Semua Bab Pleasured By My Husband's Twin Brother : Bab 181 - Bab 190

CIARA'S POVI knelt on the floor of the walk-in closet the next morning, surrounded by half-unfolded clothes and the faint scent of the cedar blocks Cain had tossed in with our things. My back protested a little but I ignored it. The baby had been quiet since those first kicks yesterday, like it had used up all its energy making its point. Cain was in the kitchen making breakfast, or pretending to. I could hear him moving around out there, pans clinking, probably burning toast again while he tried not to hover.We hadn’t talked much after the kick. Not really. Just touches and half-sentences and that heavy, beautiful silence while he kept his hand on my stomach like it anchored him. But the fight from the day before still lingered under everything. His need to wrap me in safety. My need to breathe.I reached for another box shoved in the back corner. This one wasn’t labeled. Probably his. I peeled the tape back and dug through it, expecting more of his shirts or that beat-up leather j

CIARA'S POVThe phone rang while I was sorting through fabric samples at the kitchen counter. Cain had finally let me sit on a stool instead of hovering over my shoulder every five seconds. Progress. Sort of. His hand still brushed my lower back every time he walked past, like he needed the reminder I was solid. Real. Here.I glanced at the screen. Alice. My chest loosened in a way it only did for her.“Hey, you,” I answered, putting her on speaker so I could keep working. Cain looked up from the coffee he was pouring, eyebrows raised. I gave him a small nod. He stayed close, of course. Leaning against the counter, arms crossed, listening.“Ciara.” Alice’s voice sounded lighter than it had in months. Still tired around the edges, but steadier. Like she was coming back to herself. “How’s the new place? You nesting yet?”I laughed softly. “Trying to. Cain’s doing most of the heavy lifting. Literally. He won’t let me carry anything heavier than a pillow.”From across the counter Cain mad

CIARA.Seraphine showed up unannounced the next afternoon with two bottles of sparkling grape juice and a look that said she already knew too much. I’d barely opened the door before she pushed past me, eyes scanning the half-unpacked living room like a general surveying a battlefield.“Where is it?” she demanded.I blinked. “Where’s what?”“The ring, Ciara. Don’t play dumb. Alice called me last night after she talked to you two lovebirds. Said Cain sounded like a man about to propose and you sounded like a woman about to bolt. Spill.”My stomach flipped. The baby kicked hard, picking up on my spike of anxiety. I pressed a hand there, trying to breathe through it. “How did you—”“Because I know you.” Seraphine set the bottles down with a clink and planted her hands on her hips. Her curls were pulled up in a messy bun, and she wore bright red lipstick like she meant business. “And I know that man of yours. He’s been carrying that thing around like a live grenade since before you left th

CIARA.The boutique smelled like vanilla candles and expensive fabric. Soft light filtered through white curtains, and classical music played low in the background. Seraphine had picked the place, of course, declaring it “neutral territory” after she found out we’d gotten engaged without her grand balcony plans. Alice had flown in for the weekend, and for the first time in forever, it felt like the three of us against the world again.No boys allowed. At least that was the rule until it wasn’t.“Try this one,” Seraphine said, shoving another dress into my arms. Ivory silk with a soft flow that skimmed over my small bump instead of hiding it. “And don’t give me that look. You’re glowing, not showing enough to scare anyone.”Alice sat cross-legged on the plush couch outside the dressing rooms, nursing a coffee. She looked better. Eyes clearer, shoulders less tense. Medical school had her in scrubs half the time these days, but today she wore a simple sweater and jeans, hair pulled back

CIARA.The sky stayed clear like it knew better than to ruin this. We kept it small. Just Alice, Seraphine, Bobby, and a handful of people who hadn’t tried to destroy us. The same quiet overlook where Cain had proposed. The ocean stretched out behind us, waves steady like a heartbeat. No big crowd. No flashing cameras. Just us.I walked toward him on Alice’s arm, the dress flowing around my legs. My hands shook. The ring he’d given me caught the light with every step. When I reached him, Cain looked at me like I was the only real thing in his world. His eyes were wet. I’d never seen that before.The officiant said a few words, but I barely heard them. All I could focus on was Cain’s hands holding mine. Rough. Steady. The same hands that had pulled me out of hell and held me through every nightmare after.“Your turn,” the officiant said gently.Cain went first. His voice came out low and rough, the way it did when he was trying not to fall apart.“Ciara. I saw you long before you saw m