Gifted Connections 4

I sighed and flopped onto my back. I really didn’t know where this nymphomaniac was coming from. I guess some of Remy’s desperation was wearing off on me. There was a need in me to please my men as much as possible. I wanted to reassure them that, no matter what our future held, I was theirs no matter what.

“Breakfast is going to get cold,” Jace traced his fingers down my breast. It hurt, and I looked down to see Remy must have marked me with his stubble last night.

“I don’t care, if you don’t,” I stood up and went to grab the silk robe that I hung behind the door.

Jace was on me in seconds. He grabbed my hips and yanked me back to him. “Time to scream my name,” he muttered as he marched me to the bathroom.

“It’s really not fair to have to hear that all night, then this morning,” Jaxson grumbled as he pierced his French toast with his fork.

Drake had made French toast the night before, so all he had to do was pop it in the oven this morning. Another pan was waiting to be put in the oven closer to nine.

I took a seat at the table, trying to hide my face. I didn’t know why I was losing all my inhibitions. I think part of it was a desperate need within me to reassure them that they were my guys.

“Knock it off Jax,” Drake muttered as he handed me some sausage links.

“I’m sorry if I disturbed your sleep,” I tried to give him my best repentant look, but I knew it failed horribly.

“Who are you sleeping with tonight?” Jaxson pierced me with his pale grey eyes.

I took a sip of my coffee that Troy handed me. I shrugged. “I really haven’t given it much thought. You know I never premeditate it.”

“Can-” Jaxson started.

“Seriously Jaxson, this is Christmas. Our first Christmas together,” Troy stated as he rolled his eyes. “You know if it were you making her make all that noise you wouldn’t be so sullen. Personally,” he paused and winked at me, “I found it to be…hot.”

I blushed. “Okay, guys enough talk,” I stated as I ran over to the tree and grabbed the gift I got for Noah.

“That’s not how this works, Blake.” He chuckled. “We have to wait until we are done eating and then take our family picture, then we open gifts.”

“I’m done,” I responded cheerily as I stuffed my mouth full of French toast. I nearly gagged, and my cheeks were outrageously full.

Drake chuckled before he leaned into me to kiss my cheek. “Merry Christmas, Blake,” he whispered against my ear.

I hastily tried to finish my mouthful of food. “Merry Christmas.”

“I’m still ravenous,” Remy stated with a laugh. “I may even get seconds or thirds.”

I shot him a playful glare. I tried to talk to him telepathically. After all the fun we had last night, you’re doing this to me?!

I frowned when he continued to look back at me. I had been so excited to watch the guys open my presents to them. I had been so eager to see if they loved them as much as I hoped they did. I felt slightly deflated when he didn’t respond. I missed my gifts, more than I thought I ever would.

“I’m just playing, baby girl,” Remy stated with a frown. “We can open gifts now and then come back to eat.”

“We’re not changing our habits,” Jace said with a wicked smile my way. “We’re not going to encourage that impatient behavior.”

I snapped out of the dark path my thoughts were leading me down. “Fine.” I sighed dramatically.

Troy scooped me up unexpectedly and I squealed. “I don’t know, if I had the night and morning you guys got, I would tattoo her name on me.”

I giggled as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Lies. Forever or not, you would never put my name on you. I would never allow you to!”

“What about our children? Can I put their names on me?” he asked against my ear.

My breathing caught. I took my birth control religiously. I really didn’t even want children yet, maybe not ever. After seeing Harry yesterday, it only further frightened me. I was a science experiment. Who knew how many children I could have or if they would suffer the way some of the other children Hazel had created would.

I found myself shaking off my thoughts once more. This was Christmas, after all. “That’ll be fine with me,” I stated as I kissed his cheek.

He set me down and rubbed my flat belly. “When you’re ready. When we’re ready, I would love to see you swell with my baby.”