Chapter 153: I Miss Her

Anemia returned home much later than expected. Justin was restless when she called to say she would be late. We weren't expecting her that late; when seven o'clock arrived and she wasn't home, we were concerned. She'd told us not to wait dinner for her, that she would grab something. Justin didn't like that either. We ate with him brooding, and it was interesting to see him like this.

"What's going through your head right now?" I asked him after the silence of forks and knives on plates started driving me crazy. He sighed and put his fork down; he'd barely touched his food.

"I guess I'm used to working so much that it keeps me occupied," he said, running his hands through his slightly too-long hair. "I miss her terribly, and she's been gone for almost twelve hours. It's driving me crazy." I smiled softly.

"How do you think she was feeling while we were gone? Probably the same, even if she never mentions it. You own the place; you could go see her," I said. He made a face. He probably would make a comment about me being a helicopter parent instead of a hot boyfriend. He picked up a steamed carrot.

A smile bubbled up at the sight of his pouting face. It was incredibly adorable, but I knew he wouldn't like that. I cleared my throat, trying hard to hold back the laughter. I looked down at my plate. I missed her too, but I also knew she'd be home by the end of the day. I thought it was sweet that he missed her so much. Under normal circumstances, we'd all be at work, and he wouldn't feel this way.

"Well, just know it's only temporary," I told him. The garage door beeped open.

Justin was out of his seat in a flash. I heard a grunt, then a giggle, then a moan. I continued eating, letting them have their moment. After a minute, they came into the dining room. She looked tired but glowing, and I smiled at her.

"Hey, gorgeous. How was your day?" I asked as she rounded the table to kiss me.

"Amazing! Only one candidate showed up. One called an hour later saying she was almost there, and the other never contacted me. I hired Amaki; we got along so well, and she's such an amazing lady. Everyone loved her," she said, settling onto Justin's lap.

He began kissing her neck and shoulders through her dress, massaging her body. She seemed affected by his advances but tried to focus on,

"That was great, a good fit. You worked with Jonny today. How did that go?" I asked, as Justin began massaging her feet. Her eyes were half-closed. She hummed before responding breathily,

"Umm, Jonny was great. He was smitten with Amaki, though. Apparently, they have history. I'm curious to see what happens over the next six months; they clearly still like each other. But I'm not a matchmaker, so I'm staying out of it," she said, leaning her head back on Justin's shoulder.

"That feels so good. My shoes are comfortable, but I'm not used to wearing heels that long," she said.

"I'll rub your sexy feet whenever you want, babe," Justin said, kissing her neck again.

She glanced at me, a knowing look passing between us. Justin was being incredibly clingy; neither of us had seen this side of him before. I didn't think he minded it, though. "I made some cheesecake. Do you want some?" I asked, and her eyes lit up.

"Oh yes! I can eat it in the bathtub, though. I need a soak," she said. Justin's head popped up.

"No worries, I'll run you a bath. When you're done, you can just slip in," he said, gently moving her to another seat and leaving the room.

"Oh my goodness, what happened today? He's never been like this," she said, and I smiled.

"He just missed you. He's been pouting since you called and said you'd be late," I replied, cutting a slice of cheesecake and handing it to her.

It was her favorite dessert, made just for her. With the first bite, she closed her eyes and moaned softly. The sound went straight to my…well, you know. The sound she made was so sexy.

"How did you find out about Jonny and Amaka?" I asked, trying to ignore the intense need that had just hit me. I wanted her to enjoy her food before Justin—and, most likely, me—devoured her tonight.

"From the moment they saw each other, you could feel the tension. They were professional around me, but it was like when I first met you and Justin. I could see how much you wanted each other," she said, licking her spoon in a way that probably wasn't meant to be sexy, but I was about to come in my pants. I stared at her mouth as she took another bite.

"The kind of way you're looking at me right now," she added in a sexy voice. I bit my lip and met her gaze. Her breath hitched; she dropped her spoon.

"Maybe we should go upstairs," I said, my voice deeper than intended.

She nodded and hurriedly stood. I grabbed the food, followed her out of the room, put it away, and double-checked the doors before heading upstairs. I'd clean up later. I took the stairs two at a time. When I reached our room, I found Justin stripping her. He was frantic, and she was giggling.

"Justin," she whimpered when he ripped her dress open.

She wasn't upset, just shocked. And I was shocked too. Ripping clothes off was my thing. I stepped back, leaning against the door as I watched him kiss her. The way she melted into him was incredibly sexy, but I wasn't ready to join in. I just wanted to watch for now. She reached for his clothes, pulling his shirt over his shoulder. She dropped to her knees, pulled her shirt down, and pushed him back a little so he was sitting on the edge of the tub. She took his dick into her mouth. He dropped his head back and groaned, fisting her hair.

"Fuck, baby. That feels amazing," he groaned, guiding her.

I was completely hard; it was almost painful standing there and watching. His eyes met mine; the smile he gave me was intoxicating.

"Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to join us?" he asked with a moan.

Chapter 154: I Want More Children

Over the next few hours, Justin and Donald took turns pleasuring me. It was as if they hadn't seen me in days, not mere hours. By midnight, I was spent and limp from multiple orgasms. Justin was giving me a much-needed foot massage while I lay on Donald's chest.

We'd already showered and changed the gum-soaked sheets. He was enjoying the foot rub more than I was—not that it wasn't good, but…

"You can always come by the office if you need to see me during the day. I won't be upset," I said to him. He smiled softly and kissed my ankle.

"Most likely, I will," he replied without hesitation.

"Are you tired?" he asked, his face serious. I shook my head. I was a night owl.

"What are your thoughts on marriage?" he asked. My eyebrows shot up; I looked at Donald. He smiled softly and kissed my forehead.

"I don't know; I haven't thought about it. What are your thoughts?" I asked him. He looked over my shoulder at Donald before answering,

"I want more children," he mumbled.

"Wait, do you want more children?" he asked me. I loved that he already considered Emily his child.

"That's good. We want more children, obviously, unless we adopt. But we'd need you to carry them, to protect them and you if one of us…marries you," he said.

I thought about it. If I had a child with either of them, that child would be protected, regardless of the biological father.

"I don't need protection. Both of you have legacies to uphold and pass on to your children. I think you two should marry," I muttered. Apprehension crossed his face; he glanced at Donald, worry replacing the apprehension. Donald instinctively tightened his arms around me.

"I…don't know," he said softly, looking back at my feet. I pulled my leg down, moving so I could look at both of them.

"Why did you both react that way to what I said?" I asked. They exchanged another look before Donald spoke,

"Baby girl, if Justin and I married, would those feelings you had come back up?" he asked slowly. It took me a second to realize what he was referring to.

They thought that if they married, I would be jealous and feel left out. They had every right to feel that way, considering how I felt just a few days ago, but I didn't feel that way anymore. Not after our conversation.

"No, I'm happy, content, and in love, and I know nothing will change that," I said. They both stared at me for a long time before looking at each other.

Their expressions were priceless; they were so adorable. Justin needed a haircut, or he'd be sporting a man bun like his brother Griffin. I ran my fingers through his hair, resting my hand on his shoulder. I ran my other hand over Donald's chest, pulling them both into a hug. We hugged for a while, Justin burying his face in my neck, inhaling my scent.

Today was the longest we'd spent apart since the hospital, and I could tell Justin was dealing with separation anxiety. Usually, we share extended meals and hang around the office together. It was sad he felt so overwhelmed by my absence, but a small part of me was relieved he couldn't bear to be apart from me for this long. I didn't know what Donald was feeling; he seemed more composed, but that was him. Justin wore his emotions on his sleeve, which I was okay with.

"Just promise you'll take my last name, like Justin will," Donald stated after a while. Justin shuddered and clung to us tighter. He loved the idea.

"I promise," I said with a giggle.

These men were so possessive, and I loved it. We fell asleep shortly after. I woke to the smell of bacon and something sweet. I was alone in bed; it was early, and I instantly regretted staying up so late. Justin walked in, wearing only tight boxers. He looked delicious—lean, tighter this morning, his abs more pronounced. He must have worked out.

"Good morning, babe," he said with a smile, a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Sorry we kept you up so late," he said. I sat up and took the coffee from him.

He had a top-of-the-line espresso machine, and I thanked God for it every day.

Chapter 154: I Want More Children

"Good morning," I said, my voice betraying my tiredness. He smiled again; he seemed giddy this morning, and I didn't know why.

"You want to fuck?" he asked with a cocky grin. I choked on my coffee.

I laughed, realizing he was serious. I looked at the clock; I was already cutting it close. I could see he was hard and ready through his boxers.

"Do you think we fuck too much?" I asked. He feigned hurt but laughed as he stood and pulled down his boxers. His dick sprang out, fully erect.

I put down my coffee and pulled the blanket off. I usually slept naked. He climbed over me, settling between my legs, kissing my neck. He was acting strangely, but I wasn't complaining—at least, not yet.

"Before I do this, I noticed you don't have any more birth control pills," he said into my neck. The realization that I hadn't taken any in a few days hit me hard.

He ran his tongue down to my nipple and sucked on it. I gasped.

"Justin, that's not good," I said, pushing at his shoulder.

"What if…" My words faded as his tongue moved down to my torso, then between my legs, sucking on my clit.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, my back arching.

He slid one arm up, splaying his hands between my breasts, pressing me down into the mattress. Damn it, I loved this side of him. He ate me out so thoroughly I thought I'd cum ten times instead of just one.

When I came down from my high, he was looking up at me, a gleam in his eyes. He crawled back up my body and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his mouth. He spread my legs apart and teased my entrance with his dick, but he didn't push in. He was waiting for my permission.

But was I okay with the idea that I could get pregnant at any time?