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Chapter Five

Chester

I have a plan. Since we are no closer to any answers about the babies and what the fuck Mr Z has created, we need to get our minds off anything and everything Olympia.

Not just that, though. Anytime someone touches Jolie or even looks in her direction, I lose it. While I don’t know how to control it, distractions are always good, and I have planned out the entire day. I even went and purchased some damn puke bags. Jolie’s morning sickness has been getting better, but I made sure I thought of everything.

As I walk into the kitchen, Petra smiles at me. I ran my idea past her last night, and she was more than happy to help.

“Just the man I was looking for,” she chirps.

“I don’t have many ladies telling me that when I walk in the room,” I laugh, and even at her age, she blushes. Petra has been around for as long as I can remember—she is like a grandmother to us all.

“There are four picnic baskets, two coolers, and I have packed you all towels and blankets. I also sent you the link for the rock pools and about ten minutes away from there is the best milkshake place. I have known Mrs Watson for years, and she can pick your flavour just from looking at you.”

“You’re the best,” I tell her. If I was a hugger, I would give her one right now, but she knows me well enough to understand that conversing with her is as friendly as I get.

My phone starts playing “Nutz on ya Chin” by Eazy E. Fucking Kai and his stupidity.

“Are you going to answer that or just crush it in your hand?”

I blink through my annoyance and look down at the phone I’m practically squeezing. My cousin’s name flashes across the screen.

“Hey Scar,” I say, answering the call. “Any luck getting your mum on board to help us?”

“Unfortunately not, but I have managed to find some of her old research, which could be of use to us. It’s from your team and how they approached learning what you were capable of. You probably have access to that, but these are her personal notes, and there may be something we have missed.”

“At least it’s something—it’s driving me fucking crazy not knowing. Have you considered my job offer yet?” I ask her. I want her to come and work for us; she might be young, but she has potential.

“I really don’t know. It’s a huge move. You know when Mum left Olympia, she relocated halfway across the country to get away, so me coming back would be a huge kick in the guts.”

“She does know we killed that fucker, right?”

“It’s the principle to her. She didn’t agree with how much he would push his subjects, and until she has solid proof that will no longer happen, I don’t think she’ll be okay with it.”

“You’re twenty-one, Scar—an adult. This is a good opportunity to have your education taken care of and to get paid what someone ten years your senior is earning. I wouldn’t put my ass on the line for just anyone.”

The line goes silent for a few seconds. “I know, and I am weighing up my options. How is Jolie?”

“Stunning as ever, even when her head is halfway down the toilet bowl. My chest gets warm every time I lock eyes with her.”

“Awe, little chestnut is in love,” she teases, and I grind my teeth.

“Don’t fucking call me that,” I seethe, and she just laughs at me. The bitch. “I have to go, but hurry and get your ass down here. You know I need someone I trust helping me with this shit.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to Mum about it tonight and get back to you. TTYL.”

“Yeah, bye.”

I end the call and pocket my phone. Petra left the room while I was on my call, and now I have to round up everyone.

I grab a pot and a wooden spoon with a devilish grin on my face. Time to wake these fuckers up. I make my way to Jolie first and gently shake her. She groans and rolls over to face me.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, her sleepy eyes blinking open to look up at me.

“Nothing, I have a surprise, and it’s time to get up before I wake the bozos up.”

She nods and flicks her blanket off before throwing her legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll have a shower to help wake up. Is there a dress code?”

“Just a bikini would be nice,” I say, waggling my eyebrows at her.

“Is it hot outside?” she asks, and I shrug. It’s the middle of summer so I’m presuming so.

She stands and pushes up on her tippy toes, placing a kiss on my lips. I deepen the kiss, not giving a fuck about morning breath. She could not brush her teeth for a year, and I would still kiss the shit out of her. A growl vibrates in my throat, and I pull myself away.

“If you keep doing that, there will be no surprise for you... unless the tent in my pants surprises you.”

She giggles and pulls one of Marlow’s oversized shirts over her head, leaving her standing before me in just a very small pair of underwear.

I bite my finger and use all my restraint to not grab her by the hair and force her to her knees. Nope, not today, Little Angel. “Meet me downstairs.”

“Okay,” she throws over her shoulder while I leave her to shower.

I grab the pot and wooden spoon that I left by her door and go in search of the others, whacking the pan the entire way. Brennan is the first to appear—fully dressed—more relaxed today since it’s his day off, but still overdressed for where we are going. He raises a brow at me and smiles. Brennan would have been up with the birds.

“Get changed. We are going on a group date, and board shorts are the dress code.”

He goes to say something, but before he gets a word out, I give him a pointed look. He just nods, and I manage to find the guys one by one.

Boston storms out into the hallway, his hair sticking up everywhere and in just a pair of boxer briefs.

“We are leaving as soon as Jolie is dressed—be in the kitchen or get left behind. Wear board shorts.” I turn my back on him and go to hunt down the last man sleeping.

Kai is still unaware of the noises around him and sleeps like the dead. House fire, intruders—it doesn’t matter. He isn’t the man that will get you out; he will be the body they find, having slept through the entire thing.

I beat on the pot and yell, “Wakey-wakey, hands off snaky.”

“Fuck off unless your hands are going to touch my snaky,” he grumbles.

“Fine. Miss out on Jolie in a tiny bikini, while the rest of us spend the day touching her perfect tanned skin.”

He sits up dead straight, his eyes still closed. “Fuck you losers, I’m in.” Then he shuffles to the end of the bed and stands, rubbing his eyes.

“Get dressed and meet us down in the kitchen.”

I leave him to get ready and head back to the kitchen. Brennan has the coffee machine on and pours himself a cup.

I load up my arms with all the baskets and take them to my car. On my way back into the house, Brennan bypasses me and brings the rest of the stuff that Petra packed.

Walking back into the kitchen, I’m pleased to see everyone has finally made an appearance. Jolie leans against the kitchen counter in an orange bikini with a sarong tied around her waist. She is only in her first trimester, but her barely there bump has me all kinds of turned on and protective.

I squash down my insecurities, saddling up to her back and wrapping my arms around her waist.

“You smell amazing,” I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. Spinning her in my arms, I clutch her to my chest.

My hands slide down her curves, and I squeeze her ass cheeks between my fingers, lifting her. She wraps her legs around my waist. The scent of cherry blossoms and toffee apples washes over me, a scent combination of her shampoo and body wash, so unique to her I would never be able to recreate it. Every time she spends the night in my bed, it lingers on my sheets for days, and I had to beg Petra not to change them. Now she has a rule that if we want them changed, we have to put them in the laundry. Which means I’m probably not the only one who requested their sheets remain on their bed.

A sea of naked torsos fill the room—minus Boston, who looks like he is ready to shoot a damn streetwear spread for Culture Kings; Brennan, who wears a modest plain white T-shirt with his shorts; and Kai, who looks like he rolled in the dirty laundry pile and the clothes just stuck to his body.

“So do you. Always like bourbon and sex.”

I chuckle; I’m not sure how I smell like sex and alcohol, but if she likes it, I will take it.

“What do I smell like, Tenshi?” Creed asks, stepping up behind her back. Her legs are still wrapped around me, but she leans her head back, and he places a soft kiss to her lips.

“Like cedar and pine,” she whispers against his lips.

“No orgies in the kitchen, please,” Petra states as she walks in, grabbing a cloth to wipe down the benches.

“Who is offering orgies?” Kai asks, selecting an apple from the fruit bowl.

“No one,” Jolie says with a laugh, the kind that lights up her entire face.

“Okay, let’s go,” I say. Jolie slides down my body, and I grab her hand to pull her in and press one last kiss to her lips.

“Who are you, and what have you done with Chester?” she says with a laugh.

“I don’t know,” I say, linking our fingers as we walk out to my car. “That asshole was becoming a pain in the ass, so I figured everyone could use a break from him.”

Once the idiots all fight over what cars to take, we pull out of the driveway. I locked my doors after Jolie jumped into the passenger seat, claiming her for myself. It took them five minutes to sort it out, but now we are finally on the road, and I take the exit for the highway. Petra gave me directions and they seem simple enough. I’m not sure our cars are made for off-road, and I may have forgotten to mention it in the hope that Boston took his car, which he did. He is going to have a bitch fit when he realises he will get dirt and shit stuck underneath his car. It’s the small things that make me happy and annoying that son of a bitch is a good place to start.

“Why are you smiling like a weirdo?” Jolie asks me.

I didn’t realise I was. Should I lie and tell her it’s because I’m looking forward to spending the day together as one big family? No, she will see right through that. I only invited the others because it will make her happy to see me trying to be nice to them. Even though it pains me to my core to share her, at least this way I can keep track of all their hands and dicks out in public.

If I want to try to be a good dad, it starts now, making sure they are safe and growing, not being poked in the head by someone’s cock. I know logically that isn’t possible, but the vivid dreams are telling me otherwise. And dreaming about another man’s cock is a damn nightmare.

“Because Boston’s car is about to get dirty,” I chuckle with an evil smirk, pulling off the highway and onto a dirt road. The rest of the trip is all dirt, and after the rain we had yesterday, said dirt is mud.

Jolie laughs, her head falling back against the seat. “You’re so mean. He is only going to get even with you.”

“He can try,” I quip. “But I’m older, stronger, and smarter.”

She quirks a brow at me.

“Maybe not smarter, but my dick is bigger,” I amend.

She snorts at my comment, but we both know that my motherfucking dick is bigger than his. I will pull this car over and show her just how much bigger if she— Wait... why is she still laughing? Looking over at her, I see she is in stitches of laughter.

“Chester, I’m just teasing. You’re my big, strong, sexy, huge-penis-wielding protector man.”

Her words make me smile like the damn Cheshire cat—that’s right, baby, I’m the big protector. Glancing in the rear-vision mirror, I smile at the scowl on Boston’s face. Kai is in the passenger seat next to him, and I can see him laughing. Boston’s mouth moves, and I can imagine him threatening to pull over and let Kai out and make him walk the rest of the way.

Jolie turns in her seat and looks out the back window, and she waves at them. Kai gets excited like a damn puppy and waves back at her. Boston does the whole two-finger polite wave that you do when a driver lets you in, not the kind that you give your girlfriend. Asshole. I might have to accidentally hold him under the water for a few minutes and see if he can still hold his breath.

“I can see your cogs ticking over. Stop plotting against him and just be nice.”

I turn and frown at her. “I’m always nice.”

“To me, maybe.”

“And that’s all that counts, Little Angel.”

Spinning my wheels causes to mud flick up onto Boston’s windscreen, and I cackle to myself—that will teach him for being rude and not waving to our girl.

The dirt road ends, and I pull up in front of the large wooden logs blocking the rest of the way. The others pull up beside me as both Jolie and I jump out at the same time.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Boston booms, bending down to look under his car and pulls out a huge chunk of mud and leaves.

“From here we walk,” I announce, just to fuel his annoyance a little bit more. “Someone help get this shit from the boot.”

Trace, Creed, Marlow, Case, and Laughn all come and load up their arms. “Your ride, my lady,” I say, squatting down in front of Jolie. She giggles—the greatest sound in the world—and jumps on my back. “Just follow the path until there is no more path,” I tell the others.

“Giddy up,” Jolie yells and wraps her arms tightly around my neck. I hook my arms tighter around her legs to make sure she doesn’t fall, and I take off down the track, careful not to trip on anything. She whoops and laughs as the dirt path leads us closer to the rock pools. I push my legs harder when the end of the path nears, but Kai overtakes us, much to Jolie’s disappointment. She tells me to go faster, but it’s no use—the asshole breaks through the trees first.

“Holy shit,” Jolie gushes as we clear the trees, and the water comes into view. After the recent rain, the pools are full. I look around and see a huge ledge we can jump off and an easy edge for Jolie to climb down.

“Last one in is a rotten egg!” Kai shouts, racing up the rocks and towards the edge.

“What the fuck?” Brennan growls, walking to the edge and looking down at Kai as he hits the water. “He could have bloody killed himself. Did anyone check to make sure the water was clear?”

“No, Daddy, no one checked the water,” Laughn quips and smacks Brennan on the ass. “Lighten up. The best person to send in jumped willingly. He looks more than alive to me, so it’s safe.”

Jolie’s eyes follow Laughn as he teases Brennan, and that look alone makes the green-eyed monster surface. I know she looks at me like that, but it still burns when I see her look at the others that way. They are just lucky we are one big-ass team now. Anyone else, and I would gouge their eyes out and fucking eat them. That damn Colt has come close a few times, so he is lucky he’s with Sinclair now, or his death would be imminent.

Brennan sets up the picnic blankets while everyone else joins Kai in the water. I watch Jolie as she removes her sarong, and I lick my lips and wish I didn’t invite the others so I could have had her all to myself.

No, the whole reason I brought them was so I can get used to sharing. I don’t know why I have no issue with Creed—maybe it’s our bond that has me at ease with them together—but everyone else rubs me the wrong way. The beast rears its ugly head, and I react before I can even think about the repercussions. I need to stop because once the babies are born, I can’t risk getting jealous of them. That would be so wrong on so many levels, being jealous of my own child.

“Want to come in with me?” Jolie asks, nodding towards the water. I smile and link my arm with hers. She leans her head on my shoulder as I lead the way.

I dip my toe in and almost regret this idea. Why the hell is the water so damn cold? It’s summer, and I am working up a sweat just standing here.

Jolie pulls me in until we are waist deep. My damn nuts jump right up into my fucking stomach, and my cock feels like it isn’t far behind.

“You know, this was a good idea. I’m not feeling too bad today, and it’s a good break from all the drama with Olympia.”

“Angel, I just wanted you to have a nice day,” I tell her honestly as we walk out deeper. Jolie jumps up into my arms and wraps her legs around me as I take us further across the water and towards the other side.

Brennan is still refusing to get in the water. He stands and watches over everyone—sometimes it’s hard to believe we are the same age when he acts so much older than he is. He needs to let go and have some fun, instead of locking everything into his damn memory for later.

Kai, Davis, and Laughn have lined up to jump off one of the higher rocks. Jolie gasps as Kai throws himself off the edge. She lets out the air she was holding in when he resurfaces.

“I’m going to make Brennan get in,” I whisper to Jolie, and she nods. We are not overly deep, and she can touch the ground, so I’m not worried about her drowning. Leaving her to watch the guys, I make my way back to the bank towards Brennan.

“Why don’t you come in?” I ask him. He shrugs, not making eye contact with me. “You know, you can take a few minutes to have fun. Forget about all the responsibilities. We are not even in our mid-twenties yet, but here you are acting like you’re forty.”

He turns to me and his shoulders slump. “I know, but pretending doesn’t make the problems go away. I know none of you have asked me to take point, but someone has to. Someone has to be in charge, or all of this just falls apart.”

“I’m just asking for one day, Brenny, not an entire lifetime. Look at our girl—she deserves one day.”

When it doesn’t seem like he is going to budge, I take a step towards him quickly, and before he can react, I have half of his body thrown over my shoulder. I stand to my full height, and he growls at me—bloody Brennan growls. I didn’t think he had it in him anymore. Some of the guys whoop and cheer me on as I run towards the water.

Two steps into the ice-cold water, I drop Brennan on his ass with a splash. He scowls at me and looks so much like his dumbass brother that I have to laugh. He removes his shirt and launches it towards the rocks where it lands with a splat.

“Now, come show our girl some attention,” I say, wiggling my eyebrows at him.

I know Brennan—he won’t do anything anyone could see. Trace is much the same. The rest of us would be happy to lay her bare on the rocks and take turns pleasing her until she passes out, and I’m kicking myself I didn’t think that far ahead.

Again, I remind myself that this isn’t about me or sex, even though I’m pretty sure Jolie has a bigger sex drive than all of us. She never complains when one of us showers with her and sidetracks her with sex, or when she wakes up with a head between her thighs. She is always ready and willing.

Brennan swims over towards her, and the smile Jolie lights up with is worth squashing some of my jealousy. We have started to naturally figure out a way to take turns or give others space if they have beaten us to her. Brennan and Trace seem to get left behind because they are less assertive, and if I have noticed, then Jolie has too. I wonder if I can convince Brenny to get his dick out in the water and see if he can fuck her without the others knowing. Seems like a legit plan to me.

Making my way over to them, I lock eyes with Jolie and smirk; she knows immediately that I’m up to something. On my wink she moves herself closer to Brennan, wrapping her body around him and leans in, pressing her lips to his.

I swim up behind her, press my chest to her back and place gentle kisses on her neck. Brennan coughs uncomfortably. “Chill, dude, it’s fine.”

He doesn’t get a chance to argue before Jolie leans in again and kisses him. I use this opportunity to run my hand down her side, one of her hands joining mine as she guides me down towards her bikini bottoms. Instead, I push back and guide her hand towards Brennan’s shorts, making her giggle against his lips. His eyes go wide, and I hold my hands above the water so he doesn’t think it’s me trying to touch his dick. He visibly relaxes the moment they’re in view.

My hands disappear back below the water. This time, navigating straight to her sweet spot, I pull the bikini aside. The tip of Brennan’s dick brushes against my fingers, but he is too lost in her kiss to care. I caress her clit as she slides onto him; he pulls her closer and moves inside slowly.

Jolie’s soft moans spur me on as my finger circles her clit, and I wrap my other hand around my throbbing cock. Brennan’s mouth consumes the noises spilling from her lips. Her body trembles as she slides gracefully up and down his shaft, and I bury my head in the crook of her neck, nibbling on her salty skin. I’m sure the others know what’s happening by now, yet none have made their way over. My overbearing ass is a lot to handle.

“Who’s a bad girl who got Brennan to fuck in public?” I whisper in her ear as my finger works her over while Brennan lightly thrusts into her. Maybe if I’m there every time she screws one of them, this jealousy won’t be an issue.

She pulls back from Brennan’s lips. “I’m going to come,” she moans quietly, shuddering against us as her orgasm washes over her.

“Fuck,” Brennan says, gritting his teeth. His own orgasm follows hers, and with a few more pulls, I’m releasing my cum into the water. They may want to avoid this spot until that disappears, and I swish the water around a bit to make sure.

“See? How much better do you feel now?” I ask Brennan, and he just shakes his head at me.

“A hell of a lot better, but it would have been nice not to have an audience,” he says, motioning with his head.

I look behind us, and the eight idiots are sitting on the rocks, staring down at us. Creed winks at me, Kai has a smile that swallows his entire face, and the others are a mix of lust and annoyance. Sucks to be them.

The rest of the day is filled with swimming, laughter, and milkshakes from an annoyingly sweet old lady who managed to guess our favourite flavours, even down to Boston, who she called salty. It was the highlight of my entire day. But Jolie having a day just for her was my mission, and having her curled up in bed between me and Creed has topped off a perfect day—and a man couldn’t ask for much more.