Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
With that, the tall woman strides off across the parking lot, leaving me, Talon and Paisley on the steps of the station.
“None of this is your fault,” I say in a gentle tone while stroking our girl’s hair again. “That anonymous source? I’m sure it’s a guy we used to fight on the MMA circuit. He never made it big and now he’s broke and bitter because Talon and I have become headliners for marquee events.”
“But…”
I shush her. “We thought he was a friend but obviously not. He’s probably saw the three of us together somewhere, and used that opportunity to fabricate these lies.”
Paisley nods while sniffling.
“The lawyer said all the allegations were stupid since they were so easily proven wrong. I mean literally, I just pulled my driver’s license out and showed it to the ADA.”
Talon shrugs.
“Yeah, the dude I’m thinking of was never very smart. I also believe the situation ran away from him because he probably didn’t expect us to actually end up in jail. He probably just wanted to cause some trouble, and it totally spun out of control. What a dumbfuck,” he adds with disgust.
Paisley sniffles again, wiping at her cheeks. “Yeah, but there’s been significant damage done because you had to forfeit the fight last night, right? What’s going to happen now?”
I shrug.
“I don’t know but right now, it doesn’t matter. We’re out of lock-up, and that’s what counts. Now, are you ready to go home, sweetheart? We can recover in bed if you’re up for it.”
That makes our woman giggle a bit through her tears.
“Really Torment? At this moment, that’s what you’re thinking about?”
I waggle my brows at her.
“I’m always thinking about that, honey, because you taste so good between your legs. But anything to get a smile on your face, and besides, this chapter is just about over and I want to bleach it from my mind. So let’s go, baby,” I say, holding out one large palm. “Let’s go make some babies.”
Oops, that comment just slipped out and I bite my tongue. Of course, my twin and I have spoken privately about getting Paisley pregnant, but we haven’t discussed it with the young woman yet because we don’t want to spook her. She’s only just adjusted to being in a relationship with two men, so a baby is too much too soon. But now, the cat’s out of the bag.
However, to my surprise, Paisley merely smiles a bit secretively.
“About that,” she begins. “Would you be shocked if I announced that our beautiful threesome is soon going to become four?”
Talon and I stare at her in shock.
“What are you saying, honey?” I manage in a choked voice. “Are you pregnant?”
She turns to me, and there’s a blissful smile on her face even as her eyes fill with tears.
“Yes Torment, yes Talon. You’re going to be daddies soon.”
With that I let out a whoop and then pick her up in a giant bear hug before spinning her around the parking lot. She’s breathless and laughing when I finally put her down.
“Holy shit, this is the best news ever! Thank you, sweetheart, because this is the greatest gift a woman can give a man and we love you so much. We’ve wanted to be daddies since we were young, but never thought we’d get the chance. But now you’re carrying our child,” I say, my voice breaking with emotion. “Thank you.”
Talon joins in too.
“Yes, thank you, Paisley,” he reiterates, his deep voice thick with feeling. “For loving us. For standing by us through thick and thin. And most importantly, for carrying this baby and being the mother of our child.”
Paisley nods, tears filling her beautiful caramel gaze as well.
“I love you, Talon and Torment,” she whispers. “Bearing your child is an honor, and we’re going to be a happy family once he or she is born.”
We laugh and hug then, all three of us with tears streaming down our cheeks because after a hellacious twenty-four hours, Talon and I have received the best news ever. Nothing else matters: not the botched match, the alleged informer, nor the criminal charges. Instead, the girl we adore loves us too, and not only that, but she’s expecting our child. How can life get any better?
“Does it matter who’s the biological father?” Paisley whispers as we pull her in for a kiss, uncaring of who sees.
“No, absolutely not,” growls Talon, his blue eyes flaring. “The child belongs to all three of us.”
“Good,” she sighs as we lock lips once again, plundering her sweetness. “I was hoping you’d say that.” With that, our love comes full circle and an eternity of bliss opens before us. After all, we adore this woman and with our baby in her belly, the filthy twin fighters will live to fight once more, with a family surrounding us to bring the greatest joy.