Zane swept her into the guesthouse and set her on her feet. “Take off your clothes, Callie.”
He looked so hungry. God, she loved that look he got when he really wanted her. That look made her girl parts soften and her pussy get wet.
Nate stepped in beside him, his blue eyes darkening. “You’re not a mom tonight, Callie. You’re our woman, and all I want you to think about is pleasing your men. You can trust that’s all we’re thinking about. We’re thinking about how to make you come over and over again.”
“But the boys,” she said, trying to put off the moment when she took her clothes off.
“The boys need their parents to be happy, baby,” Zane said, his eyes softening. “I can’t be happy when I’m not making love to you. I need you. Being inside you is my home, Callie. Don’t you know that?”
“Your home needs a little fixing up is all,” she said, trying to sound light and flippant, but her heart was hurting.
“What did you say?” Nate asked, his voice going hard. “Because it sounds like you were insulting something I love.”
He could be such a hard-ass. Callie sighed. “Nate, you can tell me I’m not a mom tonight, but I’m always a mom now. It’s just a part of me. And I have to get used to it. But I’m going to try to get my body back. I’m going to feel sexy again. I just need some time.”
Nate turned to Zane, frustration plain on his face. “What is she talking about? How is she not sexy?”
Zane simply smiled as though he’d solved the mystery. “Callie, do you know when I last got an erection? I mean besides the one that’s killing me right now? I was watching you feeding Charlie earlier today. I know. I’m a pervert. You’re sitting there feeding our baby boy and all I can think about is how much I want to sink my cock into some part of you. You might not feel sexy, but you are sexy to me.”
“Callie, you are sex and love and every fucking good thing in the world all rolled up into one.” Nate took a long, unsteady breath. “I know the boys need their momma. But I need my wife. We need our wife.”
There was no snarky comeback to that. There wasn’t an argument she could make or a funny way to deflect them. They had stated plainly what they needed from her and made her heart swell in the process. Tears filled her eyes. These were her husbands, her men, her whole world.
Her hands went to the bottom of her T-shirt. “You two better remember all those parts about for better or worse.”
“Callie, don’t try my patience. Take off your clothes and show me my pussy.” Zane stood his ground, his emerald eyes watching her. “You took me with all these scars. Don’t you dare think I would reject you because of a few pounds. I don’t give a shit if you lose them. I love your curves. I love every inch of you. Those slight imperfections came from carrying our babies. They’re beautiful. How could you think for a second I wouldn’t want you? Do you really think so little of me, Callie?”
She looked between Nate and Zane and suddenly wondered how she’d become so selfish. Since she’d had the twins, she’d closed in, focusing on the babies’ needs and her own insecurities. She’d never once thought about how her husbands were feeling. Never wondered if they missed her. She’d fallen in love with two men for their amazing souls and then questioned them. This wasn’t really about Nate and Zane. This was about her. She was insecure, and they had done nothing to deserve it.
And she was more than a momma. She was a woman. Their woman. And it was long past time to prove it.
Callie tossed the T-shirt and glanced up with a flirtatious smile. “I pumped before I left but that doesn’t mean this won’t get messy.”
Nate started to unbutton his shirt, revealing his gorgeous chest. “I can handle messy. I think this whole episode is going to get very messy. Now get those clothes off. I want to see you the way you should always be. Naked. Waiting for us.”
And suddenly the extra pounds didn’t matter. This was home. This was why her babies existed in the first place—because she loved these men and they loved her back. And they loved her for who she was, not what she weighed. Callie tossed her clothes off. She loved to be naked. It felt natural to her, and she’d gone through months of feeling like she was closing off whole chunks of her soul. This was right.
She didn’t have to conform to anyone’s idea of motherhood any more than she’d followed society’s dictates when it came to love and marriage. She was Callie Hollister-Wright, and she lived in Bliss. She made her own rules.
She breathed a little easier with each piece of clothing she shed as though she could remove her insecurities and toss them to the floor. Like her ugly briefs, she didn’t need them. Not when she was with her men.
“God, baby, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” Zane kicked off his boots, his normal grace disappearing in his haste to get naked with her. He tossed his shirt away, revealing his gloriously cut chest. She loved to watch him work out. He struggled to get out of his jeans.
Nate was no better. His hands were practically shaking as he pulled at them.
How could she be worried when she had two beautiful men who couldn’t get out of their clothes fast enough?
“On the bed, Callie. I don’t think this first time is going to be about play,” Nate instructed, pointing to the bedroom. The guesthouse boasted several rooms. The bedroom had a mirrored wall where she would be able to watch her men as they took her. Callie’s skin felt like it was on fire.
Callie turned. A few minutes before, she would have been worried about how big her bottom was, but now she wiggled it a little as she walked toward the bedroom. Soon, very soon, one of her men would lube her up and tunnel his cock into her ass while the other rode her pussy.
“Damn it, Cal. You’re killing me,” Zane complained. He rushed behind her and took her hand, dragging her along. He tossed his naked six-and-a-half-foot body on the bed and pulled her with him. She fell on top of his warm, muscular body, their arms and legs tangling. “Kiss me, baby. Kiss me like you mean it.”
She did mean it, and the thought that either one of them could worry for a minute that she didn’t twisted her heart in knots. They hadn’t been talking. They could say “I love you” every day, but unless they really talked, really paid attention to each other, they could lose the intimacy she lived for.
“I love you, Zane.” She said it slowly, savoring every word, looking deep into those emerald eyes and opening herself to him.
His chest heaved, his hands sinking into her hair. A look of deep peace came over his face. “I love you, Callie. I love you so much.”
She kissed him, eating at his lips, devouring everything about the man. His touch, his scent, the way his tongue rubbed against hers, a silent request to dance. She kissed him as his hands cupped her curves as though relearning every inch of her. When she finally came up for air, Nate was standing at the edge of the bed.
“I love you, too, baby.” It was said quietly, as though he wasn’t quite sure what her response would be. Her heart ached. Was this how she’d made them feel for weeks?
Callie got to her knees and placed her hands on Nate’s chest, feeling his every muscle and the strong, steady thrum of his heart. He’d given up so much for her. Even years later, she wondered if there wasn’t something out there that called to him. His ambition had burned so brightly.
“Nate, are you happy here? I don’t mean with me. I know you love me. I’m so sorry for the last few months. I’ve been wrapped up in myself and the babies and I forgot to work on this. But I’m here now and I have to ask because I have to know. You’ve been here for a while. Are you happy in Bliss?”