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Miller

T his morning is turning out completely different than I had planned. I told my boyfriend I loved him, and he reciprocated. I fell asleep with Spencer in my arms but was soon woken up by her covering my body with a gun in her hand.

I’m supposed to be protecting her so that was a small bruise to my ego. Although, I can’t deny the heat that spread through my body when I saw that gun in her hand. So fucking sexy. Especially when I saw it was only Axel and not an actual intruder that caused her to draw her gun.

I can’t say that I’m happy to learn that her ex is still sending her, or rather us, regular pictures, but we are here, and we aren’t going anywhere.

Axel didn’t have to point out that she was beginning to spiral. I noticed her body slowly tensing throughout the entire conversation. The mug tapping was the final straw. I didn’t know what I wanted to do, but Axel identified how to fix the problem quicker than I did, and that’s what makes us all a great team for our special girl.

I’ve been dying to get my hands on Axel’s curls, and this was the perfect opportunity. As the three of us wash hair and trade kisses, there’s nothing sexually charged behind our actions. Every move is for comfort. When Spencer melted between us, I felt powerful knowing I helped relax her. We all do. We’re slowly becoming her safe space, and the more she relies on us, the more burden we can take from her, for her.

“You can’t blame us for this, Tails. You’re a temptress on a good day but wet and soapy, and add in kissing, you’re a fucking Goddess.” Axel’s assessment is spot on as I maneuver my hips to not smack her in the stomach with my erection.

“I’m not complaining.” She runs a soapy hand down our chests, over our abs, and down to our protruding lengths.

“Smithy,” I warn. “Only kissing, remember. We aren’t here to play.” There’s zero conviction behind my words as her soapy hand glides over my cock, and it twitches.

“Fuck, Tails. Don’t tease me. I’m already struggling to hold it together.” I watch her hand squeeze him from root to tip, and the head around his jewelry turns an enticing shade of purple at her pressure.

“You made me feel better; now let me make you feel better.”

Who the fuck is going to say no to that.

“It’s really okay, you don’t have to—” I’m silenced by Axel as he grabs the back of my neck and kisses me.

I don’t hesitate and kiss him back. Spencer makes room for us to get closer without releasing our cocks. In fact, I’m pretty sure her hand tightens, and the groan that melts into my mouth from Axel leads me to believe she’s doing the same to him.

“It’s so sexy when I see any of you kiss. I like knowing you enjoy each other the way you enjoy me.”

“We like to enjoy you too.” I reach a hand up and start at her hip, slowly drawing a line up her midsection. When I reach the bottom of her breasts, I swirl my fingers around but don’t touch her nipple where I can tell her body is aching to be played with. Stiff peaks brush against my arms, and I want to take them in my mouth and worship her, but she steps away from my hand before I can move any higher.

“It’s not my time right now, it’s yours.”

Axel’s mouth moves down my jaw to my neck, and I lean into Spencer and kiss her. She matches the rhythm of her tongue with her hand, and I know I won’t last long.

“Fucking shit, Tails. Your hands are goddamn magic. I’m so fucking close.”

I guess I’m not the only one.

“Are you boys going to come for me?” I pull back and look at the vixen in front of me. She’s never talked dirty before, and I fucking love it.

“We certainly fucking are.” I smash my lips back to hers and take over the kiss. I place my hands over both of hers and help bring Axel and me to orgasm. It only takes a few strokes, and I come, followed by Axel.

Unintelligible curses pour from our mouths as we coat our hands and stomachs with our joint releases. The stress I didn’t know I was holding melts away as the last bursts of my orgasm leaves me.

My lust takes over, and I push Spencer up against the wall. She inhales sharply as her back presses against the cold tile. My mouth is on her neck, nipping and licking away the water droplets that fall from her hair. I cup the underside of her breast, fingers twitching to feel the weight of them in my palms, and she covers my hand.

“Miller. This was about you. I’m alright. Let’s get out and get some sleep.” I drop my forehead to her shoulder and groan. She’s so fucking selfless. Axel chuckles behind me and smacks my ass.

“Come on, big guy, listen to our lady.”

“I don’t wanna,” I whine in my most childlike voice, making us all laugh. “Fiiiiiine.” I press one last kiss to her lips, and as we step out of the shower, I smack Axel’s ass in retaliation.

? ? ? ? ?

I hear a low buzzing on the nightstand and peer behind me. Axel’s phone alarm chimes and a glance at the time shows me it’s only eleven. We’ve barely been asleep, why does he have such an early alarm?

Doing my best not to disturb Spencer, I shake Axel’s arm, and he pops open one eye.

“Your alarm is going off.”

“Shit.” He rolls to his back and scrubs a hand over his face. He groans as he lifts onto his elbows and looks at the time.

“What’s up?” He doesn’t look happy to be awake.

“Katy asked me to meet her for lunch. I got the feeling something is wrong. I can’t bail on her.”

Shit. Why wouldn’t she talk to Lincoln? He’s right there in the school with her.

“Need some backup?”

He looks down at the sleeping beauty between us then back at me. “I don’t want to leave her alone if we don’t have to.”

I understand his apprehension. I feel the same way, but I know if push comes to shove, she has enough of an arsenal here to protect herself. If Katy is in trouble, she’s our responsibility, and we have to do everything in our power to protect her.

“I’ll text Tuck, and we’ll let her dad know before we leave.” He thinks for another moment, his eyes roaming over Spencer’s sleeping form. I understand what he’s feeling. We’ve wanted her for so long, and the thought of anything happening to her is scary as fuck. She’s ours, finally. She called us her partners, and while I don’t know exactly what the extent of that means to her, it’s enough of a title for me. She’s mine, and I’m hers. And I guess the other merry band of dickheads that are under this roof all belong to each other now too.

“Okay.” He runs a hand through his hair and freezes. It’s a sight to see. His curls stick up at every angle. I stifle a laugh because I’ve never seen his hair so unruly before.

“Don’t laugh at me, asshole. You washed my hair without my special products, and then I laid down with wet hair. It’s definitely a ball cap day.”

We carefully untangle ourselves from Spencer, although if I know her as well as I think I do, she’s not actually sleeping. She trusts us with Katy and respects her enough that if she came to Axel specifically, she’ll let him deal with it.

“So what’s up? Why are we going to have lunch with Katy?” He hasn’t given me any information, and this entire thing puts me on edge. I don’t like to keep secrets from Lincoln. We base our relationship on trust and honesty. And to be honest, I’d like whatever this is going on between all of us to be the same.

“She didn’t tell me. Just said I was the one she wanted to talk to.”

“Should I text Lincoln?” I watch his shoulders fall.

“I’ve been wondering the same thing. But Katy reached out to me for a reason. I’m taking a leap bringing you along. Let’s not push our luck too much further.”

“Okay.” I understand, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.

Axel hands me his phone as we pull up to the school at 11:40 and tells me to text her that we’re here. A few minutes later, Katy walks out and pauses when she sees me standing outside his truck. Her head dips lower, and she shrugs her book bag further up her shoulder before continuing toward us.

“Hey, Cupcake.” I pull her in for a hug. “I hope you don’t mind me crashing your lunch date with this ugly mug.” I shoot a thumb over my shoulder and feel her laugh. “You have us a little worried.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” She gives me a guilty look as I take her book bag and motion for her to get in the passenger seat. Axel leans over and hugs her as I climb in the back.

“Okay, Katy girl, you got me here. What’s going on?” She glances over her shoulder at the school and back at Axel.

“Could we go somewhere, anywhere else?” Now I’m worried. Is something going on at school? With Lincoln? Fuck no. Not him. Everyone in our house is good.

“Sure.” Axel puts the truck in drive and heads to a strip mall down the street. Axel parks his truck and turns to face Katy. “Spill it, girl. Your lunch is only thirty-five minutes.”

Her shoulders tremble, and I reach around the seat to place a soothing hand on her arm.

“Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out or fix it.” My words don’t seem to help her feel any better. “Do you want us to call Spencer?”

“No. God, no.” She looks at me with sheer panic in her eyes. “She’ll be so disappointed if…” She stares at her hands as she picks her cuticles.

Axel leans over the seat so his face is even with hers. With his index finger, he tips her chin up so she’s looking at him.

“If what? What is it, Katy?” The concern in his voice mirrors my feelings.

She turns her head and looks out the passenger window. Her dark hair is pulled up in a ponytail, and she has a black bow tied at the top. It makes her look younger than her sixteen years, and I mourn the loss of her childhood with the life she’s already lived. I vow right here and now to myself that we will give her the best life she could possibly have.

She shocks us both by opening the door and jumping out of the truck. Axel and I scramble to catch up with her as she walks toward the stores. In the area she’s heading, there’s an ice cream shop, a hairdresser, and a pharmacy. Does she want ice cream?

“Where are we going, Katy?” She ignores me and beelines toward the pharmacy. Axel and I exchange a confused look but diligently follow as the automatic doors open, and she walks in with a purpose.

We watch in silence as she looks up at the signs hanging from the ceiling, telling her which aisle products are located. When she makes her decision, she picks the row she needs and walks toward the back of the store. As we file behind her, I can see her steps becoming heavier.

Axel and I exchange another look. The aisle we’re approaching has condoms, personal items, pads, and tampons. She told Lincoln this morning that she’d pick out what she needed when she went shopping with him later. What would make her ask Axel to come for lunch? She didn’t even ask us to bring her here; it’s just where we ended up.

“Katy?” I soften my voice still not understanding why we’re here and hoping she’ll give us an explanation soon.

She ignores me.

She slows down when we reach the tampons but doesn’t stop. When she does, I’m confused. Axel grabs my forearm and squeezes. I try not to wince at the force of his grip but don’t question it. He must realize something I don’t.

“Katy?” When she looks at him, her eyes are glazed over with unshed tears. “Are you late?”

Late? She nods, and tears stream down her face as I realize we’ve stopped in front of the pregnancy tests.

“Fuck.” I pull her into my chest as she sobs. “Axel, grab what we need, and let’s take her home. I’ll text Linc.”

I walk Katy out to Axel’s truck, and a few minutes later, we’re on our way to Spencer’s house with me in the backseat and Katy silently crying into my chest.