Chapter Text
Few Days Later
The fairy lights flickered all around the room, and it was the only light that allowed her to see her reflection. Autumn could see Nick’s reflection in the mirror as he snuck home, the full-size mirror on the dresser at the bottom of the bed catching it all. It was as if time stood still, and the scene became a photograph, as she took it in.
She was on her hands and knees, her hair looked like she had been dragged through a hedge backward, a total rat's nest, long, straggled, red hair. Her eyes were like saucers, with heavy black eye makeup streaked down her face like it had been there for days.
Her lips, open slightly so she could breathe, and the sides of her mouth where her lips met each other had an ache like she had paper cuts in each corner.
Brian was behind her, kneeling behind her, on the bed; he looked amazing in the mirror, so in control of everything. She looked like a complete and utter wreck, a professional slut; the truth was she wasn't anything like this except here in this bedroom with her men, that's what made it so good.
Turning away from Nick, she focused on Brian. He was to die for, what a sight to behold, and she watched as he rode into her, having just growled into her ear how proud he was of her, stopping her birth control so he could fucking knocking her up and her screaming “Fucking god yes,” and they were now both in the middle of an intense orgasm.
The night had not started this way, not by a long shot.
Yesterday:
Autumn and Brian had watched Nick come home, and they both noticed that something wasn’t quite right. “Hey girls, why don’t you go get your stuff for Mrs. K’s house,” Brian had told them since they had finished dinner. He had a gig that night in a little seedy bar and Autumn and Nick were supposed to come to watch him play. Once the girls were out of earshot, he turned to his partner, “Ok spill it?”
“I think I might have to do something that I really don’t want to do tonight,” Nick tells them, sitting down at the kitchen table and resting his head in his heads letting out a deep breath. For a few minutes, all they heard was Nick’s breathing.
Finally, Brian asked, “Is this about the Merrimen case?”
“Yeah,” Nick replies, sounding defeated, “His girlfriend works over at this nasty little strip club. One of us needs to question her.”
“So, you want my permission to sleep with her,” Autumn asks, a small laugh leaving her mouth as she starts to clean the dishes off the table.
“Not if it means losing you, no,” Nick growls at her.
“Nick, all you need to do is ask if you wanna sleep with someone. Brian and I have the same rights. We clear it with one another before and that’s how this all works. But I will tell you this Lieutenant,” she tells him sliding onto his lap as he wraps his arms around her waist.
Still trying to process her words, he manages a whispered, “What’s that?”
“You better use a fucking condom because if you bring home some nasty ass disease they will never find your body.”
She had never seen Brian sing before; as it was something he’d only done a handful of times. However, she had heard him sing around the house, his guitar was a permanent fixture in the bedroom, but to have the chance to see him on that stage, she wasn’t missing this for the world.
Nick wasn’t changing to go out that night, so while he was eating supper she and Brian were getting ready. She wasn’t really happy about Nick heading out tonight to fuck a stripper and it reflected in the outfit she’d chosen for Brian. Gone were the business clothes she typically wore to see her clients, instead, she had decided to go the extra mile that night and wear fishnet stockings, held in place by a black suspender belt, accompanying the matching lace G string and bra that held her breasts in place. Her hair had gotten so long it had a life of its own, wild waves cascading all the way to her waist, huge bright green eyes and full lips, painted red.
She felt a little self-conscious wearing a short black skirt out in public, aware if she bent over a little far, the whole world would get a view of her stocking tops; however, she felt great about the see-though black top so everyone could get an eyeful of the lace design on her bra, and once she had zipped up the black leather stiletto knee boots she was ready for the club.
Nick was finishing his beer as he and Brian talked over the night’s plan when Autumn walked into the room. His beer very quickly hit the top of the table forgotten as he looked her over, while Brian let out a wolf whistle.
“Fuck baby,” Brian tells her, leaning back in his chair, looking her over. “Where did this come from?”
“You don’t like?” she pouted at him as she grabbed Nick’s empty plate.
“I love it,” he tells her, but quickly reading the situation he asks, “You sure you’re OK with tonight?”
“Yes, as long as everyone is under the same understanding,” she tells them, taking the plate over to the sink.
“And what’s that?” Nick asks, concern coloring his voice that it took on a pissed off tone.
“This isn’t a pass to do this all the time. We still need to let others know if we want to sleep with a person outside of the triad.”
“Fine,” Nick tells her finishing his beer as Autumn nods once before leaving the room to grab her wallet.
Biting his lip for a moment, Brian looks from where Autumn had disappeared to Nick. “You do realize,” he says as Nick stands up to leave, “You just opened the door for her to fuck other men.”
Chuckling, Nick tells him, “Yeah, she’s allowed to fuck you. Someone else tries touching her, watch and see what happens.”
“This blows up Nick, I’m taking her side,” Brian quickly tells him.
“Don’t try me, Brian. This can end as easy as it started,” he warns his partner before grabbing his keys off the table and leaving.
“Fuck,” Brian hissed shoving the table as he stood up.
He refused to let Nick’s bullshit ruin their night. They arrived at the club and met up with the rest of his band. As the drinks flowed. Brian kept her close as they waited to go on. He got her a spot at the front of the stage with the other girlfriends and wives so she could see everything, and he could see her.
There was a mist of dry ice as the band came on stage and as it lifted she saw the most amazing sight, there he stood. She knew Brian played guitar and sang vocals but seeing him up there among the lights and the screaming fans were something incomprehensible; just the sight of him made her groan. She stood there transfixed and watched him play, watching how he moved with his guitar riding in front of him as he played.
She knew he had fantastic legs, long, and strong looking, clad in jeans that showed off how great they were, and topped with an ass she could never tire of digging her nails into. Tonight, he wore an old rock band t-shirt, with his strong arms descending from the sleeves; She could make out his tattoos on his arms. She needed a drink or two just to take him in and cope with this side of him.
After their set, she and the other significant others were at the bar, laughing and joking when there was a tap on her shoulder. She spun around on her seat, feeling the effects of the alcohol to see Brian standing behind her. “Is that beer mine?” he asked, his head tilted slightly forward to accommodate their height difference.
“Naturally,” she grins at him, as he slipped his arm around her waist and grabbing the beer with the other. “Ladies,” he says before pulling her away and into the crowd. They sat in a booth and drank more and talked loads about their life together. They were soon left in their own company and closing time had come.
In the cab home, hidden in the dark back seat, only occasionally interrupted by the shadows cast by the streetlights, he reached over and gently put his hand under her chin and moved it round to look into her eyes, subconsciously, her hand reached over and rested on the inside of his thigh.
“Mac, you are one of the most amazing women I have ever had the privilege of knowing. I love you, and I don’t want to lose you to Nick’s bullshit,” he quietly tells her.
And with that he pulled her in, forcing her lips to meet his. Quickly they were devouring each other, and her hand slid up his leg to feel what was underneath those jeans.
He tasted of alcohol and smelled of a sweat, but pure Brian, she thought to fight the desire to bury her nose in his body and take in his smell forever.
Before long they were back at their place. She made them each a drink, took them upstairs to the bedroom, where she lit the fairy lights. She put on some music and sprawled across their bed, lit a joint, and waited for him to appear. She heard his footsteps as he came nearer the door.
Reaching the bedroom door, he leaned against the doorframe, smirking at her. “So I know we’ve been out, but one of my buddies had. So I have a treat,” he tells her.
“Oh yeah, and what would that be?” she asks, leaning upon her elbows to see him better.
Grinning, he walks over to the bedside table and pulls out their small mirror and rolled up twenty before reaching into his pocket and producing a small baggie half full of coke. Sitting down on the bed, he tells her the truth, “I was thinking of waiting for Nick, but since he still isn’t home and it’s,” grabbing the alarm clock, “4 am, I say fuck him.”
“Couldn’t agree more,” she says as she watches him cut it up and make lines across the mirror with his credit card. After snorting a line up each nostril, he hands the mirror to her.
She moved all her hair to one side, sat down her drink and joint, and snorted her own lines, waiting for the drugs to take the heavy emotions away at least for a few hours.
Brian leaned over her on the bed and kissed her, running his hand up her leather boots, over the texture of the fishnet stockings, and found the top of them. He spoke to her and kissed her in between words.
“You make the prettiest slut for me.... I love the stockings. Keep them on; leave those badass boots on too.”
“Brian,” she whispered.
“Yeah.”
“Why are you still wearing clothes?” she giggled and with a giant grin, he was up and hurriedly stripping. Once he was naked, she could see his cock was already hard and dripping. She reached out and touched it, tracing gently up and down its shaft with her nails, and then she had to grasp the girth of it in her fist.
The thick sturdy base pulsed in her hand; she could feel the wetness develop in her pussy, wanting to be fucked by this huge cock.
Brian looked down at the flimsy material of her top and realized that her nipples were so erect they protruded through the lace of the bra. “Fuck! Your nipples are incredible.” And with those words he came over and took a breast in each hand and massaged them, cupping a whole hand each round them, and used his thumb to concentrate on the nipple through the fabric of her top and bra. She couldn't stop staring at the cock as she held it, massaging it almost with slow movements, feeling it in her fist.
“Take your bra off,” he ordered, “I want to see your tits through that top.”
She slipped her hands under the top and did as he ordered and flung the bra over the room. She sat with her back poker straight, shoulders back, allowing her breasts to sit proud, with the voluptuous curve of the underside visible, and the nipples pointing out, allowing enough light through the material to make the areola visible. She looked at him from under her heavy eyelashes, coy “You mean like this?”
“Stand up!” he commanded, with a whispering tone to his voice.
She did as she was told, and he turned her round to face the bed, pushed her back so she had to bend over, as he moved her legs apart, so they were straight, spread, with her, leaned over the bed. As she bent over she felt her tits swing heavily, braless within her top as gravity took its course. The fabric was rough on her sensitive nipples.
He stood behind her; she could feel his cock pressed up against her own ass as he leaned over her, running his hands under the top that her breasts were tightly restrained in, cupping his hands beneath them, taking the weight of each breast in his hands, like he was weighing them, and massaging them. He pulled on her nipples teasing them, teasing her. She wanted him to suck them, but he was in no position to do that. He was smelling her hair, her skin like he was trying to memorize her.
She felt his hands slip away, running down each side of her body, over her waist, hips, thighs, and her calves hidden inside her leather boots, until he was crouching on the floor with his hands on her ankles. She could tell he was looking up her skirt, taking in the view of her pussy lips hidden inside her underwear, her ass, the stocking tops, and she wondered if he could smell just how turned on she was by this whole scene.
His hands slid up from her ankles, over the leather of her boots, onto the texture of fishnets, until he reached their tops, he slipped a finger inside the stocking tops and rimmed around the top, before his hands carried on their journey up her thighs, inside her thighs until they met the hot moist center of her panties.
He pushed her skirt, up over her ass, exposing it to the delicate light, exposing the suspender straps holding her stockings in place. Then they both knew how wet she was.
She stood there bent over the bed, feeling the exposure and the colder air, hit her wet panties, and the sensation went through her, the vulnerability of being exposed, and wet, her body screaming to be fucked and fucked hard by the hard cock that had been in her hand. Her nipples tingled, and her clit gave the odd kick, wanting it too. She absolutely loved this man kneeling behind her, she trusted him, and she wanted him. She felt so aroused, and sensual, and feminine, and a slut all rolled into one. Her pussy was hot and slick, she was turned on at the thought of what he was seeing, and what he was experiencing, and smelling. She felt him slip his fingers inside of her panties and worm their way through the folds of her pussy, his head not far from where his hands were.
“I can smell you Mac; you smell fucking amazing. You’re mine right, all of this is mine?”
“All yours,” she whispered as he rubbed her slit, and caught her clit, and when he did, she gasped as electricity coursed through her veins, or so it felt. He reached up with both hands and grabbed her panties, and he slowly slid them down until they sat just above her black leather knee boots.
Her hair hung down, and she was so aroused at the whole scene, her nipples tingled, raging at the thought of what would happen next. Brian had a few of his own kinks that Nick kept a tight leash upon, and alone it was up to Brian to control himself and her.
She felt his head rest against her leg, and he inhaled, taking in her smells, as he rubbed his face smelling her, up her thigh. The sensation of his facial hair against her skin both through the fishnet stockings and bare flesh was electrifying.
His fingers returned to give her pussy some well-deserved attention, fingering her, inside, deep and his thumb focused on her clitoris. She felt her pussy juice worked out of her with his finger action and could hear the squelching when she tightened her walls around his fingers.
She felt the facial hair brush right up to her ass, rubbing against the cheek; he was still smelling, taking her all in.
He bent under her, removed his fingers, buried his head between her thighs and his tongue started licking, first the juice from his fingers then all around her pussy, his hands on her ass cheeks, pushing them apart to let him closer to her. He bit and sucked on her pussy lips and then he finally made it to her clitoris, bent under her like some thirsty peasant, licking and lapping up her juices as they started to ooze from her, fingering her, as if to encourage more to come from her just so he could lap them up. All the time, his facial hair was stimulating her too, prickling against the soft shaved skin of her pussy lips. He edged her panties completely off so she could open her legs a little wider to let him in more.
Every time his tongue flickered across her clitoris she gasped and made a small yelping noise like he had hurt her, but this pain was so beautiful, so erotic, her knees giving way slightly at every touch. All that flooded her mind was how sensual it all was.
He occasionally removed his finger so his tongue could take its place, and all the time his free hand was on an ass cheek, digging his nails in, pushing it apart, and then he ran his fingers down the crack of her ass, and as he fingered and licked and lapped from under her, he began to massage her hole softly.
She was breathing slowly, deeply, gasping and yelping, her pussy clenching around him. She thought he would make her cum, but he didn't. She was sure he didn't want her spent just yet; they had the rest of the night. He lapped at her dripping lips, and let his fingers run under the belts that held her stockings up, his tongue darting inside of her folds for more.
As suddenly almost as it started, he stopped in his tracks. “You are the most addictive drug I use,” he growls at her.
She looked around and smiled a wicked smile and watched as he licked his own lips, as if not to lose a single trace of her and stood up, reaching for the mirror, the white lines, and the rolled twenty. He took another line, handed it to her and she did likewise.
He remained standing at her side as she sat on the bed. He stroking his massive member, enjoying his own arousal.
She took a few sips of her drink and reached out to feel his cock, that she so wanted in her, but she wanted to treat him the way he had treated her. “Get on the bed,” she ordered him, “Sit with your back against the pillows, spread your legs apart.”
He jumped onto the bed and sat beside her, sliding his backside so he was sitting up in bed with the pillows propping him up. The fairy lights caught in those blue-green eyes, they had a mystery in them, and she could never quite tell what he was thinking. She took him in for a minute, the amazing hair, which on its own made parts of her body throb, his body, the huge cock, his soft sensual face, and beautiful smile. He sat with his back resting on the pillows, upright, feet together at the soles so his legs were open, almost like he was in some sort of yoga stance. The position he sat made his cock look even bigger.
Sucking Brian’s cock was an almost daily occurrence, but tonight she had a need to taste him, to get his cock in her mouth. She needed to suck him, see his face full of the bittersweet grimaces of pure pleasure. She kneeled on the bed in front of him, taking his raging cock in her hand. She ran her hand up and down its impressive shaft, and she knew she wanted to feel it pulse in her mouth.
She bent over and took his cock in her hand, she made eye contact with him from under her eyelashes, pouting, seeing the expression on his face before she took him in her mouth. She licked the end of his throbbing head, making it wet, smothered in her own saliva, then she rubbed it all over her lips, smearing her red lipstick. She watched him, starring into his eyes as she did this, and he groaned, baring his teeth.
She licked his cock all over, making it wet, cupping his balls in her hand as she did so. She maintained eye contact with him as she took his mass in her mouth, sliding it in slowly, delicately, like she had been tasked with sucking the most delicious treat she had ever tasted. It was hot to the touch, and skin so soft, all she could smell was his musky man smell, so domineering.
She removed it from her mouth and took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking it gently, rolling her tongue around it, so she didn't hurt him. She returned to his cock, sucking again, so gently, letting her full lips tighten ever so slightly against his shaft, his head, as it slid out of her mouth. She pushed him deep into her mouth until she felt the throbbing head hit the back of her throat. He slid down the bed slightly, he began pushing his hips up and his cock deeper into her mouth, it was his turn to be gasping with noises of dirty delight.
She massaged the underside of his cock with her tongue, in circular motions, just where the shaft met his head as it passed by on the in and out, slowly between her smeared red-lipsticked mouth. The gentle treatment this cock was getting began to get a little firmer. She was so turned on sucking his cock, feeling it pulse in her face, and used her own free hand to finger herself.
He reached for her nipples under her top and rolled them furiously between his thumb and finger, squeezing them, pulling on them, the sensations turned her on even more. She kept her eye contact, staring into him, feeling subservient, and she loved it.
In between sucks and licks and the sliding in and out she was groaning and talking with his cock rammed into her face; “Ohh, I fucking love your cock, ahhhhhh big throbbing cock, ohhhn tastes amazing, I can't get enough.” All the time saliva was dripping on her chin as he pumped his ass off of the bed and drove his cock into her face, he was making plenty of noise.
She felt her own juice run down her fingers onto her hand as she pumped his cock into her face, so deep, his pubic hair was tickling her nose and she never noticed the sides of her mouth be pulled so tight, the skin broke.
With that, she popped him out of her mouth, looked at him, and gave him a big smile. There was no way she was ready for him to cum yet. She leaned over to kiss him, hovering above him on the bed, skirt rode up, stockings and boots, and him there, completely naked. She rested her head above his groin, ignoring his cock, that had just narrowly missed filling her face with hot cum, and her smelling him, taking in his fabulous masculine smell as she climbed up him like a cat, tracing her route with her tongue, biting his nipples, and kissing him.
He held her head with two hands as they kissed, deep, sensual kisses, tongues completely entwined, wild and meaningful, like lost soul mates who had finally found each other.
She wanted him so badly. He was sitting upright, and she was on her knees as they kissed more and more, gasping. His cock was teasing the lips of her pussy, but she really wanted him on top of her, she needed him there. “Fuck me, Brian,” she groaned against his mouth giving him the control back.
He pushed her backward, so she laid flat on her bed, breaking the kiss, pulling her skirt off, and straddling over her, letting her feel his presence. She loved it when one of her men was pinning her to the bed, on top of her, covering her, protecting her, claiming her as theirs. She loved to feel their weight over her like she was completely submitting to them.
He stared at her again, like he wanted to devour her, his cock, waiting, kicking and pulsating at the thought of pushing her pussy lips apart and getting enveloped by her hot tight cunt. He ran his hands over her stomach, and under the flimsy material of her top, taking a breast in each hand, massaging them, big handfuls, then he rubbed her large erect nipples gently with the palm of his hand.
She parted her legs, and wrapped them around his own, pulling him closer. They kissed again, with the same intensity as before, as his one hand went all over her body and the other grabbed her hair and pulled her closer for their kiss to be deeper.
She moved her hips, wanting him between her legs, her pussy pulsing with the anticipation of his huge cock gently pushing between her, digging its way deeper into the heat, the wetness of her now soaking wet pussy. She could feel it there, cradled in her slit. Her body started to arch, “For fuck sake, Brian please just fuck me, please just get your cock in me, I need your cock in me, now,” she finally begged him.
He stared deep into her eyes as he slowly pushed himself between her thighs. They began to ride each other, gently at first, she moved her hips under the weight of him, maneuvering herself so that her wet lips parted as his cock passed through the folds of her pussy, finding her clitoris and sensuously rubbing against it each time he buried deeper into her.
They continued to kiss, every limb wrapped around the other; her nails trailing up and down his spine as he slid in, slowly stretching her pussy to capacity as he was completely covered by her. His hair hung down was matted and sweaty as it clung to his face, one hand behind her head with a whole length of her hair wrapped around his fist, like a silken rope, as the other held carefully under her chin, pulling her face to his. His soft lips as he kissed her were beautiful, the facial hair against her own skin, arousing, rough, manly.
She rhythmically clenched her tight muscles around him as his strokes continued, languidly, the juices of her wet cunt oozing, slowly but surely trickling from her pussy between the cheeks of her ass, and eventually onto the bed.
He stopped kissing her and started talking in her ear. “Mac, you are so fucking tight, so fucking hot and wet, if you don't stop that muscle action, I will fill you up with my hot cum. Is that what you want, huh? My cum, my baby…ummmm but it is so fucking good, you smell so good, and your skin, is so soft, and all at the same time, you are such a fucking sexy bitch!” And there was Brian’s number one kink, she moaned hearing him talk. He had a massive breeding kink, wanting to get her pregnant, to know that it was his kid she was carrying, and something he could never openly discuss around Nick.
She could feel his cock arousing every inch of her walls like she could feel the veins of that massive cock throb against her muscles as they tightened around him. He was so big filling her up, she could feel his cock fill her belly when he lent on her too hard, and his words, his hair, him touching her all over, the smell of him, the smell of sex filling the room, heady, in the hot air, the baseline of the music thudded in her ear. She could feel her heart beating in her mouth, fast, like a drum in some marching parade.
She could feel her pussy swelling under the pressure, she knew she couldn't go much longer, filled with visions in her head of sucking him, him on stage. It was just too much.
“You, you teasing bastard,” she growled in his ear, she sounded angry, like he was bad, the meanest cunt tease around. “Ohh my god, I’m going to cum so hard on your fucking massive cock. Fuck me harder,” she screamed. He rammed deep and hard into her, increasing his pace, slapping against her flesh, grunting, kissing her, licking her face, she heard her juices lubricate him like some precious lotion, squelching as he rammed into her, stretching her lips open. She couldn't take it anymore, he kissed her again and she curled up into him, her shoulders arching towards him, he did likewise, kissing her, enveloping her, grunting, she grunted as her nails dug into his ass cheeks, helping him ram into her, as her pussy pounded, the heels of her boots, dug into the mattress, and she knew what was coming. She was cumming, he was cumming and then her body was consumed, as if it belonged to someone else, writhing, yelping, spasms, the pulsing and throbbing as her pussy gripped him as tight as it could as he emptied himself wholly into her, She felt a warm trickle of juice run between her ass cheeks as the pumping continued. She could just about feel each stream of his hot cum fill her belly as she came all over his cock with her tight hot cunt, just like she had promised. They kissed each other as deeply as ever as they both came, consumed in each other.
He was still inside her when he lifted his head and stared into her eyes. He didn't need to speak, what had just happened was crazy. He cleared her own hair from her face, and as her chest boomed away from what had just happened, and irregular breaths landed on his face, he held her face again, and kissed her, without any tongues this time, like she was the most precious creature he had known. His lips were so soft.
She knew right there and then she would do anything for these men up to and including stopping her birth control to keep Brian and marrying Nick, and nothing or no one was going to come between them.
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The last few days had fucking sucked as Nick sat once again front row to watch some stripper take her clothes off instead of where he really wanted to be, home. Home with Autumn and the girls, and god he even missed Brian. Autumn had gone ballistic after he had attacked Brian that morning after he’d come home from fucking Merrimen’s stripper girlfriend. He'd walked into the bedroom expecting them to be asleep, instead they were fucking and discussing having a baby without him. Instantly, the guilt of what he’d done hit along with the realization of what he’d be losing. It had been blind rage, and Autumn had taken a hit to the face during the fight, but he couldn’t remember how it had happened. Autumn had thrown him out and Brian had made sure he left. Then today the shit storm with Merrimen’s men they’d lost a man and he’d very nearly lost his life only to find Brian pulling some snipper shit saving his ass. That had ended well.
Hearing a shot behind him, Nick had turned around only to find a gunman hitting the ground and spotting Brian’s reflection before he moved into view.
“Thanks,” Nick said into the coms unit.
“Shut the fuck up,” Brian responded back.
They were the first words Brian had said to him since he'd hurt the woman they loved.
He’d stopped to see McKenna at school. She wanted to know when he was coming home. God, he missed those girls, they both called him 'dad' now. McKenna had slipped one day after he'd helped her with her homework a few months ago and Autumn and Cassady had heard her, and he'd simply told her that if they wanted to and if it was alright with their mom then he'd be honored to be 'dad'. Those two and Autumn and Brian were the only good thing in his life, the only things that truly made him happy. He wanted to go home.
As the music started, he very quickly realized that this wasn’t the usual girl. As he watched his girlfriend start to take her clothes off in front of him and a group of other men as Brian sat down beside him.
“Exquisite isn’t she?” Brian asks him.
“What the fuck is she doing up there Brian?” Nick growls at him, his head jerking toward their woman.
“Our little Autumn has a little exhibitionism kink that we need to help her fulfill, and in doing so we can fulfill your need to fuck strippers,” Brian tells him. “Those are your nights with her. I have my own kinks that we need to discuss, and yes, she has agreed to have my baby, but she wants to marry you, you giant asshole. If you want, she would like you to adopt the girls meaning McKenna and Cassady would take your last name when you marry, my child would take mine,” Brian tells him. "And if you just would have joined us like every other fucking time, we would have told you all this. What the fuck happened?"
"I fucking panicked," Nick tells him. "I did what I always did to solve a case and this time it felt wrong. You and she are good together and I saw that."
“And you call me a fucking idiot," Brian shakes his head. "This woman knows us, the real us. She knows all your fucking flaws from your love of porn and domination to your need to fuck strippers and whores, and she still wants to marry you. Not only wants to marry you but will dress up and let you buy her for the night and just fuck her like you would a $10 streetwalker and she will strip on an amateur night at the club so you can pick up a girl for the night.
Autumn takes their moments of distraction to walk down and land herself in Nick’s lap. “Did he tell you?” she asks.
“You wanna marry me huh?” Nick asks her, smirk firmly in place.
“Well Lieutenant, you still need to buy a ring and ask me, appropriately. Get those requirements correct, then yes,” she tells him.
“Well, I was gonna come home and beg to be let back in. I was going to apologize and tell you I’ll never fuck another stripper again, but I can’t promise that if you’re gonna do this regularly,” he stops to give her a gentle kiss, “I can’t do this without the two of you, the four of you. I don’t want to, so however we need to do this, I’m in. Autumn,” he says, pulling the ring out of his pocket, “Marry me?”
This just caused Brian to shake his head but there was a definite grin on his face. “Fucking typical,” he mutters.
Autumn just shook her head, laughter spilling forth. Catching her breath, she tells him, “You really are a bastard, but yes.”