Page 39 of He Is Ours (Lovers in Crossfire #2)

Chapter thirty-nine

Alex

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Olivia, curled up next to us with the blanket tucked under her chin as she lets out the softest little sigh. She is completely passed out. I know I'm exhausted, and Rachel looks completely spent, too.

"Want to go downstairs, get something to eat, and maybe watch a movie?" I look over at Rachel, hoping she wants to enjoy some snuggle time also.

"Yeah, that sounds great. Let me just take a shower real quick since you ruined the last one.

" She spins on her heels, throws a middle finger up in the air as she walks to the bathroom, and closes the door behind her.

I just shake my head and walk over to my dresser.

Putting on a pair of sweatpants, then heading down to the kitchen.

Once I reach the kitchen, I pull out a beer, pop it open, and take a long swig, savoring the taste as it goes down my throat. It's been a long fucking day. And I'm ready for some normalcy in my life again.

I pull out my phone and shoot a text to Oliver.

Me: Everything go smooth?

Oliver: Yeah, but one Starr brother isn't dead.

Me: What the fuck do you mean not dead?

Oliver: Like still breathing?

Me: No shit, Sherlock.

Oliver: Yeah, there are three on the ground here, and the Andrew fuck is dead, but the one you beat to a pulp in the rink is still breathing apparently, and currently at the hospital getting patched up.

What the fuck... I run my hands over my face, trying to come up with a plan to kill him off or at least get him to my fucking basement for questioning.

Me: I'll get a guy on it.

Oliver: I'm already on it. I got a guy who knows some docs at the hospital. So he will be discharged into my custody soon.

Me: You are a fucking lifesaver, dude. Where are you taking him?

Oliver: You want him? I was going to let you choose where he goes. Obviously, I don't have a house here, I am living in Olivia's apartment that has thin ass walls.

Me: Yeah, bring him here, I've got a basement.

Oliver: On it.

I set down my phone on the counter and opened the fridge again. What the fuck am I going to cook? All I see is some lunch meat and some cheese. A sandwich it is.

I start to make the sandwiches when I hear soft footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Hey, so apparently the dude I fought isn't dead; he is in the hospital."

"Well, I guess, we should probably kill his ass before he comes after our girl again." Olivia's voice makes me jump. I was expecting Rachel. She walks up behind me and hugs me from behind, kissing my shoulder before looking to see what I am making.

"Damn, that looks good, but would be better as a grilled cheese," she whispers against my skin.

"Baby wants a grilled cheese?" I look at her, and her eyes light up like I said the magic words, and she nods. I kiss her head and turn on the stove.

"Then I guess I am making the baby a grilled cheese." I reach down and rub the tiny bump that is starting to show. No one would notice it's there, unless you knew she was pregnant.

"Thank you, Daddy." She says to me, and a tingling sensation runs down my body straight to my cock.

"I'm guessing a new kink just got unlocked?" She says with a mischievous grin.

I turn to her and grab her by the throat. "I don't know what you are playing at, but you are about to get fucked!"

"Promises, promises." She says to me as she reaches down and grabs my crotch, giving it the perfect squeeze, a groan escaping my lips. God, she knows how to fuck with me.

"Keep touching me, and I will put you up on the counter and possibly burn your grilled cheese." I raise my eyebrow as she looks at me, completely shocked that I would say such a thing.

"How dare you torture our kid like that!" she says, gasping and holding her chest dramatically.

We hear footsteps, and I turn to see Rachel coming down the stairs, a smile on her face.

"Something smells good." She comes up behind Olivia, wrapping her arms around her, centering herself, resting her hands on the baby bump. Rachel is just as obsessed with the baby as I am.

"Baby said I wanted a grilled cheese." Olivia turns and kisses her on the head.

"Make that two, Daddy, that sounds delicious. My kid has good taste!" She starts to rub the baby bump and nuzzles her face into Olivia's shoulder.

“Don’t say that, Princess, you will give him a boner.” Olivia laughs, and Rachel turns to me with a wicked grin.

“Oh really? Is that so? You like being called Daddy?” She walks up to me and grabs my dick, rubbing it through my sweat pants.

“Stop it or I won’t finish cooking,” I grumble and turn to get my dick out of her grip. These women are going to kill me.

Rachel continues to laugh as she turns around and walks back over to Olivia. "Come on, baby, let's go sit at the table." Rachel grabs Olivia's hand and leads her to the table, sitting down and pulling her onto her lap.

I finish up the grilled cheeses and hand a plate to each of my women, and take another long drag of my beer.

Olivia looks up from her sandwich, like she is waiting for me to say something. "So are you going to tell Rachel what you told me?" The question lingers in the air as Rachel looks up to me with a mouth full of grilled cheese.

"Oliver said that one of the Starr brothers isn't dead. The one I fought. What was his name again? Sam or something?"

"So where is he?" The slight tremor in her voice breaks my heart. I just want to end him for her, make it all go away.

"He is in the hospital. Oliver is getting him and bringing him here."

"Do I get to question him?" Her eyes darken with anger, but I also see a sparkle of mischief.

"Question?" I raise my eyebrow.

"Okay, Mister Specific, stab him some also." I can't help the laugh that comes out of my mouth, tears streaming down my face. I swear I'm going to pee myself laughing this hard.

"There's my girl."