She was a woman of worth who not only loved with her entire being, but also deserved love as well.
“You’re happy now. You’re good, and you’re going to live an amazing life.” She took a deep breath, and made her way to the living room.
The scent of the food made her mouth water, and her excitement at the night she had planned filled her up.
The main door opened, and she turned to see Caleb and Damon talking as they entered. They hung up their heavy coats and stomped off their boots.
The moment they saw her, they both went silent.
“Hey, guys,” she said, running her hands down the front of her dress.
“Now that is the best way to come home, baby,” Damon said, moving toward her. He wrapped his arms around her, and she didn’t care about the chill from his body from being outside.
“What is all this?” Caleb asked.
“Well, I thought we should celebrate.”
Damon cupped the back of her head, bringing his lips down on hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning as he traced his tongue across her lips, and she opened up, needing him. “You taste good,” he said, pulling away.
She didn’t have long to wait before Caleb pulled her into his embrace, and took his kiss. Their differences were slight but she’d be able to name each one with her eyes closed.
Her pussy was already slick, ready, and desperate for the both of them. “Did you do all of your chores?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” She pulled away from them. “I thought we could have some food.”
“That’s not all that’s on your mind though, is it, Opal?” Caleb asked. He stole a bread stick, taking a bite out of it.
Heat filled her cheeks, and she offered them both a smile, shaking her head. “No, it’s not all I want.”
Damon stood beside Caleb, and she watched the two of them. “Then why don’t you tell us what you want?”
****
Caleb had never seen such a sexy sight in all of his forty years. The way the dress molded to her curves, he was ready to take her to the floor and fuck her long and hard for hours. The heat in her cheeks was also a turn on. He loved that air of innocence that came with her. No matter how many times he was deep inside her, he wouldn’t ever forget that look.
Opal wanted to be fucked, and hard. She was sweet and naughty mixed together in an irresistible package.
Not only that, he’d seen the change inside her. In the past few days, her happiness grew and spread, surrounding every single part of her, and he loved it. He wanted her more than anything else in his life.
The only thing that would make her look any better was her heavily pregnant with their baby. Fuck. Just the thought of it and he was ready to blow his load.
Damon tapped his arm.
He didn’t need to look at his brother to know what he wanted.
Reaching into his pocket, he held the ring that had once belonged to their mother. He’d been wanting to give this to Opal for some time now.
“Actually, Opal, there’s something we’ve been wanting to ask you, and we need to do it before you try and have your wicked way with us.”
“Oh, what is it?” she asked.
He saw her nerves, and he hated that.
Grabbing Damon’s arm, he pulled him down onto the floor, one knee bent, and together they held up the ring. She gasped.
“We know it’s sudden, and we know that this life is not for everyone, and I could probably list a million different ways that you shouldn’t agree.”