“Don’t burn this house down,” I warn Sin seriously, kissing him one last time.
Sin snorts but doesn’t bother to contradict me, mostly because he knows it’s true. My last apartment? Yeah, the asshole accidentally burned it down during one of our kinky sex sessions. Fortunately, the guys had already been planning on surprising me with a new home located in a swath of forest miles and miles away from the nearest town. In every direction is nothing but gorgeous trees, and directly behind the farmhouse is a tiny creek. The guys also ensured that it’s only ten minutes away from the local newspaper, where I work part-time as an investigative journalist.
It’s…perfect.
Simple and elegant with two-floors, six bedrooms, and four bathrooms. We don’t need anything grand or ostentatious. None of my men need a room for themselves, so we all share the master bedroom on the top floor. And I think that’s the reason my guys chose this house in particular. Because that master bedroom? It’s massive. We’re able to fit a bed that comfortably fits all six of us and still have space on either side of the room. The closet has sections designated for each of us, and the bathroom has two sinks and two showers. It’s still crowded, but that’s what the spare bedrooms are for. If we ever need a moment of silence, a moment to escape, there’s an easy way to do so.
As I move down the hall, I see Helio and Tate talking quietly in the kitchen, pouring themselves steaming cups of coffee. My breath catches as I stare at my two sexy-as-sin men.
Tate wears the police uniform as if it was made for him. It conforms to his shapely legs and muscular torso, and if I didn’t have somewhere I had to be, I would jump his fine ass. His hair is now styled slightly to one side, due to a prank that Desmond played on him that resulted in a section of his hair being burned away. As you can probably guess, Sin helped.
Helio wears a tight, black shirt that appears slightly too small on his larger-than-life frame. His bulging muscles flex as he brings his coffee mug to his lips and takes a slow, seductive sip. Honestly, I’m not even sure he realizes what he’s doing to me. Everything about Helio is just so fucking attractive. I smile slightly when I see the Goddess Security logo on the upper right corner of his shirt. Yeah, my man named his company after me. What has yours done, Karen?
Both men pause their conversation when they catch sight of me.
“Did you remember your pepper spray?” Tate demands immediately, folding his arms over his chest. I just barely resist the urge to roll my eyes.
“Yes, Dad,” I taunt, and he grunts.
“Shut up.”
“Make me,” I retort immediately.
“I can think of a few things you can use your naughty mouth for.” His eyes glimmer as he considers me from head to toe, stopping when they rest on my slightly bulging belly. I’m hoping this pregnancy will go better than the last one. That one involved a lot of crying, eating, and vomiting. Speaking of…
The baby monitor releases a wail as our infant daughter, Holly, wakes up from her nap.
Tate sighs and sets his mug of coffee down. “I got her.” He tries to sound grumpy, but there’s a light in his eyes that hadn’t been there prior. Tate is fucking obsessed with his kids, and he’s a pretty damn good dad. All of my husbands are. I’m so incredibly lucky I have them.
As he passes me, he stops, kisses my lips harshly, and whispers, “Stay safe.”
“I’m going to see my brothers and Rebecca. The worst thing that could happen is Gemma getting a papercut,” I drawl sarcastically, and Tate’s eyes actually widen in horror, as if the thought of such a menial thing happening to our daughter fills him with mind-numbing terror. Hoping to set him at ease, I kiss him once more. “I’ll be safe. Cross my heart and hope to—well, not die, obviously. Hope to live?”
He rolls his eyes at me, but my words seem to settle him. After one more kiss, he stalks down the hall towards Holly’s nursery, leaving me alone with my sexy God of Karma.
He eyes me over the rim of his cup. “So about that pepper spray…?”
“You guys are ridiculous!” I huff, throwing my hands in the air. “Yes, I have the damn pepper spray!”
“Uh oh. Mommy just said a naughty word,” Desmond jests from behind me, and I turn to see him holding hands with Gemma. His eyes sparkling with mirth, he leans forward to whisper, “Do I have to spank you later as punishment?”
“Stop it,” I warn, swatting at his arm as a blush heats my cheeks. I don’t think that’ll ever go away. Even after all these years, even after centuries, my men have a tendency to make me blush like a schoolgirl.
“Tell the guys and Rebecca I said hello,” Helio says pleasantly, pecking my lips. His beard scratches my skin, and my face heats even more at the memory of that same beard rubbing against the inside of my thighs the night before. One benefit of having multiple, devoted husbands—childcare. While you get your sexy on with one or two of them, the others will be on kid duty.
“Love you!” I grip Gemma’s other hand as I rush from the kitchen. Raising my voice, so my other men can hear me, I add, “I love you all!”
A chorus of I love yous flow down to me, and my heart swells with
