Thoreau ran his own hand over her chest, cupping her breast before pulling her down for a deep, tongue-tangling kiss. “I like it too,” he said. “I can feel him fucking you, his cock sliding over mine and making you tighter. I didn’t think you could get any tighter.”
A warning rumble from Wyatt’s throat was all they got before he changed the force of his thrusts. Faster. Harder.
Yes, fuck, do it harder. Fuck us harder.
Thoreau felt her coming and couldn’t hold back anymore. Everything he was poured into her. Everything inside him emptied out and filled up with something new. Something he’d never known he wanted.
Forever. He wanted this forever. This connection. This ecstatic piece of Glory.
Fiona and Wyatt. They were his one.
Waynes always knew.
He wasn’t sure how long he lay there caressing Fiona’s back before he realized she was asleep and Wyatt was gone. He’d heard the water in the bathroom a few minutes before, felt him cleaning her, kissing her. But then he’d left the room again and hadn’t come back.
When Thoreau rolled Fiona onto her side, she smiled, lifting her lashes long enough to look at him. “Love you.”
“Love you, too. Do you need anything? A drink?”
She closed her eyes on a hum and shook her head. “Go check on Wyatt,” she suggested sleepily. “I’ll be here when you get back.”
She would, he knew. She didn’t look like the idea of running was even crossing her mind. He wanted to shout in victory and beat his damn chest.
Fiona was his. Theirs. And she wasn’t going anywhere.
Thoreau made sure she was covered with his blanket, then tugged on his boxers before stopping off in the bathroom. He found Wyatt sitting at the kitchen table. He was eating a slice of pizza and staring at the three-pack.
“I’m starving,” Thoreau said, walking in and casually lifting a now-cold slice from the box. “You two distracted me before I could eat the rest of my dinner.”
Wyatt nodded, glancing up at him as he sat down and started to eat. “I was just thinking about this team of ours…”
Thoreau forced his heartrate to slow.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Wyatt picked up the bottle of Fiona’s Cream Ale and looked at it in the light. “I was wondering what the next phase would be. If we wanted to keep moving forward with the plan.”
Thoreau set down his pizza and stared at Wyatt Finn intently. “Do you want to move forward?”
“Fiona does,” he responded quickly before laughing self-consciously. “Yes. I’d like to move forward, too.”
Thoreau didn’t want to get ahead of himself, but he couldn’t help the smile blooming on his face. “Then the next phase is easy. I own this building, you know. It doesn’t have to be two separate apartments. Walls were meant to be torn down, in my opinion.”
Wyatt’s lips quirked, but Thoreau could see the relief in his eyes. “That might be a good idea. There’s a baby coming, in case you missed it.”
“Trust me, I did not miss that.” He hesitated. “You think you can handle what’s coming next? Other people knowing about this? About us?”
“Someone told me that labels didn’t matter. Not right or wrong. Not gay or straight. Not just one man for just one woman. If anyone would understand that, it would be my family. The guys at the firehouse too. They’ve all met Rory.”
Thoreau watched him, stunned, as he picked up the bottle of Thor’s hammer and popped open the lid. “I haven’t tried this one yet.”
“Are you saying what I think—”
“We’ll go slow,” Wyatt said, a small warning in his tone. “But we’ll do it together.”
Thoreau reminded himself to breathe. He’d planned all of this out but Wyatt kept surprising him. “You know you’ve skipped to phase five in a single conversation.”
Wyatt chuckled, taking a sip of the braggot. “Oh, that’s strong. Is that honey, though? That’s pretty damn good. Fiona’s is still my favorite, but you could definitely bring home more of this.”
Thoreau grabbed the bottle from him and took a drink for himself. “I think I might.”
“What about you?” Wyatt asked. “I mean, Finns roll with shit like this but your family might have a problem. I hope not. I love your mother.”
Fiona appeared in the kitchen doorway in nothing but his sheet and a smile, watching them fondly. “We’ll have to start researching now. Find all the books we can by authors who had multiple partners. They won’t stand a chance.”
Wyatt laughed and pulled her into his lap for a smacking kiss of approval. “I’m surrounded by evil geniuses.”
“But you love it.”
“But I love it.”
So did Thoreau.
Epilogue
Wyatt
“Are you happy now? I look like an idiot.”
Wyatt glanced down at the phone from his position at the front door and chuckled. “I’m not the one who told you to wear a mask, man. Come on, take it off, you look like an idiot.”
As his brother grumbled at someone off screen and took off the half mask that really did make him look like an old movie villain, Wyatt felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Hey Younger. Glad you could make it.”
The police chief leaned over and squinted at the phone. “Noah. Zoom out, I can’t see you.”
“You zoom out, I’m looking right up your nose. Maybe we should try this again some other time.”
“Go inside.” Wyatt elbowed his older brother and held up his cell phone. “No way. Shelley and Jake put this app on our phones so you could come to our party. Zach and Jae are already here. You don’t want to miss out, do you?”
Noah adjusted his camera so only the unscarred portion of his face was showing and sighed. “No. I don’t want to miss that.”
Thank God. Getting his brother to stop hiding at the neighbor’s and socialize with his family on any level had taken months of poking and prodding. There were still bad days. Weeks that would go by when no one could get through to him. When he’d barely leave his room.
Especially after the last doctor’s visit, when she told Noah that she couldn’t do more to his face without making things worse, and that his shoulder would need more surgery.
That wasn’t the kind of news any of them wanted to hear. Especially since they were still waiting for the other shoe to drop with Zachary’s mother. She’d stopped asking questions once she realized people were shutting her down, and Wyatt knew Tanaka was working on it, but the waiting was torture.
“So this is a housewarming party,” Noah nudged. “Are you going to show me around or what?”
Wyatt whistled at Thoreau, who was standing in the kitchen. “Take over greeting duty for me while I show Noah around?”
“On it, firecracker.”
Everyone within hearing distance whistled and laughed, and Wyatt narrowed his eyes as the man walked by. “Causing trouble?”
“Trouble is my—Ow. Shit.” Thoreau jumped and grabbed his ass, looking back at Wyatt in shock.
“Don’t say marmalade.”
Thoreau chuckled and Wyatt grinned as he walked into the house.
“Did you just smack his ass? Man, this whole family is crazy, isn’t it?”
Noah had been unusually understanding when Wyatt started talking to him about his new situation. He still had a hard time defining it, but he wasn’t in a hurry to. He had two people in his life, and they always made him feel special. They needed him, almost as much as he needed them. That was all he needed to know right now.
He made it into the living room and turned the phone in a slow circle as he described how— with cousin Owen’s guidance and a lot of family assistance—they’d knocked down walls and added an addition to turn the Wayne-plex into a four-bedroom, two-bathroom home with a bigger kitchen and a large backyard perfect for growing boys. Or girls.
They needed the space, since Fiona was seven months along now. With twins. She’d been shocked when she found
out, and so had her doctor. Apparently, one of his babies was shy.
Twins.
Seamus and Tasha, the other members of the family who’d been doubly blessed, had been sharing stories that Fiona said would give them all nightmares for years. But she was over the moon about it, and for Wyatt, it felt perfect. His kids would have each other along with three adults to love them.
They’d never be alone.
“Are you talking to Noah?” Wyatt looked up and saw a very pregnant Fiona, along with Tasha and Bronte, all headed in his direction.
“You’re not even here and the women are still making a beeline for you, buddy,” Wyatt said with a laugh.
“Whatever. Where’s Zach?”
Wyatt looked around, instinctively pulling Fiona in with his free arm as soon as she reached him. “I don’t know.”
“They’re in the backyard,” Fiona told him, kissing his cheek with a smile. “Hey, Noah.”
“Hi, Noah,” Tasha and Austen sang, each holding up a bottle of WTF to toast him.
Thoreau had made one more bottle for the series, turning his three-pack into a four-pack. It was a little spicy, a little sweet, and people couldn’t seem to get enough of the stuff.
The handsome brewer had a real winner on his hands. It had even won a few craft awards already. He had them on a shelf in their basement. Okay, it was his basement. He and Fiona were rarely allowed down there.
“I’m on a mission to find my brother’s son.” Wyatt kissed Fiona. “I’ll be right back.”
He took Noah through the crowded house, sliding open the glass door before stepping onto the patio—where he froze in his tracks.
Uncle Shawn and Jae the Manny were executing some wild dance moves to that perky K-pop music with Tasha’s twins, while Little Sean and Zach danced in wild circles around them. Aunt Ellen and Penny were laughing and cheering them on, and Wes was recording it all on his phone with a giant grin.
“What the hell am I looking at?” Noah asked loud enough for the small crowd to hear him.
Zach stopped dancing, looking up at them with big eyes as he pointed at the phone. “Daddy. Language.”
Wyatt caught Noah’s expression and started to laugh. After a minute, his brother joined in, and Wyatt knew everything was going to okay.
They just had to hang in there.
***
“That was insane.”
Wyatt nodded tiredly as he leaned against the couch, thankful that Rig and Rory had brought enough food for everyone and then taken the plates away afterward.
Fiona’s feet landed in his lap and he instantly started rubbing. He liked doing things like this for her. And as much as she loved being pregnant, she still needed the occasional helping hand.
“It was nice seeing the guys from the firehouse. I think Noah got a kick out of it, too.”
Bobby, Kadir and the captain had all shown up for the housewarming. Wyatt thought it was to convince him to stay on after he’d taken the training courses required to start working for the fire marshal. It was great to be wanted, but it also felt good to have a new goal to strive for. Arson investigator had a nice ring to it.
Fiona was nodding. “Kadir is a sweetheart. But I didn’t realize Bobby worked out at your cousin’s gym.”
“Small world.”
“Big family,” Thoreau tossed over his shoulder as he moved around the house, picking up the stray party trash.
“Speaking of big families,” Fiona said, “JD says Joey has already found an apartment. He’ll be moving here for good next week.”
“Poor Carter,” Wyatt said with a snort. “JD’s family is crazier than ours.”
“Debatable,” Thoreau muttered. Wyatt narrowed his eyes, watching the man gather the last of the bottles for recycling.
“Fiona, didn’t you have something to say to Thoreau?”
Fiona opened her eyes and stared at him, tugging her feet off his lap. “No.”
“No? So I didn’t hear you talking to Austen about wanting your next baby to have her bone structure?”
A bottle dropped and rolled across the floor. “What?”
She glared at Wyatt. “Now isn’t the time, honey.”
“It’s the perfect time, babycakes.”
“You’re asking for it, dumpling.”
Thoreau took his favored position on the coffee table so he could be close, reaching for Fiona’s hand. “What’s he talking about?”
She shrugged and shook her head. “Nothing. I just… Well, I was thinking. I’m incredibly healthy. All natural is really working for me, and the Pilates has gotten rid of those twinges I was getting in my back.”
Thoreau nodded. “I know, and that’s great. What does that have to do with Austen’s cheekbones?”
“Your cheekbones. I want to have a baby with those cheekbones.”
Wyatt chuckled. “My gorgeous blue-eyed angels aren’t even born yet, and she’s already shopping for a new baby daddy. Greedy. That’s what she is.”
“Will you stop? It was just a conversation.”
“Sorry.” Not sorry.
He knew how excited Thoreau had been about the pregnancy. When he’d found out they were having twins, he’d been just as happy as Wyatt was. He’d helped decorate their room, and organizational wizard that he was, he was already looking at schools. Wyatt couldn’t ask for anyone better to help him raise his kids right. Thoreau would love them as if they were his own. He already did.
But there was no question Thoreau would also love it that Fiona wanted a child with him. That she’d already thought about it. She was doing that a lot more now. Looking into the future without fear and seeing them. All of them together. And now, instead of running away from complications? She wanted at least one more.
With good cheekbones.
“You see, it started after JD and I were talking to Owen and Jeremy,” Fiona began earnestly. “You know how often they’ve been over here, helping with the house?”
Thoreau nodded. “I remember they were thinking about surrogates.”
She grinned mischievously. “I might have talked them out of that. There’s this boy who comes to Bellamy House that I’ve fallen in love with. I think they could give him a wonderful home. I know he’d be placed with them if that’s what they wanted. It’s a perfect situation for everyone, really.”
Wyatt smiled at her in admiration. “I think that sounds like a great idea. We both know how many kids are out there who could use decent parents.”
She nodded, glancing hesitantly at Thoreau. “There are. So anyway, talking with them got me thinking about kids, which made me think about how much I love being pregnant. And then Austen and Hugo were here, looking gorgeous, and I thought…” She broke off and stuck her tongue out at Wyatt. “You’re getting me in trouble here. You like me pregnant, too. You say it all the time.”
“That’s true.” Fiona’s sexual appetites kept increasing the further along she got. And she definitely had a glow Wyatt found irresistible. But then, he’d never been able to resist her. Not since the first time he saw her with that wild fairy hair and poetry on her skin.
“You thought what?” Thoreau said, smiling tenderly now. “Sure, I’ve got great cheekbones, but Hugo’s dimples aren’t guaranteed, you know.”
“I know.” She took a breath and reached for Wyatt’s hand. “Obviously we have a long time to think about it. A few more months until the twins arrive. Then I’ll need time to recover. There’ll be midnight feedings. I might go crazy and take both of you with me.”
“Then you can go to see your therapist twice a week. Problem solved.”
“Wyatt.”
“I’m helping.”
“Let it go, Wyatt. Maybe he doesn’t wan—”
Thoreau kissed her into silence and Wyatt squeezed her hand. Yeah, he liked the idea, but in his mind, he was probably wondering why they’d skipped all the way to phase twenty-three.
Wyatt got a kick out of surprising their guy.
Their guy?
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nbsp; Yeah. Deal with it.
Fiona moaned, her hand leaving his to glide over his thigh. Had he mentioned pregnancy had done a lot for her appetites? She got to his zipper and he helped her along, pushing down his jeans and boxers so she could wrap her hand around him.
Thoreau lifted his mouth to watch and Fiona winked at Wyatt. “I think it’s time to get this housewarming started.”
He groaned, loving her touch. Loving both their eyes on him. “I thought the party was over.”
“You know better than that. Do you remember whose turn it is?”
Wyatt licked his lips, looking at her through lowered lashes. “If we skipped to my turn, there could be spankings. For everyone.”
Her eyes sparked with desire. Maybe she’d be willing to—“Oh God.”
Did he mention he loved her hands?
“It’s my turn,” she insisted. “And I want to watch Thoreau reenact his favorite college experiment.”
A forbidden thrill raced up Wyatt’s spine, sending all the blood swiftly to his dick. Oh fuck. They hadn’t done this yet. They’d come close but they’d never actually… “Are you sure this is how you want to use your turn?”
Thoreau pushed the table out of the way and was taking off his shirt. It reminded him so much of that first time he’d approached him that Wyatt smiled. “Planning on dropping trou again?”
“You know it.”
Fiona was taking off Wyatt’s shirt as Thoreau stepped out of his boxers. Part of him still couldn’t believe this was happening. That he wanted it to happen.
He stared at Thoreau’s lips. Fuck, he really wanted it. “Your call.”
Wyatt kissed Fiona, slipping his hand beneath her skirt and up her soft thighs with purpose. “We’re not leaving you out, baby.”
“I hoped you’d say that.” She gasped and Wyatt followed her gaze as Thoreau knelt between his thighs.
Fiona was right about the Wayne looks.
Thoreau flashed him a smile, his face strained and hungry.
Jesus, that was hot.
“Freaking out on me again, Finn?”
“Who me? I never lose my cool. Ask the captain. I’m a highly trained—”
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