Briar Valley: The Complete Duet

29. Willow

CHAPTER 29

WILLOW

I FOUND – AMBER RUN

“I’m not sure about this.”

Aalia clicks her tongue, standing behind me in the luxurious hotel room. She scans over my outfit with admiration in her almond eyes.

“You look perfect!”

Arianna stands on my other side, smiling widely. “You look so pretty, Mummy.”

Running my hands over the loose, black material, I move to cup my swollen belly. Nothing fits anymore, and I felt underdressed in the two maternity dresses that I brought to wear.

“Why do I need to get all glammed up? It’s just dinner.”

Aalia laughs like she’s privy to some joke that I don’t get. “Sure.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, nothing.”

We’re camped out in one of Highbridge’s two hotels—the nicer, more expensive one. It’s the twins’ birthday, and Aalia agreed to look after Arianna while we get dinner in town to celebrate.

Hyland is stationed outside with three extra men, ensuring we’re as safe as can be. Despite that, I’m still nervous to go out, and the debate over my outfit hasn’t helped my anxiety.

“Hair up or down?”

“Definitely down,” Aalia decides. “It goes with the dress.”

We settled on a black number, the light, chiffon fabric accentuating my curves. It has capped sleeves and lace detailing, matching the low pair of heels I borrowed from Miranda for the occasion.

Fluffing my loose curls, I add a swipe of pale pink lipstick and call it quits. I’ve gotten far too used to wearing oversized tees stolen from the guys and stretchy yoga pants.

“Okay, I think I’m ready.”

Arianna pouts, flopping on the giant hotel bed in her pyjamas. “It’s not fair. I want to come.”

“I’m sorry, Ari. Not this time. Mummy’s going out to celebrate the twins’ birthday.”

“But I want to celebrate as well!”

“I know, kiddo.”

Pulling her into a cuddle, I smooth her hair. Leaving her behind after the fire wasn’t an option. Two of Hyland’s men are staying behind to guard the hotel room.

“Be good, baby.” I kiss the top of her head. “You can order whatever you want to eat with Aalia, okay?”

That causes her to finally smile.

“Anything?”

I pass her the room service menu. “Go for it.”

“Even ice cream?”

“Especially ice cream!”

She dives into the menu with an excited cry, flipping straight to the dessert section. Aalia smothers a laugh.

“She’ll be no trouble, Willow. Stop worrying.”

After pulling Aalia into a hug, I blow them both kisses and grab my handbag. There’s a knock at the door, signalling the guys’ arrival. Aalia opens it to reveal the three most gorgeous humans on the whole planet.

“Damn,” I comment breathlessly.

Micah’s hand lowers from the door. “Hi.”

He’s cleaned up, slicking his hair back to reveal his defined cheekbones and nose ring. His usual paint-splattered clothes are gone, replaced with plain black jeans and a polo shirt.

Next to him, Zach looks almost identical, aside from his sky-blue dress shirt hanging untucked from his jeans and lack of nose ring. He’s also cleaned up, shaving and trimming his hair a little from hanging over his vibrant green eyes.

But Killian is the biggest difference. I’m used to seeing him in hole-filled clothing that’s streaked in dirt, but with his hair down, dressed in a fresh pair of blue jeans and a tight black t-shirt that reveals his biceps, he looks good enough to eat.

“Drooling again.” Zach smirks.

I click my mouth shut. “Sorry. Little hard not to.”

“Like what you see?” Killian chuckles.

“You guys clean up well.”

Micah holds out a hand for me. “You look so incredible, Willow.”

“Thanks, Mi.”

Giving him a little twirl to show off the flowing fabric, I take his hand, a shiver rolling down my spine as he kisses my knuckles. Zach and Killian kiss a cheek each, and it feels like I’m on fire beneath all their touches.

“Ready to go?” Killian rumbles in a low voice.

“Can’t we blow off dinner and go to your room instead?”

He runs a finger over my bottom lip. “As tempting as that sounds, we have a reservation. Let’s go.”

“Buzzkill,” I mutter.

Leaving the hotel with Hyland’s men following in a tight, armed formation, we walk across the street. The evening air is pleasantly warm, and I’m toasty tucked between the twins’ walls of muscle.

Stopping outside a small bistro lit by candlelight that leaks through the framed windows, Killian gestures for me to go ahead. I keep hold of the twins and head inside the quiet space.

It’s the most perfect restaurant. The place only has a few tables, and it’s completely empty apart from us. We’re led to a circular table in the middle surrounded by candles and fresh flowers.

“This is so romantic.”

Zach pulls out my chair for me. “Only the best for you, babe.”

“It’s your birthday we’re celebrating. Not mine.”

Killian takes his seat. “We haven’t exactly had much opportunity to take you on dates before, so we’re making the most of it.”

Stomach alight with butterflies, I sit down between the twins and directly opposite Killian. The waitress comes to bring us a bottle of water and menus before leaving us alone again.

“Did you guys book the entire restaurant?”

Micah jerks a finger outside. “They insisted.”

Hyland and his men are stationed at the restaurant’s entrance, giving us some privacy.

“So what’s with the fancy spread?” I gesture around.

“What? We can’t spoil our girl?” Killian laughs.

“Something’s going on. You’re acting strange and… happy.”

“Being happy is strange now?”

Now it’s my turn to laugh.

“What do we have to be happy about right now?”

Zach takes my hand on top of the table. “Everything.”

Micah nods in agreement. “We’re making the most of the good and ignoring the bad tonight. That’s the deal.”

When the waitress returns to offer us a wine list, the guys all refuse.

“You can drink if you want. I don’t mind.”

“Not without you,” Killian declines.

After pouring us all water instead, he braces his elbows on the table then stares intently at me. I shiver beneath his attention. There’s something in his eyes tonight—an excited, burning passion.

“So,” I begin. “Shall we toast?”

All lifting our water glasses, we clink them together.

“Happy Birthday.” Killian lifts his glass toward the twins.

Both shrug him off.

“Happy Birthday,” I echo.

Obviously, neither are comfortable with celebrating the day. Knowing the absence they must feel at their father’s loss, I can empathise. Celebrating without Lola here feels hollow now.

Anticipation fills the air as we order food. Something’s up. The twins are both jittery and seem on-edge, while Killian’s got the smouldering stare nailed tonight.

“So what do you guys want for your birthday? I haven’t gotten you anything.”

“I know what I want.” Zach winks at me.

“Me too,” Micah adds.

“And what’s that?”

Reaching across the table to take my folded hands into his, Killian brushes my knuckles with his thumbs. “Willow, there’s a reason we asked you here tonight.”

“I figured as much. What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing bad,” Zach rushes to assure me, reading my trepidation. “But first, we should tell you the whole story.”

“The whole story?”

Micah rests a hand on my leg beneath the table. “Before you left Briar Valley, we made a decision.”

“A big one.” Zach fiddles with his napkin. “We decided that we wanted our family, regardless of whatever life throws at us. Regardless of whether it meant we had to share you.”

My chest constricts. “Guys, you’re kinda freaking me out right now.”

“No!” Killian intervenes. “Look, before you left we talked and realised that we all wanted forever with you, and we were willing to do whatever to make that happen.”

My heart stops dead in my chest. I glance between them all, too terrified to ask if they’re going where I think they are with this.

“We know that we’re not perfect.” Zach laughs nervously. “And things haven’t been easy for us, but this right here is all that matters. Us. Together.”

“And we don’t want anything to jeopardise that ever again,” Micah says with a small, shy smile. “We need to know that it will always be us at the end of every single day.”

“And it will be.”

“We know.” Killian waggles his eyebrows. “We’re going to make sure of it.”

All standing up, Zach pulls my chair out so they can crowd around me. I forget how to breathe as one by one, they drop down on one knee, the candlelight flickering off their matching excited expressions.

“Oh my God,” I squeak.

“Babe, I’ve loved you since the moment we met,” Zach confesses. “You were all bruised and terrified, but I still thought you were the most beautiful, incredible woman I’d ever seen in my life.”

“And I was too scared to even speak to you.” Micah laughs at himself. “You thought I was Zach, but I didn’t care. I wanted to see you again from that very first time. I was fascinated.”

“And when you lied to me about your name, I was secretly impressed.” Killian reaches into the pocket of his jeans. “You had the brains and courage to protect yourself, no matter what I said.”

Pulling out a small, red, velvet ring box, he holds it in his huge hands and pops the lid. Inside is the most stunning diamond ring with an oval stone, surrounded by sparkling circles of jade on a white gold band.

Everything narrows to a snapshot. The restaurant falls away. The staff watching. Our security posted outside. Danger and violence following us at every turn. None of it matters as I stare at the ring.

“This belonged to my mother,” Killian explains. “I took it out of the safe the day you left. We made a pact to propose to you, but then you were gone. I get it now, though. I know why it had to happen.”

“We needed to see life without you in it.” Micah looks sad for a brief moment. “That pain was necessary to make us see the truth, because we wouldn’t have had the strength then to survive this.”

“We had to lose you,” Zach finishes. “To fight for our fucking lives to get you back, over and over, every time the world takes you away from us. And we’ll spend the rest of our lives doing that.”

My cheeks are soaked with hot, salty tears that stream over my skin. I have no idea what to say. That festering wound is still there—the guilt for what I did to them.

Hearing their confessions has brought it all back. I hurt them. Us. Our family and all that I hold dear in this life. We lost so much time because of my own fear.

But somehow, despite all the odds, we’ve managed to hold it together. Throughout fires, threats, violence and pain, it’s still us. And it always will be. No matter what happens, nothing will ever tear us apart again.

“So, Willow...” Killian pinches the ring between his thick fingers. “Will you marry us?”

Mouth flopping open, I cover it with my hands to hold back a choked sob. All I can do is nod my head and look between all three of them in utter disbelief.

“You’re sure?”

Zach scoffs. “You really think we’d do this if we weren’t sure?”

“But… my divorce isn’t even final yet…”

“We don’t care about that.” Micah grips my knee. “All we care about is you. Nothing else matters right now.”

With a balloon of hope exploding behind my ribcage, I fight back a squeal. “Then… yes!”

Killian slides the ring onto my left hand, and I stare at the huge, twinkling diamond in shock. It’s the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen, completely unique and delicate.

I’m crushed into Killian’s chest first as he seals his mouth on mine, hot and demanding. We kiss like there’s no audience, both dancing with the other in a self-destructive battle of passion.

When someone clears their throat, the twins manage to peel him away from me and launch their own attack. Mouths meet and fingers entwine as I’m trapped between them, their lips trailing over my throat and lips.

“How long have you been sitting on that ring?” I choke out.

Killian shrugs. “Since you left. We just needed to find the right time to tell you how we felt.”

“I’m so sorry,” I rush out. “I can’t imagine how much it hurt to find me gone after you’d decided to do this.”

“No apologies.” Zach kisses me again. “We don’t need them anymore. All we need is you.”

“You’ve got me, Zachariah.”

“Good.” He nips at my chin.

“And you’ve got us,” Micah says assuredly.

With all three of them sandwiching me in, I believe it. I’ve got them forever, no matter what Mr Sanchez does to us. It doesn’t matter. Let him burn our whole lives down if that’s what it takes.

We’ll still have each other.

He can’t take that away.

Zach slams my back into the hotel door, his mouth devouring mine. I can barely breathe through the intense attack as his lips consume mine in a frenzy.

Watching us both with matching lust-filled expressions, Killian and Micah patiently wait their turn. I’m at their collective mercy tonight after blowing off dinner early to return to the hotel.

“Fuck, babe,” Zach growls into my lips. “I want you so bad.”

“Open the door,” I command.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Scanning the key card, he walks me backwards into the low-lit room. There are two huge king-sized beds in the room, sat amidst opulence and thick, dark blue carpets that warm the space.

Still steering me with his hands on my hips, Zach’s mouth lands back on mine, hot and heavy. His tongue pushes past my lips to meet mine in an unapologetic tangle.

The backs of my thighs hit the mattress, and I fall back onto the closest bed. Zach covers my body with his, twisting to the side to avoid squishing my midsection in the process.

With his hard muscles pressing up against me, rivulets of desire coil through me, leaving me wet and breathless. Even the slightest of touches is a huge turn on.

“I want to fuck you until you beg me to stop because you can’t possibly come anymore,” he says into my lips. “How does that sound?”

“Like an empty promise until you prove it.”

“Oh, I’ll prove it, babe.”

“You better.”

Lips moving to skate along my jawline, he kisses the slope of my throat, his teeth nipping my over-sensitised skin. Each nibble causes my heart to explode behind my rib cage as lust takes over.

Zach’s head moves lower, dipping over my sternum as he cups my breast through my dress. My nipples are already rock-hard with anticipation. I want his mouth wrapped around one.

“This is a sexy little dress you’re wearing,” he hums, ignoring the other two taking seats nearby. “I’m fighting the urge to rip it off.”

“It’s Aalia’s, so I wouldn’t if I were you.”

“Dammit.”

He tugs me up to pull the zipper at the back of my neck. When he can’t undo it, Micah leans over from his perch nearby to help his twin unzip me.

“Thanks, little brother.”

“Hurry up,” Micah complains. “Some of us are impatiently waiting for our turn too.”

“Nothing could convince me to rush this.”

“Son of a bitch,” Killian curses.

Ignoring him, Zach eases the dress off my shoulders, pulling the top half down to unveil my bra. He makes short work of tearing it off to reveal my bigger, heavier breasts. His eyes are wide with satisfaction.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, babe.”

“Zach,” I whine. “Please touch me.”

Taking a mound in each hand, he secures his mouth to my nipple, biting and torturing the rosy bud. I arch my back, pushing my chest farther into his face as I seek more friction.

Feeling the bed dip with someone moving, I open my eyes to watch Micah circle the pair of us. He moves to stand at the edge of the mattress where he pulls off my heels, pushing my bare legs apart.

“I can’t wait.” He flashes a dirty smirk. “I want to taste this pretty little cunt of mine.”

“Yours?” I gasp.

“You’re going to be my wife, aren’t you?”

Kneeling on the hotel carpet, he leaves Zach to his ministrations as he pushes my dress farther up my legs. I writhe on the bed as Micah slowly peels my panties off, exposing my soaked core.

With his twin still lavishing my nipple and peppering kisses across my chest, Micah’s head moves between my thighs. The moment his mouth meets my pussy, I cry out in pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” Killian praises, standing over us to watch the show. “We’re all going to fuck your sweet pussy tonight.”

Micah’s mouth is a teasing, hot presence against my clit as his tongue flicks through my folds. When his finger meets my bundle of nerves and circles, I can’t suppress moaning loudly again.

Zach’s hand moves to grip my chin tight. “Do you like that, babe? My twin eating your wet cunt while I play with your gorgeous tits?”

“Yes,” I groan.

“How much?”

Pinching my nipple, he lightly twists, sending a burst of deliciously sweet pain through my nervous system.

“I like it a lot.” I try to writhe to relieve the pressure, but Micah’s head between my legs keeps me trapped.

“God, angel,” Micah hums from beneath my bunched-up dress. “You’re so sweet, gorgeous girl. Such a perfect, pretty pussy.”

His hot, dirty mouth only turns me on even more. I moan as he dives back in for more, lapping at my core with long, enthusiastic licks. Killian unzips his jeans above us and frees his cock.

He watches me closely while beginning to stroke his length, a dark, dangerous fire burning in low embers in the depths of his irises. His cock strains in his hand, long and painfully hard.

“Jesus,” he groans. “I cannot wait to bury myself inside of you, princess. Even with these two knuckleheads watching us fuck.”

Throwing my head back, I hold his eye contact as bliss washes over me. The beginning sparks of an orgasm are burning in my veins, intensified by his attention on me.

Micah slides a finger through my folds to moisten it then pushes it deep into my slit. The pressure is exquisite, stretching my walls and adding to the acute sense of impending implosion.

He begins to move, fucking me with his hand and only stopping to swipe his thumb over my clit. Zach’s mouth lands back on mine, swallowing every moan escaping my lips.

“Make her come,” Killian orders them. “She’s on the verge.”

“Such a bossy bastard,” Zach whispers, his teeth nipping my bottom lip. “Come on, babe. Give it up for us.”

Sliding a second finger deep into me, Micah follows his brother’s words with several fast pumps, pushing me right over the edge. I scream out his name, my legs tightening around his head.

It hits me in long, slow peaks of burning bliss. My body is full of heat, tingling and filling my extremities. As I come down from the high, I find Micah sitting up from between my legs.

“That was so hot.” He licks his lips.

Zach glances down at his twin. “Seconded.”

“Alright.” Killian kicks off his jeans, patience spent. “Come here, baby. I’m done watching this shit. I want you to sit on my cock.”

“Hey,” Zach protests.

“Shut up, kid. She was mine first. Get in line.”

Moving out of the way to let his cousin step in, Micah sits down on the bed next to Zach. I let Killian pull me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as I’m lifted into his arms.

He ditches his boxers and walks me across the room to sit down on the other bed, so I’m planted on his lap. His length is brushing right up against my slit, an inch from heaven.

“You okay on top?” he checks. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m good, Kill.”

Pulling my dress over my head, I’m naked and trembling all over with need. Killian rests back, his hands braced on the bed, letting me take full control of the moment while the other two watch on.

I reach between us to fist his length, stroking it in the palm of my hand. His eyes roll back in his head as I line it up with my entrance and waste no time sinking down until he’s filling me to the absolute brim.

“Goddammit,” he hisses.

Lifting myself, I sink back down so he fills me again, loving the overwhelming pressure of his cock stretching me wide.

“Do you like it when I ride you?” I tease.

His hands grip my hips tight. “Fuck yeah, baby. You look so powerful on top of me like the queen you are.”

Using the momentum his hands provide, I begin to move a little faster, his hips shifting upward to push his shaft deeper inside of me. The twins both watch with rapt attention, both breathing hard.

Killian moves us at a slow, steady pace, rutting into me while letting me control our movements. I shift and writhe on his lap, seeking the perfect angle to make my body sing.

When his cock brushes the hidden, sweet spot buried deep inside of me, I throw my head back and cry out. He props himself up then buries his face in my chest to lavish my tits with his tongue, moving from one breast to the other.

“Are you going to coat my cock in your sweet juices, baby?”

“Yes,” I keen.

“Show me, gorgeous.”

Steadily increasing his pace, he thrusts up into me until we’re colliding in a hard, fast tangle of sweat and gasping. I can see Micah pulling his length from his jeans out of the corner of my eye as he begins to stroke himself.

Just seeing him pleasuring himself at the sight of us fucking is enough to finish me off. I cry through another climax, my vision dimming with the cloud of ecstasy that invades my extremities.

“Killian!”

He roars through his own release, the warmth of his come filling me up and spilling over. I slump down onto him, both of us fighting to catch our breath.

His chest vibrates with a chuckle. “Think you’re done? I don’t think so, dirty girl.”

A pair of hands land on my hips and easily lift me. I fly through the air, ending up spooned in Zach’s arms in a fireman’s hold. He plants a kiss on my forehead while walking me back over to the other bed.

“We waited our turn,” he quips. “Now you’re ours.”

Placing me down on the bed on my hands and knees, he settles behind me, his hand cracking against my ass in the perfect, spine-tingling spank.

Sliding off his clothes while I watch over my shoulder, he strokes his huge cock. I need it inside me. I want to be filled to the brim with his length. Zach obliges my frantic panting by sliding deep into my cunt.

“God!” I cry out.

“I’ll take it,” he jokes. “You want me to be your god, baby girl? It’s a done deal.”

Moving to stand in front of me, Micah’s fisting his length at the perfect height to press it against my closed lips. I eagerly open up, taking his length deep into my mouth and bobbing on it.

With Zach fucking me from behind and Micah’s dick deep in my mouth, I’m overwhelmed. My pussy quivers as yet another orgasm threatens. They’ve barely touched me, and I’m already done for.

Killian watches the entire thing, propped up on his elbow and studying our tangle with contentment. No matter what he says, he loves sharing me like this with his family.

“She’s so wet now,” Zach marvels. “I love fucking this sweet cunt after my cousin’s loosened you up, pretty girl. Is that fucked up of me?”

I can’t answer around a mouthful of his twin’s dick. All of this is a little bit fucked up, but none of us are complaining. This is just how we work, regardless of what the outside world may think of this arrangement.

Cupping a handful of Micah’s balls, I gently squeeze, sucking him deeper into my throat through hollowed-out cheeks. He groans, gripping my hair so tight it’s almost painful.

Zach spanks me again, still moving at a relentless pace. From this position, there’s no pressure on my belly, so we’re free to play as rough as we like.

I know he loves seeing me like this—pregnant and full of his cock. They all do. Their mark of possession is growing inside of me, and nothing can ever take that away.

“Such a perfect princess,” Zach praises, spanking me again.

Reaching around my waist, he finds my clit and tweaks it, sending another jolt up my spine. My teeth graze against Micah’s shaft, and he grunts, fisting my hair tighter.

“Think my twin’s getting close,” Zach whispers into my ear from behind. “Shall we give him a turn?”

Pulling himself out of my mouth, Micah fists his length and pumps it. “Yes. You should.”

Snickering to himself, Zach stills his movements before sliding out of my pussy. The sudden loss is painful, so I whine, needing to be filled again. He wastes no time flipping me over on the bed.

My feet land back on the thick hotel carpet so I’m facing Zach this time, bent over with my ass raised high.

“Mi,” I whine.

“I’m here, angel.”

Soothing my sore ass cheek with a stroke, I feel his warmth at my back. My hands are on Zach’s thighs as he shifts down, giving me access to the glistening length of his cock.

“You going to let me ride your mouth?” He grins down at me.

“Maybe,” I sass.

“Maybe?”

“You heard me.”

Winking at him, I take his dick in my hand and begin to work it up and down. He lays down, dropping his head to the mattress, enjoying the pressure of my hand gripping his erection.

At the same time, Micah pushes the tip of his cock into my entrance, moving teasingly slow. I push back against him to fill myself up, unable to wait a second longer to feel him inside me.

“Shit,” he hisses. “You’re so tight, angel.”

Kissing around Zach’s length, I drag my tongue up the side of his shaft. “Your twin likes my pussy.”

Zach bursts into laughter. “Obviously, babe.”

“That doesn’t make you jealous?”

“If you don’t suck my cock in a moment like the dirty little slut I know you are, I may just get jealous.”

Searing with need, I lick my way up to the tip of his dick then take it into my mouth. His growl of pleasure gives me so much satisfaction. I feel so powerful when I’m pleasuring them.

“That’s it,” Micah encourages as he begins to move. “You’re going to be a hell of a wife if you keep this up, Willow.”

Wife.

I never thought that word would make me feel so warm and loved. I’m going to be a wife and a mother. I’ve gotten everything I ever wanted.

To be loved.

To belong.

To be someone’s whole world.

Surrounded by the men I love, I lose myself to the moment, revelling in explosions of blissful agony. Micah’s moving fast behind me, chasing his own climax.

With yet another orgasm about to take over again, I move faster on Zach’s dick, determined to taste the salty tang of his come on my tongue. His erection jerks in my mouth before he explodes.

“Fuck, babe!”

Hot come pours down my throat in a long spurt. I obediently swallow before releasing his cock and licking my lips so he can watch.

“You’re incredible.” He cups my cheek in awe.

Micah’s fingers dig into my hips. “I’m gonna come.”

His climax hits at the same time as mine. We collide—falling apart together, both shattering into spectacular pieces with perfect synchronicity, his seed adding to the warmth filling me.

I grip the bed sheets as I’m wracked by so much pleasure, it makes my legs weak. After several orgasms, I’m suddenly too exhausted to hold myself up.

Micah catches me before I drop. “I’ve got you, angel.”

I’m lifted up, and I curl up into Zach’s side, feeling the warmth of Micah’s body settling behind me. Killian joins us on the bed, adding to the dog pile, his boxers now replaced.

“That was an interesting show,” he comments.

“Shut up,” Zach claps back.

“I’ll die a happy man if I never have to see your pasty backside again for the rest of my life, kid.”

“No promises.”

“I can’t believe I’m marrying you idiots.” I laugh to myself. “What the hell am I thinking? Two divorces?”

Killian snorts. “It’s hilarious that you think we’d let you divorce us.”

Micah chuckles. “Hysterical, actually.”

“You’re all morons.” I let my eyes slide shut. “But… you’re my morons. Forever.”

Killian kisses the top of my head. “You damn well know it.”