Released: Highgate Preparatory Academy, Book 3
Released: Chapter 20

The rest of the drive to the paintballing site is spent quietly, listening to Ain’t No Sunshine by Black Label Society as we drive through the summer morning. Soon after, we pull into a driveway carved into the woods, a warehouse-looking building nestled amongst the trees. Getting out, we head inside, Loki’s hand wrapped around my own, the guys all carrying their bags of kit.

We’re welcomed by a young-looking guy, maybe a few years older than us who, to be honest, looks like a bit of a stoner with his faded band tee and long hair. He seems to know what he’s about though, shaking each of my Knight’s hands professionally and telling them that they’re up against a group of eight Navy Seals.

“Excuse me?” I interrupt, all eyes turning my way. “Did you say Navy Seals? Eight Navy Seals?” I question, thinking that I must have misheard him.

“Uh, yeah. Is that a problem?” stoner dude—Mark, maybe—answers, looking at the guys with a raised brow.

“It’s no problem,” Ash informs him, not looking away from me with a devilish smirk on his face. He steps closer to me until the front of our bodies are pressed together, and I shiver as he tucks some loose hair behind my ear. “Are you doubting our abilities, Princess?”

I swallow, my throat dry with the sexual tension that thrums in the air between us.

“N–no,” I whisper, taking a sharp inhale as his fingers trace down the side of my neck and across the scoop neckline of my dress.

“Good,” he mumbles back, placing a small kiss on my pulse point, and I feel him smile against my neck when he feels how much it’s racing. Fuckcrumpet. “We’re going to get changed. Wait here with Mark, and we’ll see you in a minute.”

He steps back, and they all head to some changing rooms on the far side of the entrance space. Mark gives me a friendly smile, opening his mouth to say something, then flicking his gaze behind me when we hear the door open. There’s the sound of male camaraderie, and I turn to see what must be the Navy Seals if their matching buzz cuts are anything to go by.

“Excuse me,” Mark apologises, going over and greeting them, with a similar talk that he gave my guys.

I cast my eyes over the new arrivals, wincing when I see that they’re all pretty stacked, although maybe not quite as big as Jax. They give me curious looks in return, clearly wondering what a pregnant teenager is doing here. I see the disbelief on one of their faces, then the wide grins and laughs as all of their attention shifts behind me, so I turn back and my own laughter rings out as my Knights walk towards me.

I’d completely forgotten about the costumes that I’d bought them to go with their paintballing equipment, and I must admit they look fucking hilarious.

Ash and Jax frown as they spot the guys behind me, but Kai and Loki just grin widely at me. I devour them with my gaze, admitting to myself that they still look fucking hot enough to eat, regardless of the onesies each of them wears. Ash is in a skintight devil costume, complete with a forked tail. His ink peeks up his neck and wrists, and the costume just highlights the valleys of all his muscles.

Jax looks almost like he might burst out of his bright green, Hulk onesie, and he’s left it open all the way to his belly button, making my mouth water at the delicious pecs and abs on display. He catches me licking my lips as my eyes dip below his waist and I notice how tight the costume really is over his crotch. Fucking hell, he’s not even hard and I can practically see all the veins on his dick.

My gaze flicks over to Kai, his Stormtrooper onsie fitted and showing off his ripped physique, his glasses adding to this fuck me now geek vibe. He’s left off the helmet and gives me a cheeky grin and wink as he catches me perving.

And of course, Loki steals the show and fucking knows it too. He’s dressed in a bright pink, fluffy, bunny onesie, complete with hood and attached ears, and Jesus have mercy on my cunt because he looks fine as fuck. The zip is open to just above his crotch, his happy trail on full fucking display, and I’ve never wanted to fuck the Easter bunny so much.

“Keep looking at me like that, Pretty Girl, and I’ll have to fuck that pretty mouth of yours,” he tells me, and I snap my gaze back up to see the cocky as all get out grin splitting his lips wide.

Deciding that I need to gain the upper hand in this dickfest, I sashay up to him, running my hand down his exposed chest and pressing myself closer to his hot body. Running my hand back up, I grasp his furry ear as I lean in, placing my lips against his actual ear.

“Maybe I’ll grab these whilst I ride your pretty mouth.”

His hand comes up to my side, squeezing tightly, and he takes in a deep breath.

“Fuck, baby. Now I’m gonna go out there with a boner that’ll be fucking easy to spot. Why don’t you take that beautiful ass of yours over to Jax and give him a matching one? They’ll see him a mile off with that monster standing to attention.”

I shout a laugh as the man in question tells Loki to fuck off, then pulls me away from Loki’s touch, wrapping a hand around the front of my throat and pulling me in for a searing kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him close—or as close as my pregnancy will allow anyway—and give as good as I get, kissing him stupid until we break apart, panting. I lift a corner of my lips, my eyes flicking down between us.

“Done,” I say, loud enough that Loki hears and chuckles. Jax’s own lips lift in an almost smile at my comment.

“Give the others a good luck kiss, baby,” he orders me, and I raise a brow in a semblance of protest, but we both know that I’m going to do it regardless.

Loki grabs me anyway, and I laugh into his kiss when I hear one of the Seals make a comment about ‘that kid’s smuggling an anaconda in his pants.’ Loki swallows my amusement, pulling me closer with a hand on the back of my neck as he deepens the kiss and makes my knees go all weak.

“Good luck,” I manage to breathe out, shivering when I feel someone at my back, pressing me into Loki. Kai’s fresh scent washes over me as he kisses my neck, his hands on my waist turning me around.

Ever so gently, he places his lips on my now swollen ones, teasing me with his light kisses and swipes of his tongue in moves that I know he’s used on my pussy before, leaving me begging for more. Like he has all the time in the world, he deepens the kiss, everything around me disappearing beneath his touch. He ends the kiss just as gently, pulling away, and I open my eyes to stare into his amber ones, full of warmth and heat as they flick down my body.

I shiver and have to bite my lip to stop the moan that wants to escape as the feeling of the plug rushes over me, my inner walls clenching around it. Kai gives me a rare smirk.

“Wife,” Ash calls, disrupting our moment, and I hear the Navy guys behind us splutter and whisper. Rolling my eyes at Ash’s blatant attempt to shock them, and his daddy Dom need to claim me, I saunter over to where he stands a few steps away.

Tilting my head to look up at him, I see the mischief glinting in his grey eyes.

“Yes, husband?” I ask, my tone laced with fake sweetness as I give him a brilliant smile, batting my lashes up at him.

“Were you planning on wishing me good luck too?” he questions, standing there, arms folded across his broad chest.

“As you asked so nicely,” I sass back, pulling his arms open as I lean into him as if I’m about to kiss his lips.

Coming within touching distance, I bypass his lush mouth and instead dip down to his neck, dropping my mouth to it and beginning to suck. A deep, surprised groan sounds above me as I keep sucking, and his hands alight on my hips, clenching tightly. I can feel a hardness growing between us, which leaves me grinning against his neck.

“Fuck, Princess,” he breathes in a rasp. “I’m going to come in my pants if you keep that up.”

Deciding that as funny as that may be, I want him to come inside me or all over me later so I release my grip, beaming when I see the large hickey on the side of his neck, visible for all to see even through the black ink that covers him to his jawline.

“Good luck,” I tell him, my tongue darting out to trace my moist lower lip at the dark fire which burns in his steel eyes.

“Where’s Willow?” he asks instead of responding to my challenge, and my phone vibrates at that exact moment.

“Why?” I question, lifting it out of my pocket and looking at the screen. It’s a message from the girl in question, apologising about not being able to make it today due to horrible period cramps.

“She’s unwell,” I tell him, glancing back up, having worked out that he’d organised her to keep me company whilst they played. His mouth draws into a straight line. “I’ll be fine, Ash. Go have fun, and I’ll watch you get your arses kicked from the viewing platform.”

I point to the stairs that lead to a large lounge-like area and bar where people can watch the game below in the woods.

Ash just smirks at my taunt, his eyes promising retribution for that little slight. I hope it’s in the form of his hand on my arse, but I guess I’ll have to wait and see.

We all turn and head in the direction of the large doors that lead outside to where the game will take place. The Seals head that way too, and we end up walking next to one who gives Ash and I a curious look.

“So she’s your wife?” he asks, clearly letting his curiosity get the better of him.

“Yes,” Ash replies, giving the man a cursory look, his fingers linked with mine as we walk across the warehouse.

“But you let her kiss your friends?” the Seal continues, and I have to give him some credit for having the balls to ask. There’s no judgement in his tone, just curiosity. Before Ash can answer, I do.

“Didn’t your mummy ever tell you that sharing is caring, soldier?” I ask with a grin, and his jaw drops as my guys snigger. After a moment, he roars with laughter, the others all following suit, clearly having heard our conversation.

“Touché,” he replies, still grinning as they start to head out and my boys pause at the door.

“Go,” I tell them, letting go of Ash’s hand and giving them each a shove. With a final look and goodbye kisses from each of them, they do as I say, and a pang of disappointment hits me at not being able to join them.