Page 5 of Fighting Our Forever

“Ohh. Ryan, what are you doing?” She asks breathlessly.

“What I’ve wanted to do for almost a year. Your skin is so sweet Callie. Are you this sweet everywhere?”

I pull her ridiculously large hoodie to the side and press open mouth kisses down her neck and scrape my teeth against the patch of skin that connects her shoulder and neck.

“Have you let anyone touch you like this, baby?” Paul asks on the other side of her, where he is kissing her wrist.

She shakes her head no, dazed and confused. I know it’s wrong, because I’m far from pure, but I hope she saved her cherry for us. Anything else would drive me insane with jealousy, and I choose to think of her as pure.

I kiss her shoulder and watch Paul love on our woman. I’m hard watching him bring her pleasure. He kisses her palm and places it into his hand, bringing it up to his chest. She watches his every move while leaning her body into mine.

“You ready to accept this is happening Calliope? That there is something between the three of us?”

She nods, but Paul needs more from her, and he pushes.

“Give me the words Precious. I want you to say it out loud.”

She clears her throat and then whispers. “There’s something between us.”

Using the hand in his, he pulls her body to his chest where he kisses the side of her head. “Thank you for admitting what we have known to be true since we walked into that hospital room months ago. Fitting, isn’t it?”

“What is?” she whispers into the quiet cab of his truck.

“You finally admit your feelings for us at the same hospital where we met.”

Our shy girl says nothing, and blushes further, not that I thought it were even possible.

He grabs her phone from her hands and puts in our numbers. “You’ve got our numbers baby. Call us for whatever you need.”

Her eyebrows pull together like she wants to ask something, but she holds back.

“What is it, Callie?” I ask.

She shakes her head and looks down at her hands, but I refuse to let her shy away from his conversation. I lift her chin so she’s looking at me. “Ask.”

“Don’t you need my number too, if, like Paul said, ‘there’s something between the three of us’?”

I run my thumb across her bottom lip and catch myself wondering for the thousandth time how she’d taste. It’s torture, knowing how soft her lips are. Caught in a daze, Paul answers for me.

“We don’t need your number Calliope.”

“Why?” She snaps and pulls away from my touch.

“We don’t need it because we’ve had it for months now.” I clear up for her.

I don’t miss the small smile that ghosts across her lips. I open my door and pull her hand, so she’ll slide out my side of the car. I get out first, and before I move to let her out, I look her in the eyes.

“I have wanted you for a long time, Callie. We aren’t going back to the way it was before. We are moving forward and seeing where this connection goes. You on board with that?”

“Ryan, this is crazy. You guys barely know me.”

“You’re wrong, Angel. We know you are only shy when we are around. We know you are fiercely protective of those you love. You are smart, caring, and sweet. We’ll learn the small things, the more time we spend together, but we know what’s most important. Promise me that we are moving forward, that you are okay with moving forward with Paul and me.”

She nods and then gives me a quiet yes.

I give her a smile and kiss her cheek. Good, she’s catching on quick.

“Let’s go meet our niece then. Little miss Winnie Grace will be here before we know it, and I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to miss this.”

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