I say, my voice a da
SilasI sit behind my computer with next month's financial projections for Apex sprawled out across the screen. Line after line of numbers I usually dissect with precision. But today, they blur together, smearing into meaningless rows of black and white.I can't stop thinking about Beatrice.I lean
Where the hell is the peanut butter?I open the pantry and scan the shelves. Nothing. I move to the cupboards, opening one by one with increasing frustration. Where do rich people keep the damn peanut butter?The kitchen light flickers to life and I gasp, whirling around. Silas stands in the doorway







