Page 51 of Gluttony (Seven Deadly Sins #4)

Chapter Thirty-Four

Bowie

A Year Later…

“Fifty bucks says it looks like me.” I roll my eyes at Hadley as I keep refreshing the RIAA’s page for Slumlord’s sales and stream numbers. I may only have them as a client, but I got them here so they feel like my babies are all grown up.

“Shut the fuck up. We said it didn’t matter.” Orion bends down and kisses my crown, lingering his lips all the while massaging my shoulders.

“Aww come on, Ry, don’t be a sore loser.”

“I mean, statistically speaking, he’s not wrong.” When Hayes jumps into this useless conversation, I narrow my eyes at him and mouth a couple of obscenities.

“Hmm, true. But guess what it will have…” We all hold our breaths at Orion’s suspenseful pause. “An American accent.” I can’t help the giggle that escapes from between my lips as I hit the refresh button again .

“Fuck that, we’re moving back home until it’s a teenager and the only real accent of the English language sticks.” With the number of times that Hadley’s comments make my eyes roll, I’m legit afraid of brain damage.

“I’m sure it’ll be just fi—”

“OH MY GOD!!” The entire absurd conversation is cut off when the page refreshes and right there, in black and white writing on the Recording Industry Association of America’s official website, Slumlord is given the Platinum award for selling over a million copies, and since one sale is the equivalent of a hundred streams, that means a fuck load of people have rocked out to the band I discovered.

With my hands cupping the underside of my whale-sized belly, I jump up and down, screaming like a teen girl at a Taylor Swift concert.

The guys are hugging and kissing me in my new office, that’s no longer the size of a fucking closet, as I grab my phone and call the band.

Abby, the original assistant, is back in full force at the office.

Her return taught me a few things about my conniving boyfriends.

First, she did not have a tiny office before the accident.

She mostly ran errands and her phone and tablet were her main tools.

Imagine my surprise when I told her I’d cleared out her office for her.

But I digress. Concerning Slumlord, we knew this would happen, the numbers have been climbing this past week and ever since the album went gold, they’ve become quite the sensation around the world.

“Be proud, Sweetheart, you made this happen for them.” My phone pressed against my ear and one hand on my belly, I kiss Orion’s full lips and linger there a second. He tastes so fucking good and I can’t help it, I’m horny all the time, even now, when waddling is the new trend.

“I love you,” I whisper across Orion’s lips as Hayes presses against my back and places his hands on my huge belly. When he kisses the sensitive spot between my throat and my shoulder, a full body shiver travels through me and I forget for a second that I’m on the phone.

“We love you, too, Bowie! Fucking Hell, we did it! Thank you, Bowie, fucking queen that you are!” Well, I guess they were refreshing the page as well.

“Congratulations, you guys, I’m so proud of you!” After a few more words of love and pride, we hang up and I turn to face my men in my office.

“Okay, let’s go home. This little seed is now a watermelon and I’m pretty sure my ankles are tree trunks.” Like a cartoon scene, three sets of worried eyes lower to my ankles to check them out.

“Christ. You scared me.”

“Fucking drama queen, I’ll lick them and make them better.”

“You’ve never looked more beautiful.”

Their reactions are predictable. Hayes, the protector, thinking he needs to save me somehow. Hadley the sex fiend, thinking sex is the cure all, and Orion who always, always, uses his words to make me feel like a goddess.

Like I said, predictable, and to be honest, I cherish that. I love that I can anticipate their actions. It’s a great way for me to cope with my abandonment issues. My therapist’s words, not mine.

After the whole Mickey debacle, we decided as a whole that we should seek out help.

Hadley has no idea but we only included ourselves in the equation so that Hadley would go.

Turns out, I’ve benefitted a whole lot from it and when our baby comes into the world, I’ll be better equipped to take care of it.

“Why can’t I just carry you around? You’re a slowpoke, Little Rabbit.” This guy, I swear.

“My ass barely fits in this elevator. You are not carrying me any fucking where.” I swear being well over eight months pregnant is like being on a roller coaster with a blindfold on.

“Your arse is the most delicious part of you. In fact, as soon as we get home—” The elevator doors open and someone’s grandfather steps in.

I say this because he looks like he’s been retired for at least twenty years, ergo not an employee.

But of course, this does not dissuade Hadley from an awkward conversation.

“—I’m gonna feast on it like it’s Christmas dinner. ”

I sigh, hoping he’ll just drop this conversation while Hayes and Orion snigger behind me.

“Seriously, Little Rabbit. I think you need to relax a little, and what better way than for us to fuck it out of you? You won’t even need to suck our dicks because we’ll be too busy fucking your other holes.” God, just kill me now.

The older gentleman turns around, confusion written all over his face, and when he gives me his profile, I see the hearing aid in his ear.

Oh, he’s getting this conversation in high definition, too.

Looking up to the elevator’s ceiling, I throw a quick prayer into the universe that his heart doesn’t betray him after these shocking revelations.

“Sorry,” I whisper to his back, all the while throwing a death glare at Hadley, who just smirks back at me like a villain in a cartoon. I fucking love that look on him. It’s his true personality and it’s all ours. We’re the only ones who get every facet of his being.

The thing is, I’m not apologizing for being in love with three men. And I sure as fuck am not apologizing for these three men being in love with me. The only reason I say sorry is that nobody should have to be witness to that much detail about a stranger’s sex life.

Ever since we got the news of my pregnancy, the guys have been extra careful about the cars I get to ride in.

No more Porsche for now, and the monster truck is way too fucking high for me on a normal day so while pregnant, it’s not even in the realm of possible.

Orion’s Honda is too old, as per Hayes’s assessment.

I’m not sure what statistics that man is using but according to him, five years is somehow too dangerous.

Pretty sure he’s obsessing about a whole lot of nothing. I get that they’re rich and shit, but a five-year-old car does not a danger on the road make.

So, here we are in the same car where I sucked Orion’s cock for the first time and just the thought makes me wet all over again.

“I think our Little Rabbit is having naughty thoughts.” Hadley is sitting next to me while Orion and Hayes sit across from us in the limo.

“How could you possibly know that?” I spread my legs a little and tilt my pelvis for better comfort, my head resting back as I look at my Unhinged Baby Daddy.

That’s his new name on my phone. Hayes is Grumpy Baby Daddy and Orion is Overprotective Baby Daddy.

For obvious reasons, they’re all abbreviated.

Also, depending on the day, Hayes and Orion are the same but Hadley is forever UBD.

“I can smell your horny little cunt calling to me.” Is it weird that his filthy mouth makes me even wetter?

“Maybe you should do something about it.” I mean, in for a penny and all that jazz.

Since I’m not allowed to take my seatbelt off for any fucking reason, the guys are the ones who initiate any vehicle sexy times these days.

The fact that they’re constantly hard for me means the twenty minutes in the car twice a day gives them enough time to eat my pussy on the regular. Such a hard life I live.

As though he was expecting my challenge, Hadley is already on his knees by the time I finish my phrase.

“I love that you’re more comfortable in skirts than pants, easy access for the win.” Hadley spreads my thighs even wider as Hayes and Orion move to either side of me. I guess we’re doing this group style.

“Yeah, like any type of clothing could keep you from her cunt, Brother.” I snicker at that, turning to Hayes and winking. It doesn’t matter what I wear. If Hadley is hungry, Hadley eats.

Beside me, the guys unzip their pants and it’s my turn to take what I want.

“Double fisting for the win.” Hadley chuckles as his mouth devours my pussy and the vibration of it is just added stimulation. Fuck, that feels good. All the while, my hands are pumping both cocks as lips and tongues caress my skin.

“Kiss each other.” Without hesitation, Orion and Hayes kiss right in front of me as my brain starts to melt from the tongue lashing my clit is getting below. So much stimulation and just not enough time.

When the guys turn to face me, our kiss is a mix of three mouths and tongues with love bites thrown in.

It’s too much for my libido and its short fuse.

Hadley doubles down with his tongue deep inside my pussy as I ride his face from where I sit, grinding against whatever I can get my clit to touch.

“That’s it, Diamond, give it to us.”

Easiest orgasm ever.

The ride was too short for much more, but we all knew this going in. It’s a regular snack the guys have before and after work.

That’s the thing about being in love with three, big, strong men. Healthy bastards are always hungry for my pussy and who am I to deny them?