Page 57 of Psycho Saints

"Fine, but afterwards, I want some soft serve ice-cream and fries. this baby baker has cravings," I stated, and he let out a genuine laugh that had me grinning and chuckling.

"Kitten, I'll buy you an entire franchise. Hell, I'll have a fast food kitchen installed in the house for you if that's what you wanted," he said as he hiked my sundress up, his hands squeezing my ass.

"I think that's a bad idea. I'd turn into a whale, and I'm already starting to struggle with my belly," I said with a soft pout.

He chuckled and claimed my lips once more before leaning back and just gazing at me lovingly.

The shadows of his past fears had been banished from his eyes, and I was caught in their depths. I saw the love and vulnerability shining through, and I knew what I felt for him, for all of them, was real and true despite how this had all begun.

"I love you, too, Cris," I whispered, my voice echoing the sincerity in my heart. I hadn't yet said those words to him, despite having broken and returning the words to both Julian and Tyrone in past weeks.

His arms tightened around me, a tangible wave of relief radiating from him. It was as if my words had unlocked something deep within him, and I felt the change as strongly as the evening breeze that rustled through the leaves of the oak tree.

Cristian stood, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. His eyes sparkled with a familiar mischief that made my heart flutter with anticipation. "How about a swim, kitten?" he suggested with a sly grin, nodding toward the doorway to the luxurious indoor pool that had become one of my favorite spots in the mansion. It helped make me feel weightless, which was more than welcome with my growing belly.

I let out a laugh, the sound light and carefree. "A swim sounds perfect," I replied, already imagining the cool water enveloping my skin.

We made our way to the pool while Cristian shot off a text, and when we stepped inside, I sighed. The ambient lighting within cast a serene glow over the water. It was heated year round, unlike our outdoor pool.

Because, y'know, we needed two pools. But I'd found it quite nice to have actually.

Tyrone and Julian were already there, seated in the chairs by the pool, and I had a feeling Cristian had texted them to join us in here.

"Enjoying the view, I see," Cristian teased, his fingers intertwining with mine.

Julian chuckled, pushing his blond hair back as he stood to greet us. "Always," he said with a warm smile, his deep brown eyes lingering on me.

"Our lovely fiancé looks ravishing with that swollen belly, it's hard not to enjoy," Tyrone added, his voice that low rumble that I felt deep in my chest. He rose from his seat by the pool, his tall, imposing figure moving with a predatory grace that never failed to stir something within me.

I felt a flush of heat rise to my cheeks, the compliment warming me more than the sun ever could. They made sure to make sure I felt stunning all the time despite my changing body.

Cristian led me to the steps that descended into the crystal-clear water. He released my hand just long enough to strip off his shirt, revealing the sculpted muscles and tattoos that adorned his skin. I followed his lead, shedding my sundress and allowing myself to be engulfed by the pool's cool embrace. My underwear remained on for now, but I felt all eyes on me despite that.

The water lapped around us as Cristian pulled me close. We floated together, our bodies moving in harmony with the gentle waves. Julian and Tyrone joined us, wading in after us.

Julian swam up beside me, his hand brushing against my arm. "How's our baby mama feeling?" he asked softly.

"Like I need some soft serve and fries," I shot back, and he chuckled.

"Afterwards, kitten. Let us enjoy this," Cristian promised.

Tyrone's strong arms wrapped around me from behind, his lips pressing against my temple. "You can have all the soft serve you desire," he murmured, making me giggle.

"But, I think we all want to have a taste of our own dessert first," Julian said as he moved in to kiss me gently, tugging me away from Tyrone and into his own arms.

The cool water of the pool lapped against my skin as Julian's fingers began their slow exploration beneath the surface. His touch was gentle, teasing, each stroke sending ripples of pleasure through me. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation as he expertly coaxed my desire to the surface.

Cristian's hands found my hips from behind, his lips trailing a path of fire along my neck. He dove under the water, his fingers deftly finding the edge of my panties. With a swift tug, they were gone, floating away to the edge of the pool. His hands then moved to my bra, unhooking it with practiced ease and sending it to join my discarded panties.

As the last piece of clothing was stripped from my body, Cristian lifted me up, the water buoying me as he positioned himself behind me. With gentle movements, he eased inside me, filling me completely. The sensation of his body moving against mine, combined with Julian's persistent teasing of my clit, sent waves of ecstasy coursing through me.

Tyrone appeared at my side, his strong arms helping to hold me up as Cristian continued to move within me. His hand found my swollen belly, caressing it with a tenderness that didn't match his fierce exterior. His lips found mine in a searing kiss, while Cristian left a trail of hickeys along my neck.

"That's right, my good girl, let my brothers bring you bliss," Tyrone groaned against my lips.

I was lost in a sea of sensation, each touch, each kiss, driving me closer to the edge. Tyrone's fingers joined Julian's, both of them working in tandem to push me over the edge. My climax hit me like a tidal wave, my body shuddering with the force of it as Cristian found his own release with a strangled groan.

But they weren't done with me yet. Tyrone's hands guided me toward him, and with surprising tenderness, he lifted me onto his own waiting erection. Leaning me back, he cradled me in his arms as he thrust into me, his movements slow and deliberate. Cristian held my head against his shoulder, providing a pillow for me to rest on as Tyrone made love to me in the water.

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