Page 27 of Deadlier Obsessions

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

GAGE

Lucy sits on my lap, and did I hear Mav come into the room? Yes, I did, but I’m not letting her go right now. I hold her face in my hands, forcing her gaze to stay on mine. “Beautiful,” I groan before I push my tongue back into her mouth, as her fingers tangle with the hair on the back of my neck. Of course, when Mav and I took the three of them this wasn’t in the plans. I used the women as weapons to get what I wanted from Pretty Boy, and then figured I may as well fuck them. If it feels good, do it. Then something happened along the way. It became more than sex, so much more. And that’s the reason Lucy is sitting on my lap right now while I lavish her with attention. This girl needs to know she fucking matters, they both do. Both women have lived their lives feeling like they’re never enough. It's our job as men to prove to them that isn’t true, that they always have been and always will be enough for us. I have no intention of losing any person in this family of five.

Lucy pulls back with a quizzical expression. “Why are you being so nice?”

I sigh, because clearly, I’ve been enough of an asshole, that I can’t be sweet without it raising red flags. “Because I want you to be happy.”

Lucy starts bawling her eyes out like I killed her goddamn dog. It was a sudden and extreme reaction to what? I don’t have a goddamn clue what the fuck is happening right now, but ofcourse, Mav is beside us in two seconds, like the fucking white knight he thinks he is.

“What the fuck, Gage?”

He grabs her from my lap and pulls her into his arms, and she sobs on his chest as he holds her tight, and I sit here and try to figure out what the hell is going on.

I retrace everything in my mind, I was kissing her, telling her I wanted her to be happy, and yeah, I was fucking nice, but people don’t cry because a man is nice to them, right? Is that a thing?

Sebastian drags his hand down his face. “What the hell is going on now?”

I shrug. “I don’t have a clue but the second I figure women out, I’ll let you know.”

Standing, I glance at Pretty Boy. “Let's go make some dinner. Maybe she’s hungry.”

We head to the kitchen, and I place the roast into the pressure cooker with some vegetables. I put together a selection of breads we picked up from a bakery yesterday. I make a really nice dinner, if I do say so myself. People don’t expect me to cook because I guess assholes don’t know what to do in the kitchen. Sebastian and I work together well, he sets the table as I put everything together. Once it’s ready, he yells to Lucy, Mav, and Stella that dinner is ready.

Placing the bread in front of Lucy since she’s in the middle, I take a seat on the other side. Stella reaches over and grabs a piece of the pumpernickel bread and spreads butter on it.

Lucy squeaks loudly, covers her mouth with her hand, and jumps up running.

What the fuck now?

Mav goes after Lucy while I rub my temples. It’s been a long fucking day and Sebastian asks, “Stomach bug?”

Stella begins laughing so hard I’m afraid she might hurt herself. She’s doubled over, holding her stomach, and I fail to see what is so fucking funny.

STELLA

Neither of them have figured it out but I have; Lucy is pregnant. Jealousy is not an attractive trait, but right now I’m so envious of her that it has me unable to deal with it. They say if you don’t like something about yourself you can change it. But how? How do you change your feelings? The fact is, I removed my IUD over a year ago, when the guys all agreed if someone got pregnant it was no big deal. Should I have told them I removed it? Probably, but I didn’t. Yet, Lucy still has her implant in and she’s fucking pregnant. I’m not mad at her, I’m mad at myself. My body is filled with semen on a constant basis, and yet it’s not doing the one damn thing it’s designed to do. The need to procreate is a bizarre feeling. It has taken so much of my brain. It’s become an obsession really.

“What’s so funny,” Gage asks with a confused expression on his face.

They really are clueless. I take a bite of my bread, chew and swallow before answering him, “She’s pregnant, Gage.”

He shakes his head as if dismissing the notion. “No. She has that implant thing.”

I roll my eyes at him. “Yeah, she does and it’s quite effective. However, ninety-nine percent effective isn’t one hundred percent. And with the amount of cum you three pump into her on a daily basis, it was only a matter of time until she was part of the one percent.”

Gage pulls out his phone and Sebastian asks. “What are you doing?”

He sighs audibly. “Ordering some damn pregnancy tests to be delivered.”

Again, I’m wondering if I should tell them I no longer have my IUD, but I decide this isn’t the time. Instead, I tell Gage, “You should also order some saltines and ginger ale. It’ll help with her sickness.”

SEBASTIAN

What if she’s really pregnant? We’ve discussed it briefly because all three of us know if you have sex with a woman, birth control or not, she can get pregnant. The other two basically said if it happens it happens, there was no way they were wearing a condom with our women. I have fantasized about it since the beginning though. The idea of them both being pregnant at the same time got me off many times, before they were physically with us. I glance at Stella. “Are you pregnant? Is that how you know?”

A pained look flashes in her eyes. “No.”

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