by Honor James
Chuckling softly he rubbed a hand over her back lightly. “I love you, too, little one. Take a couple more minutes to breathe and then we’ll clean up and get out of here. I’m pretty sure I heard Timmons come in, and I’m almost positive I can smell something cooking.”
“Do you think that maybe he is making steaks?” She loved food, they all knew it. Sadly Clara wasn’t one of those women that picked at her food. She had a hearty appetite and loved it. She grabbed the soap and began to clean her body, rubbing the bar over her arms and then passing it off to him so she could get the shampoo. Once she was finished she was rinsed and leaning against the wall watching him with a silly grin on her face.
“With him who knows. We’ll have to see once we go out there. I have a feeling that he already knew what he was making before he suggested we come here tonight. He’s a bit of a planner if you’ve never noticed.” Grinning at her he set the soap back on the shelf, rinsed off, and then shut off the water. “Let’s get dried off, dressed, and head out to see him.”
“Sounds like a plan.” She got out of the shower ahead of him and pulled one of the warm towels from the towel warmer and began to dry off. She was happy. Yes, there was an underlying fear and sadness, but she was overall happy. Once she was dried off she took Craig’s shirt and put it on, leaning against the wall and watching him move.
He finished drying off, hung up their towels, and shot her a look. “Stealing my clothes now are you? I will want that back at some point so I can leave without getting arrested for public indecency.” Grinning he gave her a wink and pulled his jeans up his legs.
“Oh please, you wouldn’t be arrested for public indecency. Instead women would follow you around like puppies because you are just that hot,” she insisted. Moving from where she was standing she put her hand on his chest and looked up. “Kiss me?”
“Like you even need to ask,” he said softly. His lips curled slowly as he lowered his head until he was kissing her gently. Nipping at her lip lightly he pulled back. “Let’s go find Timmons. I suddenly find I’m starving. Someone put me through a workout.”
“Well a girl has to try you know,” she said with a smirk. “You loved it, admit it.” She had loved that he allowed her to take a bit of control at the beginning, that he had let her toy with his cock. She loved every single part of him.
“I did love it. You nearly had me spilling as soon as you put your mouth on me. Would have been damn well embarrassing to say the least.” Laughing, he hooked an arm around her shoulders and tugged her in closer to him. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “But now I need food, and lots of it.”
“Yes, food.” She wrapped her arm around his middle and walked alongside of him to the kitchen. As soon as she smelled the food she heard her stomach growling again. “Oh god I’m starving. It smells so good.”
“It should, it’s been cooking low and slow since I didn’t know how long you two’d be,” Elliott said. He wiped his hands on a towel before moving to drop a kiss to her lips. “You did remember to clean up after yourselves this time right? Because if I step on another condom like I did in the bedroom two days ago I will seriously lose my cool.”
That was it. That was what as in the back of her mind. She stopped dead in her tracks. She simply looked at Craig with her mouth open slightly. “Uh.” She knew they hadn’t used one. She had felt Craig’s semen as it spilled deep inside of her body. She didn’t speak, she couldn’t. They hadn’t used a condom. She wasn’t on birth control because of bad reactions to the hormones in birth control.
Craig shot her a look. “Don’t worry about it, all good,” he said, likely for Elliott. When he went back to the stove Craig moved closer to her, and lowered his head. “I’m sorry, Clara. I forgot to put on a condom. The chances are slim you’ll get pregnant, at least with me. I have a sperm count so low that I’m classified as close to sterile as one can get. Never did produce it like other guys. But if it happens you know I’ll be here with you,” he whispered. “I’m clean, we all are. We get tested every six months for the insurance we need for the agency. But if you want, I’ll be the one to tell Timmons.”
She shook her head and felt her knees go weak. “No, no worry,” she said quietly and took another deep breath. “I understand, I really do. If you don’t think that it’s a worry, I won’t think that it’s a worry. Just know that no matter what happens I love you, okay?”
Giving her a nod, he tipped her face up to press a kiss to her lips. “I know,” he said softly.
“If you two are done whispering over there, dinner is ready. Grab a plate and come dish up. Salad’s on the table if you need to leave room,” Elliott said. “No need to let any of this get cold, so get a move on, folks.”
She gave Craig a smile that was for him and him alone. Nodding she pulled away from him and headed to the table. “Oh, can you grab me a bottle of water, please?” she asked Craig. “And ranch dressing for the salad since my lovely Elliott forgets that I like ranch dressing instead of French,” she teased her men.
Elliott snagged her arm and pulled her over to the stove where he handed her a plate. “You are not getting served, young lady, dish up your own grub,” he said with a grin. “I also never forget anything about you. I even put it on the table tonight instead of leaving it in the fridge so you could use it as an excuse to boss Yoshi around.”
“Oh come on, you know that you love it when I boss him around.” She leaned into Elliott and rubbed her cheek to his chest. “I need you, Elliott. Always. Thank you for being here for me. For being you. It makes me happy that I’m in this wild world with you.”
He frowned down at her and gave a slow nod. “Of course, sweetheart. Hey, is everything all right?” he asked softly. “You look out of sorts, Clara. Anything you need to talk about, hmm?”
“Not at the moment,” she told him. “We will talk later. For right now we will just deal with having you with me.” She winked at him and pulled back so that she could start to dish up her food first because she knew that they wouldn’t eat until she had her food.
“Sounds like a good plan,” he told her. Elliott handed a plate to Craig and both of them waited for her to take her pick from the pork chops, mashed potatoes, baby carrots, gravy, and sauce for the chops. Once she’d done her dance back and forth between the pots and pans they started to dish up while she went to the table.
She added salad to her salad dish and covered it in ranch dressing. Once that was done she leaned back and waited for both men to join her. Before they began to eat she looked to Elliott. “We forgot the condom.” There, she said it. “I will admit, it’s my fault. I was so focused on having Craig inside of me that I wanted to drive him crazy and did so with an epic blowjob.” There. She let out a breath and smiled. “So that’s what we were whispering about.” She would never keep anything from Elliott. She had just needed her own moment to gather herself to tell him.
“If it’s anyone’s fault it’s mine,” Craig said. “I was in control of the moment and should have damn well remembered.”
Elliott was shooting looks between the two of them. When neither said anything else, he nodded and gave a shrug. “Okay,” he said. “Eat before it gets cold,” he said, waving his fork at their plates before he started on his own.
“It wasn’t your fault,” she muttered and shot Craig a look. “However, I will share the blame with you. Now, eat,” she said with a grin. “After the workout that you gave me, I darn tootin’ well need the food.” She was hungry, but then again she always was hungry.
Craig gave her a glower before he started to eat his own meal. Over the course of the meal the conversation was light and filled with laughter. Once the plates were cleared away, and Craig was starting on the first round of dishes, Elliott got their dessert out and plated while the coffee brewed.
It was nice to have her men so close to her. To be able to know that these men loved her as much as they did. It was nice. “I’m happy. Just so that you both know it. I’m happy because I have
you both in my life. We are good, right? All of us?”
“Of course we are, Clara,” Craig said. Elliott was in the midst of licking the knife he’d been using to cut the cake so he only gave her a wide-eyed look followed by a grin once he moved the blade.
“You don’t have to worry so much, sweetheart. We’re perfectly fine,” Elliott told her.
“Good.” She leaned back and sighed. “Have you been able to start the facial recognition on the two women in question?” she asked Elliott. “Or did you just come home and start on food for us?”
“Yes, and yes.” He carried the small plates of the cake to the table and put one down in each spot. “I started it up and running before I left the office, and then checked in on it when I got back here. I’m going to have to babysit it a little, adjusting things as it goes since it was kicking out a lot of possibilities. The identified ones I’ll just run through the super filter that I have, and from there it will be down to a visual check as well as some more complicated math. Hopefully by that time I’m back in the office so I can use the big computer for that step. I doubt my home system will like having to strain with the program. It’s a big, complicated bitch but it works well. Once I narrow it down. Currently I only have it running for certain height, and weight range, and in the two cities where they were supposedly relocated to. Then I’ll run all those possibilities through the big bad program. Only on a signed off job am I permitted to unleash it in big brother style. For this one I have to be a little more circumspect.”
“I’m sure that we could get you permission if we needed to. If all else fails I will fudge the paperwork and get it for you.” She could do that. She was very damn good but he kept forgetting that fact. “Whatever it takes we will get through this, right?”
“No need to do anything illegal, sweetheart. This will work just fine, a bit slower, but I need very little sleep so it really won’t be all that delayed.” Winking at her, he went back to the counter to pour coffee. “Do you want a cup, love? Or did you want some milk instead.”
“Milk, please,” she told him with a grin. “With cake and cookies, one needs milk. Lots of milk.” She shifted slightly in her seat and frowned. “Will you stay awake with me tonight?” She hoped.
He nodded and then brought the two coffees and her milk to the table. “I’ll be up for quite a while. Figure I’ll catch a nap around midnight for a couple hours, and then I’ll be back up four hours later.”
“You will sleep well later, once this is done right? You will not work yourself into the ground Elliott Timmons. I will sic Craig on you and we both know that he will happily beat your ass for me.” She didn’t know if he would or not, but it sounded like a good idea to her.
“Oh he will, will he?” Elliott asked, turning a look toward Craig.
“Hell no,” Craig muttered. “He could wipe me off the face of the planet, electronically I mean. Or turn me into the most wanted man on the planet in barely a couple of keystrokes. No way am I doing anything to piss off a guy that can do that to me.”
“I would make you the most wanted man myself,” she said with a grin. “Not in the way that you are talking about. I would make you the most desired man alive.” She winked at Craig as she spoke. “However, I won’t do that to you. I will instead just take care of Elliott on my own.” In her own way she hoped. “Enough talk about this. Instead let’s talk about us. I don’t like us all living apart. What would you boys say about me moving in with one or both of you?” Yes, it was fast, but the truth was she knew how much she needed these men and that was what was important.
“Not a bad idea, but we’ll have to get something that’s big enough for us all. Between what Timmons has in his office here alone, and what I know he has on his wish list, we’d need a large chunk of space just for that. Plus with three of us living together we’ll need space period, and a bit just for us so we don’t drive one another insane.” Craig looked to her as he wiped down the counters. “I’m sure you’d like a spot for you to do your own thing, and I’ll need a space for my martial arts, so maybe getting a house is the best plan.”
“You are taking this far better than I thought you would,” Clara admitted. “Yes, I would need my own space for my computers. I don’t think that Elliott would like to learn exactly what it is that I get up to. And I would love to watch you as you do your martial arts. You move so fluidly that it amazes me.” He moved in a way that fascinated her and made her want to learn more, touch more. It made her want to have him using those moves on her just to pull her closer.
“He tends to go with the flow,” Elliott said. “But I admit, it is a good idea. He is right that I want to beef up my toys a bit more. With a house I could work on the room so that it was all climate controlled to keep the computers cool and dust free. Wouldn’t be immediate that’s for sure, but wouldn’t be a bad plan overall.”
“A clean room for the computers, that’s actually a pretty brilliant idea. I would like one as well. And a dedicated line for each of our computers, that would be good, right?” She was already starting to think about a home for all of them. “I meant both of you by the way, you are both taking this better than I expected. I figured that you would each be a little gun shy because I want to live with you the two of you.”
“Why would we be gun shy? We happen to love you, Clara. And this is what you want, what will make you happy, and will help us all to grow closer to one another. But you only get one closet in total for all your clothes and shoes. If it invades even one of ours we get to decide what to do with what’s invaded the space. Fire, drowning, giving it away to the first person we see on the street.” Elliott smiled at her slightly. “Don’t think I’m even remotely joking, woman.”
“Then my closet needs to be as big as a bedroom because you both know how much I love to shop.” She had a serious hankering for shoes especially. She knew just how weird that was since she came from virtually nothing but she loved shoes. “I’m not even kidding. I need a massive closet.” She didn’t touch the idea that they might give her stuff away, or burn it or whatever.
“In this city, not happening,” Craig said. “What we should do is build a house. Buy a lot of land, and then construct whatever we want. Then you can have the closet you want, within limits, though. You are not getting half the damn house for all your shoes. You will just need to downsize a little on your shopping needs. We can design everything else we want as we want it, and it’ll be much easier than remodeling with the codes the city has on such things.”
She pouted just a little but relented. “Okay,” she grumbled. “However, I do want a large space for my closet please. We will find a good architect to help us draw up what we want in our home. Thankfully we are in no hurry, so that’s good, right?”
“It’ll probably take a year once we have the property, the architect, and everything else in place. Until then we need to decide what to do about the living situation. Do we find a place in town to buy that we can rent out later? Do we rent one place for a year? Or do we stay where we all are for the time being?” Elliott asked her.
“I think that the smartest thing would be to stay where we are for right now. It will give me time to sell my house as well, so that’s a good thing. Then we will figure out what you want to do with your homes as well. Right?” And it would give them time to think about if they wanted children or not, if they wanted to build a nursery as well.
“We both rent,” Craig said to her. He finally joined them at the table and took a drink of the coffee before his plate. “So we just have to give notice. I wouldn’t worry about selling your place until we’re close to completion on the house. Depending on when we give the notice for our places we’ll be locked in and may need to crash on your bed with you if things run behind at the site.”
“Oh I love the idea of both of you crashing with me.” She reached out and put her hand on his hand. “I love it when you both snuggle up with me. It makes me all kinds of happy.” She loved being able to snuggle between her men, lot
s. “What about children?” she asked out of the blue. “Do you ever want children, either of you?”
Elliott looked to Craig who shrugged. “She knows my situation. The odds of me having a child are between overly slim to none,” Craig said. “While there is always a remote possibility, it isn’t even on my radar.”
“For me personally I’ve never really considered it. While I like the idea of having a little version of me unleashed on the world, I also worry a bit. You of all people know what I was like as a kid,” he said then laughed softly. “Imagine a kid with both our tech smarts, and all our other less wondrous traits?”
“Oh goodness gracious. Yeah, maybe we aren’t meant to have children.” That was a slightly terrifying thought, a child as smart as them. “Then again, the child would have Craig as a dad as well and he’s so mellow that he would smooth out the weirdness of the two of us, right?”
“You may have a point there. Though I think it would definitely test even his seemingly limitless patience. Hell, I’ve managed to test his patience on more than one occasion.” Elliott wiggled his brows. “He even thought about shooting me once or twice.”
“Oh come on now, he would never think about shooting me.” Well, she hoped. “He kisses the breath out of me, though, or he will get started with that voice that makes my pussy weep and knees weak and I will do anything he wants me to.” Both men had that voice down to a science.
“No, he’d never shoot you. Me he seems to occasionally waver on,” Elliott said with a laugh. “It’s nothing we have to worry about immediately. We can all mull the idea of a bunch of super smart little brats running around for a time, and then make a decision later. We have the time after all. Plus I’d like to enjoy life with just us for a while, especially if we’re going to be building a house, melding the households together, and all that’s involved with that.”
