And she’ll take our kid with her.
“Yes. Let’s do this.”
“You can marry one of us, Cheyenne,” I rephrase.
Cheyenne’s eyes widen. She plops down on the coffee table behind her and stares straight ahead, as though the shock of it all drains her of energy.
I lean back on the couch and take her hand in mine. “Move in here with us. Be our wife. I’m not exactly sure of all the details, but this can work.”
She gulps. “I can’t marry you both.”
“Maybe not on paper,” Nash says, sitting next to me and taking her other hand. “But we can make this work, somehow. We can have a ceremony with just you and Clay. Or you and me. It’s no one’s business that you’ll belong to us both.”
Her eyes rapidly flick between the two of us. “Why now? I’ll just come straight out and tell you that I don’t feel right about this…about y’all proposing off-the-cuff like this, and just because I’m pregnant.”
I grip my hand tighter around hers. “We came back here before we knew you were pregnant. We already aimed to get you back. It ain’t no crime to want to be in our kid’s life too.”
Cheyenne’s chin trembles. A tear rolls down one cheek. “I don’t know…”
Nash starts to pace around the room like a caged animal. “You being here with us… that’s what matters.”
Another tear falls from her eye, and her body tenses. “This all feels so sudden…so forced.”
I lift her hand to my mouth and press my lips to her skin. She needs to remember what our touch used to mean to her. For a split second, I start to hate the fact that I’ve never been enough of a smooth talker to tell her all the right things. “We’re not letting you get away, Cheyenne McGee.”
“Not a chance,” Nash adds.
“I…can’t,” she shouts back to us. “I won’t.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I won’t do that to my unborn child. You’re doing this for all the wrong reasons. I don’t want a shotgun wedding, least of all with two men who had no problem leaving me behind once before.”
She covers her face with her hands and fiercely shakes her head. Her fingers drop away and she looks at us with a new coldness in her eyes. “Please, just let it be. Don’t follow me… I need time to think,” she says in a hushed breath.
She pushes past us and whips the front door open so forcefully that it hits the wall with a bang.
I run onto the porch, trying to stop her. She can’t do this alone. I can’t just let her leave her with my kid. If it’s mine. Even if it’s Nash who bred her, she belongs with us.
“Cheyenne!” I shout, but she doesn’t answer, and Nash grips my shoulder to stop me from doing something stupid.
“Give her some time,” he says as the night sucks her away.
21
Cheyenne
“This might be a little cold.” Doctor Stephens squeezes a tube and cool jelly squirts across my abdomen.
I raise my arm up and lay it under my head and force myself to smile. “No problem.”
I’m getting good at smiling when I don’t mean it. It’s better than the alternative.
I cried on my way home from Clay’s last night, but that covers it. I’m done with the tears. Each day brings me closer to becoming a mother. Soon everything will change. I need to work on toughening up now.
It’s hard when I’m at my very first OB-GYN appointment all by myself. This should be one of the most exciting days in a woman’s life, but right now, I’m working my butt off to not become an emotional mess.
Seeing the other women in the waiting room with loving husbands by their sides didn’t help my state. I knew I would be going this alone, but walking through the doors of the family health clinic made it all too real.
My mom would have come with if I asked her to, but I still haven’t gotten the guts together to tell her about the pregnancy.
For now, it’s just me.
Doctor Stephens gives me a smile and messes with a piece of equipment. She’s a nice woman with gray hair and creases alongside her eyes. She’s probably delivered tons of babies. I’m lucky to have her as my doctor.
“Are you excited?” she asks, smiling wide. “We’re going to hear your baby’s heartbeat for the very first time!”
My stomach flutters, and for the first time I really am excited. I nod and adjust my weight in the reclined exam table. Doctor Stephens presses the small device in her hands against my stomach. Muffled shouting comes from out in the hallway and she stops what she’s doing to look at the door.
I follow suit, craning my neck to see what’s going on in the main area of the clinic.
“Just try again!” a familiar male voice says.
I bolt up into sitting and pull my shirt down over my tummy.
“I’m sorry,” Doctor Stephens says. “It appears something is going on...”
The door flies open. Nash strides into the exam room. Clay quickly follows.
“Excuse me,” Doctor Stephens firmly says. “This is a private room. You’re going to have to leave.”
“I’m the father,” Nash responds. Both his and Clay’s eyes fly to mine.
Doctor Stephens puts a protective hand on my shoulder. “Cheyenne?”
“I...” I try to speak, but my throat seals shut, letting out only a raspy set of incoherent sounds.
Clay and Nash stare at me, their gazes determined and pleading.
I can’t take it anymore. Pushing them away is exhausting. And how did they find me? I didn’t tell them who my doctor is or the time of my appointment today.
Yet they’re still here. I pushed them away and they came back.
I look at Doctor Stephens. “Can I get a moment alone with them?”
She glances nervously at them. They’re like two broad walls of men blocking the door, so the tentative expression on her face is more than warranted. “Yes,” she slowly says. “I’ll wait right in the hallway.”
The door closes behind her with a click.
“How did you find me?” I ask.
“You told us your doctor’s appointment was today,” Clay explains.
“But I didn’t tell you where.”
“There aren’t that many clinics around Powell and the Town of Cody.”
My lips twist into a smile. “You’re saying you just drove around looking for me?”
They glance at each other.
“We meant what we said,” Nash says. “You’re ours, Cheyenne. This baby is ours. We’re not going anywhere.”
They want me. They want this baby. They told me before, and aren’t giving up. They mean it. It’s clear to me now as more tears fill my eyes. I wipe them away before they fall. Will I be this emotional for the full term of this pregnancy?
Nash quickly steps up to the side of the examination table. His hand lands against the back of my neck, and I melt against the touch. Clay joins him, pressing his legs against the exam table. All my resolve to push them away melts.
“Nothing could make us miss this,” Clay says. He cups my chin and turns my face towards his.
Nash releases my neck. “And nothing can stop us from this.” He stands back and pulls a small box from his pocket. Holding it level in front of my face, he opens it up.
All the air gets sucked out of my lungs. The diamond ring inside the velvet-lined box sparkles up at me. “Oh my goodness…” I barely manage to get out.
“We weren’t prepared last time, but we’re ready to do this the right way… with a ring,” Clay explains.
Nash takes the ring from the box while Clay lifts my hand. They slip the silver band onto my ring finger. It nestles perfectly there.
“A ring… oh my God! An engagement ring?” I stare up at them in confusion. “I don’t…know…I…oh my goodness.”
“We’re marrying you, Cheyenne,” Nash rumbles. “All you need to do is say yes. To us as a family. It’s a little different, but it can work. You, me, Clay, and the baby. We’ll share
you.”
“I can only marry one man,” I say, and feel like an idiot the moments it escapes my lips. “It probably has to be just one of you.”
Clay wraps strong fingers around my right hand. “Nash and I talked about it. You and Nash can be at the altar. Like we said before, we don’t much care about what people think, but we understand it makes more sense not to break any state laws. So, on paper, the world can believe he’s your husband.”
Nash interrupts with a grin. “Mainly because I’ve got a decent reputation around here.”
“Because they don’t know how bad it is, you mean, right?” Clay jokes, but becomes solemn again as he turns to me and adds, “You’ll belong to us both.”
All the welled-up tears spill from my eyes and down my cheek. “I can’t believe this…I wish I could tell you what this means to me,” I say shakily between shallow inhales of air that I can’t begin to control.
Nash winds his fingers through my hair. “Believe it. And say yes.”
“Yes! I will…I do! I’ve been yours since forever, Clay.” I turn to Nash. “And I love you beyond words, Nash. Yes. I’ll marry you.”
Clay leans forward, and his lips press into mine, welcoming and familiar, yet full of promise and heated excitement. I kiss him with everything I have. He breaks his mouth away from mine and Nash turns my face to his. I run my tongue across his teeth. My heart pounds away and soars into the clouds.
Engaged.
Clay steps away from me and goes to the door. “Let’s get your doctor back in here so we can get out of here. I hate hospitals. And clinics. And doctors.”
I choke out a mix of a happy sob and a laugh. “Okay.”
Doctor Stephens comes back in and warily looks between the three of us.
“They can stay,” I tell her. “They’re my dearest friends.”
She slowly nods. “And who’s the father?”
I should have expected that question, but I honestly don’t have an appropriate answer.
“It don’t matter,” Clay announces to her. “We’re here for Cheyenne and the baby.”
Nash eyes briefly bunch together and he quickly regains composure. “Right,” he tells Doctor Stephens. “Emotional support. That’s us. And you’ll probably see one or both of us all the other times Cheyenne has to be here too.”
“I’d like for both of them to stay,” I insist.
“As long as it’s what you want,” she says.
I lean back on the exam table and lift my shirt. Clay and Nash each take one of my hands and Doctor Stephens runs the device back over my belly.
For a second, it’s silent in the room. They both seem to hold their breaths as we wait.
The doctor presses a button on the keyboard beside the monitoring equipment, and a rhythmic pounding breaks the quiet.
“Here we go,” Doctor Stephens says. “We’ve got a heartbeat.”
The little heart pounds away.
This little life is mine, Clay’s and Nash’s. It’s ours.
It’s perfect.
22
Nash
I kick the front door closed behind us and catch Cheyenne in my arms. Her hands hook around my neck and her mouth hits mine. As I part her lips with my tongue and run it across her teeth, I can’t help but want to make this moment last. It’s one of those points where I’d like to freeze time. At the very least I’ll file at the top of my best memories. She’s mine. Well, she’s ours, just the way Clay and I like it. But it’s more than that. We’re making it official.
We’re getting married.
I never thought something like getting hitched was in the cards for me, but here we are, heading to the altar. I’m about to have a family of my own.
And no one has a shotgun to my head.
I’m impressed.
Cheyenne breaks away from me to give Clay a kiss before we leave. I toss my keys on the side table and throw my hat down next to them. Cheyenne starts walking away down the hall but I grab her and spin her around. She falls against me with a yelp.
I lift her off the ground, and smile into our kiss as her legs wrap around me. Kissing her firmly, I walk sideways across the hallway. The downstairs bedroom, now my own, waits for us.
Lowering her gently on the bed, I stretch out beside her. She’s carrying our child, so we can’t be too rough with her.
Cheyenne smiles up at me. “I’m fine,” she says. “I’m not delicate.”
I pull her close, cradling her back. “Yes, you are.”
“Y’all are gonna spoil me rotten.”
“Absolutely.” I prop my head up on my elbow. “When will we know if it’s a girl or a boy?”
“My next appointment, I think.” she smiles. “But I’d like to find out sooner.”
“We’ll find out when it’s time. One of us will go with you for sure,” Clay says.
“Sounds good.”
He settles on her other side and runs a hand across her stomach.
Cheyenne’s cheeks start to redden. “I adore you both, you know that? I should have told you months ago, but I couldn’t. I wasn’t sure… I thought...”
I run my thumb across her cheek. “We love you too. You’re ours, Cheyenne.”
“The baby too,” Clay adds.
Her eyes sparkle. “I’m so glad. I just want to feel you. Hold me. Take me. I don’t care how. Just touch me.”
Clay turns her sideways to face him. He covers her mouth with his and gives her a long kiss. Soft moans leave her and her arm falls over him.
I run my hands up and down her back. Her shirt bunches beneath my fingers. Rolling her pants down, I slip them off of her. Clay takes care of her top.
We swiftly tug her bra and panties off and throw them to the floor. Soft mounds of flesh press against my dick and bulge under my palms. Everywhere I touch Cheyenne there’s a delicious curve.
She’s fully naked, pressed between us and with goosebumps dotted across her skin. My fingers glide over her full hips and slip between her thighs. They push against her smooth clit and she gives a raw, guttural moan.
I suck on the back of her neck while I play with her. Her hips jerk and she arches her back to grind her ass into my crotch. The friction against my jeans makes my dick grow hard. It pounds in my pants, hungry for what it has gone months without.
I push two fingers inside of Cheyenne and feel for her ridged spot. Finding it, I stroke it rapidly. Her muscles clamp around my fingers. She kisses Clay, mouths parted as she groans her pleasure into his throat. The sound and the moment are so intense that my balls constrict. Pressure fills them and sends a painfully needy ache of all-consuming craving through me. I drive my fingers deeper into her. Each noise she makes creates more delicious pain for me.
Tremors shake Cheyenne’s body. She bursts from an orgasm, coating my fingers with her sweet cum.
I pull my fingers out of her and swivel my hand across her tits. They’re heavy and ripe. They roll underneath my palm, the soft feel of them making my dick tingle.
Clay sits up and starts taking his clothes off. I turn Cheyenne to face me for a kiss. She twists my shirt in her hands and takes my mouth with a hunger.
I break the kiss to strip off my shirt and pants, which I throw mindlessly off the edge of the bed to the floor. My boxers twist around my legs as I yank them off. With a sharp tug, I finally get them off. My cock is already pulsating, hard and ready, pointed in Cheyenne’s direction as I lean on my side and run my palm down her leg.
Clay grabs Cheyenne’s hips and pulls her towards him. He drops his face between her legs. His tongue darts out and teases her bud. Cheyenne closes her eyes and rolls her head to the side.
I rise up on my knees and let my hands roam across Cheyenne’s torso. Her eyes open half way and she reaches for my dick. She gives it the slightest tug, urging me closer.
I straddle her face and lower myself over her. Her plump lips slip around my dick. I push in, running my shaft along the length of her tongue. I grab the headboard tight and jam myself de
eper into her mouth.
Soft vibrations strike my dick. She’s moaning as Clay eats her out. Muffled groans fill the room, each of them rising with my pleasure level.
My cock stiffens against the top of her throat. I close my eyes and thrust my hips against her face. Cheyenne takes me all the way in, greedily slurping my full length. Soft lips graze against my balls. A shudder ripples through me.
My heart rate picks up, filling my ears with its pounding. My head grows dizzy and I feel like I’m about to fall over. I pull out of Cheyenne’s mouth and settle next to her.
Clay backs out from between her legs and grabs his dick. Cheyenne gazes up at him, her arms and legs splayed to the side. She watches, waiting for whatever comes next. She’s innocent, precious… and fully ours.
“Let’s tie her up,” I say.
Cheyenne’s eyes go wide but she doesn’t object. I jump from the bed and look for something appropriate. Finding a tie I never wear, I take her hands and lock them together over her head. Then, a better idea comes to mind. I wrap the tie around just one wrist, and attach the other end of it to one of the posts in the headboard.
“Perfect,” I moan.
Clay pushes her legs wide open and settles between them. He bites his lip and gazes down at her.
“Top or bottom?” he asks me.
I’m tense and wound up in anticipation. “I don’t fucking know.”
Clay climbs underneath her. He settles his hips under hers and holds her against his chest. His dick bulges against her ass.
Reaching around her hips, he runs his thumb over her clit and strokes it. I stroke myself as she writhes into his touch, folds parting and pulsating its invitation. Clay grinds his cock between her ass cheeks. Her knees part and fall to the bed, opening her wide. Fuck, I can take her just like this.
I position myself between Cheyenne’s legs and grip her knees. She lifts her head off the bed, eyes fixated on my engorged cock. She’s wild and disheveled with her hair fanned around her face on the pillow, cheekbones pink and eyes half-lidded. It’s the hottest thing ever.
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