Her Brother, Her Mate

3 months later….

“Apologize,” I sneered at Mark.

“For what?”

“You know what. Now apologize and fix it.”

“Hadley, sugar, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

I’m about ready to snap his neck off if he doesn’t bring back the coffee shop at the front of the resort. I know it was him. He was the one who begged me to go on vacation, taking 2 weeks off before I was too fat to travel, after hounding me for an entire month about my caffeine intake. I have one latte a day. One. It’s a craving and my doctor told me it was fine, but he read in some stupid baby book that caffeine was bad for babies, and started nagging me to stop drinking coffee entirely.

He could have sweet talked that flirty damn barista into switching my espresso to decaf like Mitchel did, but he was still worried and got his mother to take out the entire coffee shop, replacing it with a flipping Jamba Juice instead. I’m not craving juice. I want my damn latte.

“If I don’t have a cinnamon dolce latte in my hand in the next 10 minutes, you are sleeping in the damn living room until the babies are born.”

“We won’t all fit on the couch though,” he pouts.

“You’re right. I’ll be in my nice big bed. You and Mitchel can cuddle each other on the couch.”

Mitchel was already on my s**t list from telling another couple sitting close to us at dinner last night, who was a little too curious about my relationship with Mitch and Mark, about my inability to suck their c***s right now because of my morning sickness. I almost died of embarrassment. He spent the last night of our cruise on a lounge chair on our balcony. I refused to share the bed with him and told him to suck his own c**k out in the cold.

“Sugar,” Mark pleads, “It’s bad for the babies.”

“You’re bad for the babies, stressing their mama out like this. 9 minutes, Mark. I’m not joking.”

“Fine, but I’m getting decaf.”

“You get decaf, you’re only going into the room, not the bed. You’ll be sleeping on the floor.”

“Hadley, come on.”

“8 minutes,” I glared at him, leaning back in my work chair, crossing my arms above my swollen belly.

Mark grumbles, then stomps out in a huff, muttering about hormones and something like ‘swollen t**s aren’t worth this’. He’s not touching my swollen t**s for a long time if that’s the way he feels.

Vivian enters my office after watching her son walking down the hall. “I told them it was a bad idea,” she chuckles.

“Them?”

“Oh, yes. Micah is the one who showed him the baby book and did all the work while you guys were away.”

“Stupid, meddling old man,” I growled, my hand rubbing circles on the side of my belly where one of the babies had just kicked.

“Want me to make Micah sleep on the couch too?”

“Yes,” I mutter, “I need my latte. Why can’t they just understand?”

“They’re men, sweetheart.”

Stupid men. Mitchel and Mark, true to their word, knocked me up, and now I’m waddling to the bathroom every 20 minutes, craving ridiculous things like movie theater popcorn with nacho cheese and jalapenos, and can’t fit any of my clothes because the jerks are werewolves, meaning I’m growing these babies twice as fast as a normal human. My back hurts. My belly hurts. My feet hurt. My knees hurt. Everything hurts because they decided to f**k me nonstop for a week, making me do stinking handstands after each time, trying to play it off as normal, saying they were just massaging my feet standing up. Who gives a foot massage standing up?

“Did you give any thought to what we talked about before you left for your cruise? You said you were going to think about it while you were away.”

“About taking over the resort?” Vivian told us she was thinking about retiring, wanting to focus on being a grandma now, and so she and Micah could travel. She asked me before we left on our trip if we would be willing to take over the resort. Well, if I would be willing. She said she didn’t trust her sons quite yet, but trusted me impeccably. “Did you talk to Matt and Lilly?”

“I did, and their answer was the same. Matt would get a third of the ownership, just like his brothers, but they both wished to remain in the packhouse. One of their sons will be taking the Gamma position after Matt and they wish to stay on as ranked members. You will be the general manager, and since you are mated to two of the owners, you are technically the owner too. You are the most qualified and I believe you will do great,” she leans forward and places her hand on my belly, “and I’ll be free to help with the babies!”

I bit my l*p, thinking about her offer. I talked to Mark and Mitchel, and both thought I should go for it. They both work in the resort now, Mark as the head of security and Mitchel working with me as an event coordinator. I thought they would be too distracting to work with, but after laying down some ground rules, like no PDA in the office, and no harassing the staff if they say anything off putting about our relationship, it seemed to work out great. Mitchel gets a little protective at times when we are dealing with clients and bookings with single males, and Mark will be fuming on the other side of the security cameras if he thinks a guy is checking me out, but instead of causing a scene at work, they wait til we get home and take it out in the bedroom. I have no problems with that. Not. At. All.

“Okay. I’ll do it,” I smiled at my future mother-in-law as she shot up out of her chair, clapping her hands and laughing.

“I’m so happy! Micah is going to be thrilled to hear the news.”

“What news?” Mitchel pops his head into the office. My eyes tighten, still upset about last night.

“She said yes!”

Mitchel makes a face, “Did you ask her to marry you?”

“No, you little s**t. She said yes to letting me retire. To taking over as general manager for me.”

“Really? That’s great! Now I can tell everyone I’m sleeping with my boss.”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, I think that would be unprofessional. Maybe she should snuff out that problem before it becomes an HR issue,” I glared at him.

“I’m just kidding, baby girl. Don’t be like that.”

He comes into my office, dips down, places one arm under my knee and another around my back as he lifts me, setting me in his lap when he takes my seat.

“You need to quit sharing the details about our s*x life, or you aren’t going to have a s*x life any longer.”

“I’m just teasing you, baby,” he nuzzles my neck, rubbing circles on my belly, his hand warming as his magic helps to alleviate some of my discomfort. An involuntary g***n leaves me, making both him and Vivian chuckle.

“I used to love it when Micah would do that.”

“Do what?” Mark asked, panting as he strode into the crowded office. He has my latte in his hands and I reach out greedily for it as he tries to catch his breath.

“Take the pain away with his magic hands,” Vivian chuckles, nodding to Mitchel’s hand glowing against my belly.

I suck down some of my drink, moaning when the hot liquid coats my mouth. I squinted at him accusingly, knowing it was not fully caffeinated.

“It’s half-caf, you stubborn woman. If I have to sleep on the floor, so be it.”

I want to be mad, but his pouting is cute and makes me feel other things instead. They should both thank my hormones because the hormones are making me crave other things right now. My eyes roamed Mark’s body, his shirt tight across his chest and around his biceps. I take another long, deep drink from my favorite latte, my eyes never leaving Mark’s body as I continue to study him, then lick my lips as a little bit of whipped cream drips from my lips.

“I sense a mood swing,” Mitchel chuckles in my ear, his nose roaming down my neck, then nibbling on his mark. “A good one.”

Mark’s eyes lit up, knowing he was not in the dog house, and he was about to get lucky instead.

“Me too,” Vivian laughed, shaking her head, “Go, you three. I’ll be able to handle the rest of the day without you.”

The boys waste no time getting me out of my office. I don’t protest as Mitchel carries me through the resort to the elevators. Mark presses the button at least twenty times before the doors open. Neither of them got any fun time the last two days. Their insatiable s*x drives were waiting for this moment.

I giggled to myself at their impatience, sipping down my latte.

“You’re laughing now, but I’m going to have you screaming in just a few minutes,” Mark growls.

“Hmm, I can’t wait.”