Seven Brothers of Sin

But we know what we want. It’s been all too clear for months now, and Sam fixes her with a hot blue gaze then.

“Baby girl,” he begins slowly. “We’re rich as fuck. Did you know that?”

The brunette blinks at us, uncomprehending.

“No, I didn’t,” she says in a trembling voice. “But why would that matter? Why, what difference does it make?”

Sam speaks then, his massive build leaning against a wall casually. But nothing about this is casual. Our goal is about to be revealed, and everything depends on Macy’s reaction.

“It matters because these two losers,” he says, pointing to me and Will, “have their own company. It’s not public so far, but it will be soon. And then our fortune will be out in the open.”

But Macy’s confused, shaking her head.

“But what does that have to do with me?” she asks plaintively, tears in her eyes. Oh god, she’s so beautiful that I want to kiss it all away and be done with it. Unfortunately, this isn’t the time.

“What Sam’s saying,” interrupts Ford. “Is that there’s a lot of money in our family,” he continues smoothly. “And there’s seven of us.”

Macy shakes her head mutely, still not understanding. I don’t blame her.

“So?” comes a whisper. “What difference does that make?”

“It means that if we all get married and have kids, there’s gonna be dozens of grandkids and hundreds of great-grandkids. There’s gonna be a million heirs, dividing the fortune a million ways. And that’s not what we want.”

Macy shakes her head mutely.

“But what you described is normal. That’s what happens to families with money.”

My brothers and I share a knowing look.

“It is normal,” I say gently. “And many successful families divide their fortune multiple ways so that each generation gets less and less. But that’s not what we want. We want our business to stay intact, and our money to stay intact as well. So we’ve decided to have only one heir.”

The brunette cocks her head at us then, like she can’t believe what she’s hearing.

“One heir? But how does that work?” she asks, stupefied. “There’s seven of you. Are some of you not going to have kids?”

The million dollar question is here at last. And it’s important to phrase our answer just right, to strike the perfect balance.

“It works if we share one woman,” is my smooth growl. “All of us brothers have decided that we’re only going to impregnate one sweet female so that she has one baby. And honey, so far that female is you.”

Shocked silence fills the room. The second hand on the grandfather clock can be heard ticking loudly as Macy stares at us, brown eyes disbelieving.

“I’m sorry?” comes her whisper. “I’m sorry?”

Smith nods then.

“That’s right baby girl,” he says, voice as smooth as honey. “We’d like you to be the mother of our child. You, and no one else.”

Macy’s frozen on the couch.

“But why?” comes her shocked whisper. “How?”

Sam chuckles deep in his throat, blue eyes blazing.

“I think you know the ‘how’ already, sweetheart. We’ve been taking turns enjoying your body, haven’t you noticed? Each of us gets an equal shot at impregnating your curvy form, coming bareback in that sweet snatch.”

Macy blushes then, remembering how we come to her room each night, dicks out and ready to spurt.

“Yes, but why then?” she presses in a whisper. “I don’t get it. Why?”

“It’s easier this way,” bursts in Matt, eyes fierce. “Like my bros said, we only want one heir.”

But the brunette wasn’t asking about that. She shakes her head furiously and tries again.

“No, not why as in ‘why are you doing this?’ Why, as in ‘why me?’ What makes me so special? You could have anyone,” she chokes, face falling. “You don’t need some girl without a college degree, with no options, and no family now,” come the tortured words.

All of us gather around her then, our gazes fierce, protective and possessive at once.

“Because you’re perfect,” growls Matt, eyes wandering hungrily that curvy form. “You’re young, fertile, and beautiful as hell.”

“You love to cook,” grunts Smith. “You’ll take care of us and our child.”

“Your priorities are in the right place,” rumbles Sam smoothly. “Hearth and home mean everything to you.”

But I know my brothers are circling the real answer. And I give it to Macy, straightforward and smooth.

“And because we love you,” comes my simple reply. “You’re the only woman who can handle us all, generous and giving. You never hold back, even if you’re tired or sick. You’re always there for us, every single male, and that’s not an easy feat given that we’re demanding assholes. So yes, baby girl. We love you and want you to be the one.”

And at that, Macy softens, those caramel eyes going liquid, her body relaxing for the first time in hours.

“I see,” is all she manages in a whisper, small hands releasing their tense grip on a sofa cushion. “I see.”