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I didn’t realize I was getting turned on through all the pain, but one more sharp slap to my ass sends me spiraling into an orgasm I didn’t know I was capable of having. Dominic’s grip releases from my throat, allowing a full amount of oxygen to hit me and effectively making me dizzy. My orgasm is amplified as I breathe and pant through the pain and pleasure mixing inside of my body. My brain is literally fried, unsure what to do with these conflicting signals. So instead of trying to figure them out, I just collapse on the bed, moaning and groaning through them both.

Several seconds go by, or maybe minutes, before Dom finally pulls out of me, rolling out of the bed and opening Zayden’s bedroom door. I go to call out for him, but I don’t have it in me. Zayden’s hand tangles through my hair, pushing it to the side and revealing my face as he smiles down at me.

“You did so good. I’m so proud of you.”

I smile hazily at him as Dominic comes back into the room. I feel his thighs come on either side of me, my ass still in the air as a cooling feeling touches my skin. I wince at the feeling, pain still very present as he slowly begins massaging me.

“Shhh, deep breaths, baby,” he says as the cooling spreads to the other side.

“What is that?” I ask.

“Arnica cream. It helps.”

He’s quiet for a moment as he continues rubbing the cream all over me before he speaks.

“I’m so sorry. I lost control. I swore I never would with you. I?—”

“Hey,” I say as I turn my head to face him. “It’s okay. I enjoyed it a lot. Apparently, I like a little or a lot of pain during. It’s the after part that sucks.”

Dominic nods. “That’s why aftercare is so important.”

I turn an accusing stare at Zayden.

“Why have you never done aftercare for me, after we’ve played with your knife?”

He rolls his eyes. “Because every time the knife came out, you ran away right after acting like you didn’t love or want me.”

There is a bitterness behind his words that stings something inside me. I reach my hand out for his, and he intertwines our fingers immediately before I speak.

“I do. Want you and me.” I pause for a moment, swallowing lightly as butterflies begin fluttering through my stomach. “I do love you, Zayden.”

Joy like I’ve never seen on his face before spreads, enveloping all of his features and leaving nothing untouched by it. He crushes his lips to mine, holding my face in his hands as he gives me a smile that takes my breath away.

“I’ll love you until the end of time, angel. In this life, the next and every single one to come. It will always be you.”

My heart skips a beat at that as I turn to see Dominicwatching us with a pleased smile. Like seeing his brother so happy brings him joy as well.

“I love you, Dominic, so much.”

He smiles at me, another smile I don’t see very often as his hand rubs soothing circles on my back.

“I love you so much more, babygirl. Forever. It’s always going to be us. All of us,” he says, sharing a look with Zayden before resting his hand underneath me, cupping my belly.

Something shifts inside me at that. I turn on my side to see his hand on me, and Zayden’s hand comes right beside his, both of them wistfully staring like they are imagining me six months from now pregnant with their baby. The idea doesn’t fill me with the fear it should. Though I’m not ready to start cranking out a bunch of Graves babies left and right, if it happens, I guess it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

Chapter Forty-Two

BLAKE

Despite Dominic and Zayden’s best efforts, I am not pregnant. My period came two days after the guys literally shoved all of their cum inside me, and to say they were both disappointed would be an understatement. Dominic frowned but tried to hide it while Zayden threw an outright tantrum, shouting at Dominic for not pushing it deep enough. I honestly couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of his irritation, which he did not appreciate.

I’m currently curled up on the couch with Domtucked around me. The cramps didn’t really hit until this morning, and I’m currently in six levels of fresh hell. Of course, Dom noticed immediately and grabbed my heating pad before he began massaging my stomach. He’s since moved to my back, and we are on our third season of some trash reality TV show when his phone rings.

He curses as he answers it, talking to someone about some financials that are skewed at the club.

“I’m not a finance guy. Have someone else handle it,” he scoffs before his body tenses and irritation fills him.

“Oh really? On tape? I’ll be right there, don’t let him leave.”

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