The Santas Who Stole Me (Stolen #1)

Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty-Six

CALUM

Keeper’s voice rings out in the hallway, and I stride out of my room to see where he’s headed. He walks into the office, ushering Georgie in before him.

“What’s the word, Keeper? We find the fucker?” I assume we’re meeting with Georgie because we have a lead. Zee walks in next and takes a seat in the chair in front of Keeper’s desk. We all use the office. Large mahogany desks face each other, one is Keep’s, the other is mine, but I never sit there, and Zee does most of his work in the office in his room with all his computer screens. When we meet here, Keep sits behind his desk, and Zee sits at mine, while I lounge in the oversized leather chair.

Today Keeper is in his chair behind the desk. He dropped Georgie in the chair next to mine. Zee stands to the left leaning against the bookshelf on the wall. I turn to my older brother for an answer. He looks happy as fuck so I know something is up.

“Georgie is having my baby.”

The breath leaves my lungs, and my heart dries up. I can’t look at my brother or the girl I’d give my last breath for. I meet Zeke’s cold black-eyed glare.

“So that’s it then, you made your choice and it’s Keeper?” Zeke asks with a dead stare on Keeper. I’ve seen this look on Zee at jobs. He wants to hurt someone. Make them bleed, so he can feel their life slip away the moment it’s gone. He is going to kill Keeper, and I might let him.

“What?” Georgie’s confusion gives me a pause on considering how I’m going to murder my brother.

“Are you choosing Keeper?” Zeke asks again, and I think Georgie suppresses a chill at the intensity of his voice.

“Keeper, explain,” I demand.

Georgie seems to be at a loss for words. I know Zeke, he’s ultra-calm, which means he’s about to spread violence. We spit shook, so he won’t kill Georgie, but we might need to remind of that before he makes someone bleed.

“I want a baby. Georgie’s not on birth control. The first baby is mine.”

“First baby?” Zeke’s gaze drops to her stomach, and Georgie’s face falls in fear.

“I’m sorry. I thought I was up to date on my birth control shot. We haven’t used any other protection. I didn’t mean for that to happen. It’s only been a short while, so it’s unlikely there is a baby.” She puts a hand on her stomach then quickly moves it when she realizes what she did.

“Are you mad?”

She directs that question to me.

“So it’s Keeper? Things are ending between us?”

She looks hurt. Well, I feel the same. Georgie comes and sits on my lap and kisses my forehead before speaking. “No, of course I don’t want things to end between us. I know it’s weird and a little selfish, but I want all of you. I love you, Calum.”

Blowing out a breath of relief, I bow my head into her neck. Like a creep, I sniff her coconut shampoo, unsure when we got more of her brand. I’m sure Keeper bought it for her.

“We agreed to let you pick one of us. But damn, Georgie, I think you took ten years off my life just now when I thought you were letting me go. Fuck, don’t do that to me again. I don’t care if you have my brothers, as long as you have me too.”

“What are you saying?” Zee hasn’t moved from the bookshelf, and I don’t know who he’s directing his question at, but I offer my answer.

“Georgie shares herself with all of us. It is what she wants and seems to be working out so far. New rules though.”

“What do you mean you agreed to let me pick one of you? And what is this about rules?” she asks.

“Cookie, we all wanted you from the moment you walked into our lives. We agreed to play fair and let you pick, but I can’t do that anymore. We need new rules.”

Georgie looks around, as if she can’t believe what I’m saying. The guys understand though. None of us are letting her pick just one of us, so she gets all of us.

“Like I said, the first baby is mine,” Keeper repeats, as if he already had this worked out, and we need to keep up with his plans.

“Then I want husband status.” Zeke pushes off the wall and sits in the chair next to us.

I inhale her sugary scent. “Fuck no, I want her as my wife too,” I add, and Keeper nods in agreement.

He wants Georgie as his wife too, but he wants her baby more, so he keeps silent. The baby will tie her to him forever. It’s a give and take.

“Second baby is mine. When, and if, you’re ready for that, Georgia.” Zeke gives her a smile.

I’m still not used to his face that way, and I roll my eyes at the way she smiles back. “Fine, but she sleeps in my bed,” I tell them.

“No deal, rotate or all together,” Zeke counters.

“I’ll agree to rotate,” Georgie throws out there.

I think she gets it now. This team meeting is about how we share Georgie.

“I want her to take my last name,” Zeke states.

I shake my head. “Not happening, but we rotate watching her at the diner too.”

“Agreed,” Keeper and Zeke say at the same time.

“Georgie, state your rules so we can spit shake.” I start kissing her neck, hoping it sweetens the deal, so she agrees to my wife request.

She sighs at my kisses, and I keep at them since they are having what I hope is the intended effect. “You all want me? Babies? Wife? I don’t understand.”

Hasn’t she been paying attention? We’re all dying with the thought of her as ours. I know Georgie, she thinks she’s a mess because she has a past that left her with scars and doubts. We all do. It’s why we work. Things are different now; she has the three of us. I swear on everything, I will cut anyone off at the knees who considers harming her. I know my brothers are the same. Her happiness is my new obsession. I consider the true weight of that, since killing has been my obsession for so long. Who knew this tiny, sugary-sweet woman would change my entire reason for being.

“As I said earlier, we haven’t been clear enough. Georgie, if you are questioning any of this, let me spell it out. You will have my baby and my love. As long as my heart beats, it will be for you.”

The look that passes between Keeper and Georgie at his declaration is so intimate that if I were normal, I would feel guilty for intruding. As it turns out, I only feel relief my brother loves her as much as I do.

We sit in silence waiting for her response.

Her hand trembles a second as she wipes a small tear from her cheek. I grab her hand and taste the salty drop when I place my lips against her finger, then say, “I meant what I said; those are mine to take away. Promise I’ll do my best to make them good tears, though.”

“Tell us what you want, kitten.” Keeper, ever the stiff asshole, tries to keep us on target for his team meeting.

She straightens her spine, and I place my chin on her shoulder, willing the contact to give her strength. “I want you all, with me and only me. It might not be fair, but I don’t think I can handle another woman with any of you.”

“That’s a given, go on.” Keeper links his fingers together and places them on the desk like some sort of evil mastermind devising a plan. Some of his usual bravado is gone. He needs a spit shake about the baby. Even if Georgie says no, I know my brother, he won’t give up on trying to convince her.

“Same for me,” I say.

“There will never be anyone else,” Zeke tells her.

I want to throw my knife at the fucker for turning into a romantic loon, but I let it go. Eyes on the prize. I need them to agree to letting her be my wife, and stabbing Zeke will not make her more agreeable.

“Then I’m all in. Babies, wife if you each want that with me. I’m not picking one of you though, don’t ask me to do that. I’ll agree to have the first baby with Keeper, but what if I’m already pregnant?”

“It’s unlikely with the timing of your cycle. Doesn’t matter, the first baby is still mine. But I will do everything I can to fill your belly, Georgie. The rest of you wrap up until she’s pregnant.”

“Agreed if you do the same when it’s my turn to have a baby.” Zeke tilts his head, studying Keeper for lies.

He must not find any, and Keeper quickly replies, “Obviously, agreed.”

I don’t think it will be long before she becomes pregnant, and I can sink into her the way I like without anything between us. Keeper better do it quickly though.

“I’ll agree to rotating beds if group sleep is in the weekly rotation,” Georgie adds.

“Marriage?” Zeke asks again.

My heart pulls. Despite her words, I’m still worried she’s going to pick Keep. He was the first Santa to steal her after all.

“We can each ask her. I will find a way to get Lee to make it legal, kitten.”

The grin across her face is the biggest I’ve ever seen, and I squeeze her tiny waist.

“Deal.” Zeke spits on his hand and puts it out in front of Georgie. Her nose wrinkles looking at it, and I laugh.

“Cookie, I spit in your ass yesterday morning and you weren’t making that face.” A pinkish red shade cuts across her cheekbone, and I decide it’s my new favorite color.

Keeper lets out a tsking sound at her blush but stays silent about how my girl likes it dirty. Keeper makes his way around the desk, spitting in his hand and placing it next to Zeke’s, and mine follows. “Spit shake Georgie, and I promise to show the guys how you like it to run down your pussy.”

She shivers and does as we request. I shake hands with Zeke, she shakes with Keeper, and then we switch.

“It’s a done deal now, kitten. You’re ours,” Keeper says before he hauls her off me, lays her out on his desk, and pulls her legs apart. Zeke gets her undressed, and they turn to me, waiting for me to keep my promise to my girl, our girl.

“I made several promises, Georgia, so spread those legs so I can start delivering. Seriously, you have the most perfect pussy. I thought your cheeks were my favorite color pink, but it’s definitely these lips.” I run two fingers down her center. She doesn’t need our spit, but no one complains about too much lube. I lean over and roughly spit right at the top of her slit. It makes her lips glisten in the reflection of the lamp light Keeper has on his desk.

“Already gushing for us. Go ahead, boys, she’s waiting.”

Keeper and Zee follow, and the spit starts sliding down.

“Rub that in your pussy, Georgia.”

She follows Zee’s order, and her body jolts when she rubs the liquid on her clit. It’s a slow, agonizing circle, and I could watch the movement for the rest of my life. Her fingers rub her swollen nub, her hips jerk, and her moan is too much for my impatient brothers. Zee crawls up the desk and fucks her mouth with his tongue while Keeper latches onto her nipple with his mouth and roughly grabs her other breast.

“You always leave the big jobs to me.” I crouch between Georgie’s legs that are stuck to papers and slightly shaky. My tongue fucks her sweet hole, and she lets out a yelp when my teeth graze her clit. I can feel her walls tense around my tongue.

“I want us to come together,” she says, turning her head.

Zee is kissing down her neck, and Keeper’s mouth makes a pop when he releases her nipple. Fuck, her tits are perfect. In no time we are all standing in front of her. Zeke is palming his dick in a slow, methodical way, Keeper is clenching his teeth at the look of our perfect girl spread out on his desk, and I continue to be in complete awe of how magnificent Georgia is. Her eyes are lust-filled when she pushes up on her elbows, looking between the three of us. Her movement makes her tits bounce, and she rubs her clit again. Keeper moves to get in between her legs, and I allow it.

He’s serious about the baby thing.

“Gonna breed you so hard, kitten. Spread wide for Daddy to shoot his cum deep,” Keeper says.

“Come for us, Georgie,” I order her. My hand moves up and down my shaft, and I tug on the piercing. The pain shoots straight to my balls. I like a little bit of pain, but this isn’t about me getting off. It’s about us sealing the deal with Georgie.

She holds her fingers inside of her pussy as her orgasm starts, and her body shakes.

Zeke shoots his load across her belly silently with a clenched jaw. I go next, adding to the mess on her stomach, moaning, as the white glossy ropes splash on her skin. Keeper is next, his dick twitches and adds to the liquid on our girl, but then he shoves his cock inside her, making her eyes roll back as she comes again, and he grunts, finishing inside her. When he’s empty, he pulls out.

“Ours,” Zeke says.

“Ours,” my brother and I repeat.