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Kerrington

She gave us a name. Neither one of us pounced into action immediately, like I’m sure she assumed we would. Nah. That motherfucker can wait a little longer. We’re going to give our girl all the comfort and attention she craves for however long she wants it today.

Landon’s currently loving life, with our Duchess in his lap, and they’re online shopping.

I’m in the shower, hoping the icy water will cool my burning anger.

Newsflash: It doesn’t.

Funny, it’s usually Landon who loses his temper and I’m normally the calm one in bad situations. But knowing there’s some lowlife, piece of shit, cocksucker out there threatening our girl, in any capacity, has me seeing red.

So yeah, I looked up the name she gave me and already have his address, social security number, workplace, as well as license plate and fucking credit card numbers.

I’d love to take the highroad and destroy his life from the inside out, but that’s not punishment enough. He needs a lesson in manners. In person.

Drying off, I can’t keep my thoughts straight. How do other people distract themselves from their problems? When I have an issue, it’s all I obsess over until it’s solved.

So, I dry off and get dressed and join my little family with a fake ass smile on my face and pretend I’m not plotting murder.

Landon looks over at me first, reading my body language like a book, and tenses. “You good?”

“Never better.”

He knows I’m lying, and I don’t give a fuck. I want Nicole out of New York for good. I want her with us forever. And if she’s going to keep her role in the Greystone business and go work overseas, then I guess we’re all packing up and moving.

“Do you really want to move to Japan?”

Nicole’s brow lifts to her hairline. “Why?”

“Because if so, I need to work on getting us visas.”

The relief on Landon’s face tells me he’s been thinking the same thing. “I meant what I said, Nicole. You’re not leaving us again.”

Do I sound like a possessive prick? Probably. Do I give a fuck? No.

“You’d move to Japan with me?”

“We’d move to Mars with you,” Landon answers for us both. He’s not wrong .

“Is that a problem?”

Her shiftiness makes my hands ball into fists. If she denies us this, I don’t know how I’ll handle it.

Landon senses it too, and his tone changes slightly. “Nicole?”

She visibly gulps like her throat’s too tight or something. “I think maybe we should hold off on that for now.”

The woman might as well have cut my chest open with a spoon, scooped my heart out, and tossed it over the balcony like she did her fucking cell phone.

“I’m not stalling for reasons you’re both probably thinking, so relax.”

Relax? Fuck that. “This isn’t a light subject like what movie we’re going to see tonight. This is our future and your safety we’re talking about.”

She bites her bottom lip and slides off Landon’s lap. “I’m just saying Japan is far.”

“The two feet you just moved away from me is too far.” Landon’s annoyance is obvious.

I agree with him.

Christ, since when did we become complete cave men? This level of possessiveness and protectiveness is over the top, even for us. Then again, is there such a thing as over the top when it involves someone you love?

“What do you want, Nicole?” Leave it to Landon to not beat around the bush. “Just fucking say it so we can all get on the same page.”

Wow. That was… brutally to the point. I love him for that.

“It’s not that simple.”

“Yes, it is,” we say at the same time.

She gawks at us for a full count of five, then closes her gaping mouth. “What if what I want isn’t what you want?”

“Try us,” I say. Because I bet she’d faint if she knew what I truly want for the three of us. Landon might be on the floor with her for all I know.

“I’ll sound like a gold digger,” she fusses, crossing her arms.

“Honey, there’s no such thing as a gold digger. A woman is either in someone’s price range or she isn’t. And Kerr and I have big bank accounts.”

She huffs a little laugh and rolls her eyes. Of course, our money wouldn’t impress her. She’s probably got double what we have. Only she’s not allowed to touch it unless she falls in line with her family’s expectations.

Is that her hang up? “Do you not want to be with us because you’re afraid you’ll be cut off from your accounts?”

Nicole flinches. “I hate that you’d even ask me that.” She stands up and storms away from us, but I catch her arm, stopping her. “Then what is it?”

“You’re going to think less of me if I say.”

“Woman…” I force myself to take in a few steady, calming breaths and remind myself that she may know a lot about us, but there’s still a lot left to learn, too. “Do not presume to know everything about me or Landon.”

She deflates a little, understanding how insulting that was of her. “Sorry. You’re right. It’s just my own insecurities running amuck.” Letting out a long exhale, she rolls her shoulders back and deadpans me. “I don’t want to work for my family anymore. I don’t want to work at all. I want to live in a little house with a little pool and mow my lawn and shop for my own groceries.”

My heart clogs my throat.

Landon leans forward, and I’d bet a million bucks his mouth is hanging open.

“I want babies. And join that thing that parents go to at the school to bring cupcakes and fundraisers and stuff.”

“PTA,” Landon says in a gruff voice.

“Yeah. That. And I want to just… be.”

“What does just be mean exactly?” My body coils so tight, it hurts to breathe. Everything this woman wants is exactly what I’ve fantasied about for nearly half my motherfucking life.

“I want to just be me. I don’t even know what that means yet, but I haven’t been me anywhere else except when I’m with you two.” Her hands fall to her sides and shoulders droop. “I want to wait at home for you and have dinner waiting at the table. I want to scrub my own stupid toilets. I want to chase our babies around the house with nerf guns and read them bedtime stories.”

Landon clears his throat. “And… how does any of this make you a gold digger, exactly?”

“Because I’ll have earned none of it!” she says exasperatingly. “I’ll just be a kept woman.”

“A kept woman,” Landon repeats, his gaze slowly swinging to mine. “Do you hear this, Kerr?”

“Ugh!” Nicole stomps her foot. “I’m serious!”

My mind is fucking blown. “Why would we look down on you for this?”

“Because!” She tosses her hands up like we’re idiots who can’t understand.

Maybe we are.

“So, you’re saying you want us to take care of you?” I prowl closer to her.

“I’m saying I want—”

I smash my mouth to hers. Our girl’s fingers trace up my back and bury into my wet hair. Tongues dueling, I conquer her easily and love how she submits to me.

Spinning her around, I make her face Landon while I kiss her shoulder and neck, cupping her breasts roughly. She moans against me, leaning back and arching into my touch.

“You don’t earn the right to be taken care of by us.” Landon closes in like a tiger. “We earn the right to take care of you, Duchess. ”

She groans when he puts his hands and mouth on her, too. We smother her together. Sandwich her. Worship and adore her.

He unties her robe while I pull it off her shoulders and let it fall to our feet.

“And we’d be the luckiest motherfuckers in the world if we got to come home to you every night.” Landon runs his hands through her hair, bringing her in for a kiss.

“And wake up to you every morning.” Tracing my hand down her back, I get on my knees.

“God. the thought of you carrying our babies…” Landon sinks to his knees too.

“Filling you with our cum and keeping you in bed for days at a time.” I bite her ass cheek playfully. “Watching you grow round with each pregnancy.”

“Fuuuuuck.” Landon places his hands over mine and we touch her together. Nicole’s so keyed up, she’s practically vibrating.

I think we just discovered a possible breeding kink between us.

“I won’t have any money,” she says in a rush. “I’ll be cut off if we do this.”

“What part of we have big bank accounts are you not listening to, Duchess?”

“But that’s your money. Not mine,” she claps back at Landon.

“Have we not made it crystal clear that we are into sharing?” I sink my hand between her thighs, finding her wet. “Money, pussy, cock, time, baths. We share it all.”

“You can spend every dime we make, sweetheart.” Landon looks up at her with this big fucking smile on his face. “And have anything else you want from us.”

“But…”

“Shut up,” he growls, just before burying his face in her pussy.

Nicole stumbles back, leaning into me for balance. I lift her slightly, giving my man better access to her. “And since we’re in a wish granting mood, tell us what else you want, baby.”