Author's note: The Swan Jones trio is back for another adventure! I'd like to dedicate this chapter to everyone who's left me a message, reminding me how much you enjoy this verse. Thank you all for your patience while I finished another story. I know this kind of story isn't everyone's cup of tea, so the love it does get is much appreciated! As always, this is a polyamorous Killian/Emma/Liam story filled with romance and dirty sex. If that's not your thing, don't read it. For everyone else, enjoy!

Disclaimer: No and it really is a pity.

Chapter 1

Emma slammed the door of the cab, nodding her thanks to the cabbie. Liam had her car, offering to take Killian to his last doctor's appointment. She wanted to be there but Regina's busy schedule meant this was the only time she could fit Emma in. Since their coming out to the press, Regina's law practice was booming; she'd hired a secretary and put out feelers for a partner.

At least someone's career is taking off, Emma thought.

Emma wasn't bitter. She wasn't. It was far more important to her that Killian and Liam were safe and healthy. She'd taken off work willingly to look after them; indeed, with paparazzi camped out at their townhouse, her job would be difficult to do anyway. Still, as the boys healed, she took a couple of low key cases, things she could do from her office, both to maintain her skills and to get out of the house. With the wedding two weeks away, she wanted to wrap those up and start packing. All she knew about their trip to France was they'd be gone a month. Her boys were being annoyingly secretive about it; she just had to trust them.

It was a testament to how far they'd traveled together that she was okay with that.

She took the elevator up to Regina's office. Regina had chosen a building near Canary Wharf for her new practice, which Emma thought to be pretty typical of the woman. She wouldn't say they were friends, but they got along well enough. That was a good thing because her future as a resident of the United Kingdom was in Regina's impeccably manicured hands.

"Can I help you?" an older man asked.

"I'm here to see Regina Mills?"

"Do you have an appointment?"

Emma fought not to roll her eyes. "Emma Swan?"

The older man nodded. "I'll let her know you arrived," he said, picking up the phone.

"There's no need, Sydney, I'm right here," Regina snapped. "Go do something useful like bringing me some coffee."

Sydney stood, letting out a long suffering sigh, but did as Regina bid. "Would you like some, Miss Swan?" he asked before disappearing.

"No, thanks, I'm good." Emma followed Regina into her office. The space was ultra modern, stark, with a black and white color palate. The only splash of color was painting of crisp red apple on the far wall. "Cozy," she observed dryly.

"It's an office not my bedroom," Regina said, taking a seat behind her desk. "I don't need all that touchy feely crap."

"And you're not a lawyer to make friends."

"Precisely." Regina plucked a file from a drawer. "I apologize for the short notice, but I felt there were some things we should clear up before you leave the country."

Emma sat in a chair, even though Regina hadn't offered. Fortunately, Emma was used to this. "Like what? Do you think leaving hurts my chances?"

"It shouldn't. These things do take time."

"Hopefully it's not as annoying a process as my visa," Emma complained. "I'm still not sure that wasn't on purpose."

Regina frowned. "Why would you think that?"

"According to everything I read, I should have had it in less than a month. It took more than two."

"Perhaps they were backed up. Were there any anomalies in your application?"

"Not that I can think of. It was a standard work visa."

"Interesting. I may put out some feelers about that, if you don't mind. The more we know, the easier it will be to navigate the process."

"Go ahead. It's been bugging me for a while to be honest. Given all the press coverage, I'm surprised it hasn't come up yet."

"The public loves you, which..." Regina shrugged. "I have to say I've been pleasantly surprised. In different circumstances this could have gone in a very bad way."

"So you're saying the bombing helped? That's the reason we were outed in the first place!" Emma cried angrily. "We just want to be left alone! Why can't anyone see that?"

"Emma, from everything you've said, I truly think it would only have been a matter of time until someone used your situation for ill. There are powerful forces in the Navy who wish your family distress. You've made enemies."

Emma huffed. "Clara? Nottingham? I'd like to see them try."

"Think about all you've been through. The emotional toll this has taken on all of you. I'm not saying you shouldn't fight. But if you value the life you've found here, my only advice would be to fight smart. Don't give them a reason to come after you or the people you love."

Emma bit back her retort; in her heart, she knew Regina was right. Getting angry, accusing people, wasn't going to help anyone. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Okay, you have a point. So as far as this application, what do you want to know?"

"I thought we'd go over your personal details, make sure everything is in order. I also thought we'd add the paperwork to change your name, if that is still your intention."

"Okay."

They spent the next hour reviewing Emma's citizenship application; she'd opted for that over permanent residency. Emma's only reason to return to the States was to get the rest of her things. Once she had those, she would have everything she needed to solidify London as home. Her few personal possessions, her boys and her job. The upcoming ceremony may not be legal, but as far as Emma was concerned she would be Mrs. Jones, wife to two of the best men she'd ever known.

She arrived home midafternoon, hoping to get some chores done before going out that night. If Killian was officially cleared by the doctor, then their friends were having a get together at their favorite pub to celebrate. She threw in some laundry as she checked the weather in Paris. It was slightly warmer than London, but fall was already beginning to tinge the air. Her birthday would arrive before they knew it and for the first time in thirty years she wouldn't be celebrating alone. She'd be on her honeymoon with her boys, having the time of her life.

It still stunned her the difference a year could make.

Emma put on some music and dug out her suitcase, intending to start packing. The closet in the master bedroom was an absolute mess, elements of all three of their wardrobes filling it full to bursting. With them all sharing the room, it just wasn't practical to keep Emma and Killian's clothes in the other closets on that floor of the house. The master bedroom had been Liam's originally, when he and his brother first moved into the townhouse. However when Emma arrived, it quickly became their room, the three of them. They shared the enormous king size bed, even as they maintained the pretense of Emma and Killian having their own rooms. Those rooms only got used rarely; usually when one of them was ill or if they were having a lover's spat.

Those rarely lasted long, as they were getting better at communicating with each other. And they hated sleeping apart. Emma's happiest place was in the middle of that bed surrounded by her boys.

Between packing and loads of laundry, Emma tried again to bring some sort of organization to the closet. There had to be something they could do about it. She wondered if there was a way to make it bigger, knock out a wall, perhaps? She loved their home; she didn't want to do something drastic like move over something as trivial as closet space.

"Emma? You home, love?"

"Up here, Liam!" She heard two pairs of feet pounding up the stairs. She smiled; she couldn't help it. That sound meant that Killian was healthy again.

"You'll never guess..." Liam began. But as soon as he entered the room, he came up short. "What the hell is going on?"

"Liam, budge up, you arse," Killian groused, stepping around his older brother. "Bloody hell."

Emma blew some stray hair out of her face. "Um, hi."

Liam looked at her suspiciously. "And just what have you been up to, lass?"

She shrugged. "I wanted to start packing for France and I got distracted?"

"Darling, we're not leaving for another two weeks," Killian pointed out.

"Just because you like to wait until the last minute..." Emma complained, tossing a sock into the to-be-washed pile.

Killian marched up to her and kissed the frown off her lips. She tried to pretend not to like it, but the light brush of his tongue had her sighing and opening for him. She clutched at his flannel shirt as his arms wrapped around her waist. In moments, she felt Liam at her back, gently nuzzling the back of her neck. She broke the kiss with Killian and turned her head, finding Liam's lips and kissing him with equal fervency. Killian let her twist in his hold, his hands sliding along her curves. Being surrounded by them like this never failed to make her heart race; the passion they had for her dizzying and intense.

"Still angry, sweetheart?" Liam murmured, lips grazing along her jaw.

She gave him a half hearted shove. "You know I can't when you two kiss me like that."

"Why do you think we do it?" Killian replied cheekily. He gathered some of her hair in his hands, holding it as he kissed along the collar of her sweater.

"Something about that can't be healthy," Emma mock complained, her hand reaching back to find his hip. She leaned up to kiss Liam again, cupping his cheek.

"Give us some credit," Liam said, smiling at her between kisses. "We know when you're truly vexed."

"And stay out of your way," Killian finished.

Emma smiled, turning to kiss Killian again. "Fine, I'll put off packing."

"I never said that," Killian said. "I just wanted to kiss my girl."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." If they stayed like this, the odds of them meeting their friends dropped to nothing. Clothes would be shed and they would spending the evening making love until they were exhausted.

"Make any progress?" Liam asked, kissing her palm.

"A little. Got some laundry done too."

"You were a busy bee," Killian teased, warm breath on her neck.

She shivered. "Killian," she whined.

"What?"

"We..." She stood up on her toes and kissed him. "We have plans."

"So?" His hands molded to her waist, teasing the hem of her top. Liam gently kneaded her ass; she could feel her resolve weakening and they'd hardly done anything yet.

Emma bit her lip, the ache building in her core. "I'm all sweaty," she said at last.

"Not nearly sweaty enough," Liam growled in her ear. "We missed you."

"It was...oh...only a few hours," she breathed, Killian's hands under her top now. He wandered her bare skin, cupping her breasts through her bra.

"You know we'd rather ravish you than spend time in a smoky pub," Killian murmured, kissing her neck. "But if you'd rather go out..."

She grabbed him by the neck and kissed him hard on the mouth. "We're staying in."

They both grinned at her in triumph. She was such a sucker for them; there had to be a law against it. The desire she felt for them was unreal, yet she lived it every day. In a flash they had her top off, Liam kissing her while Killian knelt to remove her leggings. He kissed and licked up her long lean legs, Liam stepping behind to unhook her bra. She felt his hardening cock against her ass and she ground against it, wetness pooling between her thighs.

"Fuck, lass," Liam bit out, rough hands molding to her breasts. He kneaded and squeezed, plucking at the stiff nipples. "A bit randy today?"

"All...your...fault," she reminded him. She turned and kissed the underside of his stubbled jaw. "Making me want you."

They both chuckled low. "You are irresistible," Liam said, rocking his hips against her ass. "Bloody siren."

Killian hooked his thumbs into her underwear and pulled the scrap of fabric down her legs. "Oh, she's wet, brother," he informed Liam. "All nice and pink." He kissed her stomach, wet open mouthed kisses, sliding down, down, down until his tongue found her clit. Emma mewled, her legs falling open. Her knees were barely holding her up; only their grip on her kept her from melting into a puddle of goo.

"Should we see how many we can get out of her?" Liam asked, rolling a sensitive nipple between his fingers. "Make her scream?"

"God, I love when she screams for us." He kissed her hip. "You want to scream, lass? Fuck you until you can't walk?"

Christ, she was dizzy just thinking about it. "Yes."

"Good girl." Liam held her firmly, holding her up while Killian lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders. She was entirely suspended, Killian's hot breath on her wet core.

"Such a pretty cunt," he rasped, nuzzling her mound. She was bare, liked it that way. She knew they did too. His tongue licked the length of her; she moaned softly. "So sweet."

"Love that taste," Liam mumbled in her ear. Killian started to slowly eat her while she and Liam watched. All Emma could do was feel, drown in the sensations they showered her with. "Could eat you for hours, Emma."

"Shit," she groaned, a shudder racing down her spine. She tried to spread her legs wider, but Killian held her still, his lips and tongue becoming more fervent in their worship of her. She grabbed his hair, the dark thick strands sliding through her fingers as he fucked her with his mouth. She needed the anchor, something to keep her from flying away. Liam licked and nibbled on her collar, muttering how much he needed her into her skin.

Killian slid a single digit into her heat, lips wrapped around her clit. He sucked. Hard. Emma screamed, hips bucking wildly, as bliss poured into her veins. They held her until she stilled, lovingly carrying her to the bed. She watched with half lidded eyes as they stripped, their clothes joining the haphazard piles she'd created from the closet. Killian dug for their box of toys while Liam joined her, kissing her breathless.

"Fuck, that was hot," Liam said between kisses.

Emma scratched her nails down his chest, arching to him. "Only the beginning."

"Damn right."

"Budge up," Killian demanded, the bed dipping as he joined them. Emma eyed his erect cock, mouth watering. He caught her gaze. "Does the greedy lass want something?"

Emma grabbed his arm and yanked him down to her. "I want that cock."

"What do you think, brother? Has she earned it?"

Liam was already reaching for the box. "She needs something to keep that pretty mouth occupied, I think. My turn to play."

Killian smirked and nodded, moving to sit against the headboard. He spread his legs to make room for her. Emma rolled onto her stomach, crawling to him as he touched himself. She kissed the inside of his thigh, another wave of lust shooting through her. Watching them masterbate was one of her kinks. All three of them were major voyeurs, which was a big reason why their sex life was so fulfilling. She could already feel Liam behind her, lapping at her arousal.

"Open," Killian ordered, as Emma raised her head. She did, allowing him to feed his cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the belled head, earning her a moan from him. "God, suck me, lass. Love that wicked mouth."

She slowly let her head bob, taking him a little deeper each time. Liam picked up some of her arousal on his thumb and pressed it to her puckered hole as he fucked her with his tongue. It only took a little massaging before it slipped inside her, making her moan around Killian's cock.

"Fuck," Killian cursed. "Oh fuck."

Lube replaced Liam's thumb, then he was back to working her open. "Mind if we use the new plug on her, brother?" Liam asked, a second finger joining the first. "That should make her scream like a bloody banshee."

Killian hissed, trying to keep his hips still. "An early wedding present then," he conceded. "Do it."

Emma wanted to ask, but she was greedily sucking on one of her favorite treats. Precum tasted salty on her tongue as she licked him, tongue heavy on the underside of his cock. It wasn't long until she felt the plug slide in, making her feel full. Liam moved it around a little, stretching her. She didn't know what was new about it until she felt the low vibration. She released Killian with a gasp.

"Oh my god."

Liam went back to her cunt, licking the length of her. "I think she likes it."

Emma looked up at Killian. A few months ago he'd bought a vibrating plug for himself, asked her to use it on him, dominate him. Which she did, happily. She'd wondered what it felt like, secretly wanted one of her own.

And Killian had bought it for her. She could tell by the shit eating grin on his face. "How does that feel, lass?"

"It feels..." She shivered, Liam shifting the plug again. "Fuck, it feels so good."

"Good." He went back to touching himself as Liam ate her in earnest, eventually flipping her back onto her back. Emma writhed on the bed, one hand clasped in Killian's, the other in Liam's curly hair as she shattered a second time, the vibrating plug drawing it out. Liam crawled up her body and kissed her, his cock hard and heavy on her thigh.

"Give her some room," Killian murmured. Liam rolled to her left, while Killian slid down along her right side. She nodded weakly, sighing as their lips found her skin. They kissed her everywhere, leaving a few love bites on her pale skin. It was always a heady sensation when they did this; two sets of hands, two mouths on her. She stopped feeling guilty for being so greedy a long time ago; her boys made it clear they didn't mind sharing her. They relished it, even.

Liam's lips found hers in a needy kiss; Emma groped with her hands, fingers brushing his cock. She took him into her hand, stroking just the way he liked. "God, I need you inside me. Both of you."

"Together?"

"Leave the plug in?"

"I want her first," Killian said, licking her nipple. "My turn to make her come."

Liam growled but nodded. "Take her." He turned to Emma. "I'm going to watch him fuck you. Would you like that, dirty girl?"

"God yes." She kissed him hard on the mouth. "Then I want you."

"Bloody hell," Killian hissed. He pulled her into his lap, hands under her ass. "Such a greedy lass. Love it."

"You love sex," Emma said, sliding her wet flesh over the ridge of his cock. They both moaned.

"I love sex with you," he reminded her. "Love fucking you. Love watching you get fucked. You're fucking glorious when one of us is fucking you."

Emma's clit throbbed, desperate to be filled by him. "Please, Killian."

"Turn around." Emma did as he asked, settling once more in his lap. Her legs were thrown over his. "Let's give Liam a show, eh?" He lifted her enough to slide his long thick cock into her cunt, stretching her walls to accommodate him. He felt even larger like this, hitting her in all the right places. She bit her lip, head falling back on his shoulder as she slowly rode him, his hands on her hips, guiding her.

"Fuck," Liam breathed, slowly pumping his cock. He couldn't wait to be buried inside her willing body, but damn if he didn't love watching her just as much. Killian was right; she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in the throes of her passion for them. She needed them both and they needed her.

"I'm switching the plug on," Killian warned, reaching for the remote. Emma jerked and moaned, the vibration heightening the thick drag of him.

"Jesus fuck," she hissed, undulating faster in his lap. "So good."

Killian peppered her skin with kisses, echoing her moans. He could feel the vibration too; Emma was tighter with the plug inside her. All of it was making him crazy. He started to drive his hips up, feet planted firmly on the floor. Liam groaned watching them, pulling harder on his cock.

"Faster, love," Killian bit out, reaching around to flick her swollen clit. "Ride me hard."

"Do it," Liam said with a growl. "Take your pleasure, lass. Let me see you."

Emma loved when they did this, spoke to her this way. Those deep desperate voices pulled on her gut, made her want. She increased her pace, thighs burning as she slammed down on Killian's cock, harder and faster, until he bottomed out inside her. "Yes!" she yelled, shivering hard, her climax washing over her. "Yes! Yes!"

Killian grunted, arm slipping around her waist, keeping her from falling. Her fluttering walls rippled along his shaft; he held her against his chest, hips snapping up off the bed, once, twice, three times before coming with a roar of her name. She didn't have a chance to catch her breath before Liam surged forward and kissed her.

"God, I love watching you come," he growled against her lips.

Emma panted, stealing a kiss from his lips. "Give me a minute, then you can see it again."

Killian switched off the plug, kissing Emma's sweaty back. He loved bringing her pleasure, wanted to see that look on her face as much as possible. Which is why he willingly handed her over to his brother. Liam cradled her, stretching her out on the bed. He touched her with care, all the patches of skin he knew were sensitive, more now that she'd had three orgasms. Emma sighed into his touch, touching him back, exchanging lazy kisses. In no time at all it seemed, she was ready for him, back arching as he entered her.

"God, Liam," she breathed, dragging his lips down to hers. She felt so close to them, never more so than when they were joined intimately. It was by far the most profound thing she'd ever felt. She hitched her legs up, catching Killian watching them over Liam's shoulder. He smiled at her, a dirty grin that made her want to kiss it off. Liam seemed to sense it, hips stuttering. He sucked on her pulse, not quite enough to leave a mark, but enough to make her wetter.

"Bloody hell," he swore. He hitched one of her legs over his shoulder and moved faster, wanting Killian to see her fall, to revel in the perfection that was Emma right along with him.

"One more for us, darling," Killian said, leaning back against one of the four posters. "You know you want it."

"God." Emma snaked her hand between them, quickly finding her clit. The nub was swollen, overstimulated from the intensity of their lovemaking, but her body responded, coiling for another release.

"That's it," Liam murmured, plunging in and out of her swollen cunt. The plug wasn't vibrating but he still felt it, felt the tightness it created. The only thing better was when they took her together, filling her up with their seed. "So close, lass."

Emma dug her heel into Liam's ass, forcing him deeper inside her, finally hitting the perfect spot. She came with a hoarse shout, quickly dragging Liam with her. He pulsed within her, bathing her walls in his release. Emma sagged into the mattress, completely spent. Liam rolled off at the last second, breathing hard.

Emma felt a featherlight kiss to her brow, then a warm cloth on her skin. She shivered as Killian gently cleaned between her legs. "Sorry, lass."

"'S okay," she mumbled. Her head lolled until she felt the bed dip again; Liam was headed for the bathroom. Killian came back with water for all of them and a smile on his lips.

"Love you," he said, pecking her lips.

"You too." She forced herself to sit up and drink, then headed for the bathroom when Liam returned. The forced time off had encouraged all of them to work out more, Liam and Emma doing it in solidarity with Killian as he regained his strength. Even after sex like that she had more energy than she used to. Still, she liked those times they ran her body to pure exhaustion.

Killian let her crawl into the middle of their bed before returning to it himself. Emma had never been a cuddler...until she met them. At first, it had been out of necessity; she'd been too tired to move. But now she looked forward to it as much as the sex itself. They were quiet, just basking in the afterglow.

Liam moved first, kissing her shoulder, smiling up at her. She smiled fondly back, urging him up for a kiss. Killian pressed his warm lips to the swell of her breast, moving up until he was kissing her too.

"Still think we should have gone out?" Killian asked cheekily.

Emma rolled her eyes. "They're probably wondering where we are."

"I doubt it," Liam said. "They know us."

Emma snorted. How many times had they either ducked into the bathroom or a closet to have sex while out with their friends? Or just pawed at each other so much everyone demanded they get a room? Emma didn't think any of that could be held against her; the Jones brothers were insanely hot and she was hopelessly in love with them. Not to mention she liked sex. "You're probably right."

"Don't know why they wanted to get together anyway," Killian said, playing with her hair. He loved her hair; she teased him about it sometimes. "We're going to see them soon enough."

"Yeah, but they want to know how you are," Emma said, looking at him fondly. "Speaking of, what did the doctor say? I never asked."

"You were distracted, love."

She glared at him. "Answer the question, Killian."

"Completely fit," he said proudly. "The good doctor thinks I might be stronger than before."

"Really?"

"Seems all that working out paid off," Liam added.

"I'll say," Emma muttered. She felt it when Killian was fucking her; she had to admit it was a turn on.

Killian laughed. "I told you I'd be ready for the wedding, Emma. I can dance with you now."

That hadn't mattered to her but she was happy for him. "I can't wait to dance with both of you. As your wife."

Liam smiled. "I can't tell you how good that sounds, lass."

"Two more weeks. Then we're out of here."

"I'd like to see those bloody paps follow us there," Killian said happily.

"With any luck, they won't even know we've left until we've landed in Caen."

"We're going to Caen?" Emma asked. This was the first hint she got for the mysterious honeymoon.

Liam looked stern. "You shouldn't even know that much."

"We can give her one hint," Killian countered. "We're not planning the bloody Normandy invasion, brother."

"We're taking the ferry across the Channel, sweetheart," Liam said.

"We're not going to Paris?" She hoped she didn't sound too disappointed. But what was the point of going to France—a country known for romance—if they weren't going to Paris?

"Who said anything about not going to Paris?" Killian said with a smile. "The trip just begins in Caen, love."

"Oh."

"Like we wouldn't take our wife to Paris," Liam scoffed. "We're not complete berks."

"You deserve to see the world," Killian added. "I'm sure well get up to all sorts of trouble."

"Hmm, trouble with my two favorite boys? I think I can handle that." She grinned and leaned in for a kiss. The kiss deepened, tongues and teeth, the familiar zing across her skin. Liam pounced the moment they broke for air, covering her kiss swollen lips with his. Sometimes she swore she could live on those kisses.

Their makeout session got interrupted by a phone ringing. Emma huffed in annoyance; who would be calling at this hour? Killian handed Emma her phone; the caller ID said it was Mary Margaret. Typical. The one time she didn't want her friend to check on her, she did.

"Hello?"

"Emma! Is everything okay? We were a little worried when you didn't show."

Emma rolled her eyes. Killian laughed. "Everything's fine. Killian got a clean bill of health from the doctor."

"Oh! That's great!"

"Yeah, it is. Look, sorry we bailed. We got, um, distracted."

"She had mind blowing sex with them," Ruby hissed near the phone. "I told you not to call!"

Emma would have choked if she wasn't accustomed to Ruby's discussion of her sex life. The woman had very little filter, which Emma found refreshing. "Hi Ruby."

She heard Ruby's merry laugh. "I told her you were clearly busy having orgasms and she should leave you alone, but you know Mary Margaret."

Emma smiled into the phone. Mary Margaret and Ruby were her closest friends outside of Liam and Killian. "It's okay, Ruby. We were...you what? Nevermind. How about we get lunch on tomorrow?"

"I'm free," Ruby said, then Mary Margaret came back on the line. "How does one o'clock sound?"

"Perfect. The usual place?"

"Yeah. Have a good night, Emma."

"You too. Bye."

"Everything okay, lass?" Liam asked as she tossed her phone back onto the nightstand.

"Yeah, Mary Margaret just checking in."

"Was she cross?"

"Nah. Ruby, apparently, knew exactly what kept us."

The boys laughed. "She does take a keen interest, doesn't she?" Liam said.

"Does that bother you? I don't actually tell them much. You know, about that part."

"I honestly can say I've never given much thought to the things you ladies talk about," he said seriously. "I trust you, love."

Killian laid his head on her stomach. Emma began to card her fingers through his hair. He purred in contentment. "Besides, we owe them a lot for staying with you after the explosion. Ruby's teasing is harmless."

She smiled down at him. "That seems so long ago...but not." Less than four months ago she'd come perilously close to losing them. So much happened in the aftermath of the attack, it almost felt like another lifetime.

"Everyone's ship shape now, Emma. After the honeymoon, everything will get back to normal."

"If you get cleared," she pointed out.

Liam kissed her shoulder. "I think a month alone with our wife will go a long way in making us fit for duty again." Her smile flickered at his words. She wanted to believe that. Did believe it. Unfortunately, them being cleared for duty most likely meant a posting at sea. They'd been promoted at the memorial service for their fellow officers; she felt certain Liam would be getting his own ship as soon as he was medically cleared.

She would just have to make the absolute most of every minute she got with them until then.

Emma entered the restaurant, smiling at the hostess. She got seated at the usual table, ordering a glass of wine while she waited for her friends. Mary Margaret and Ruby arrived together, hugging Emma before sitting down.

"We missed you last night," Mary Margaret said, smoothing a loose lock of hair back into her pixie cut style. "I think David wanted to talk to Liam and Killian about a bachelor party."

Emma's brows knitted together. "A bachelor party?"

"They call them stag parties here," Ruby said, flicking through her menu. "Victor told me."

"But...I mean, that's nice and all...but why?" Emma asked.

"Afraid he'll hire a stripper?" Ruby asked.

"Ruby!" Mary Margaret hissed. "David would not hire a stripper!"

"He better not," Emma grumbled. She didn't share. Not that either of them looked at other women. She was selfishly pleased to be at the center of their world.

"I'm sure they'll just go out and drink," Ruby said matter of factly. "Honestly you two."

Mary Margaret's future pseudo sister in law Jack had once suggested that there was nothing wrong with a stripper at David's bachelor party but Mary Margaret had firmly put her foot down. None of them had heard from Jack in months, not that she was missed.

"Speaking of, we should do something for you, Emma," Ruby continued. "No strippers!"

Emma couldn't help her faint smile. "No one could compare to them anyway, so it's just as well."

They ordered their lunch, talk moving on Ruby's new gallery showing. Her association with Emma had strangely helped open some doors for her in the art world; she was famous by association now.

"So I have a space I was thinking about," Ruby said, swallowing a bite of her burger. "But I need a second opinion."

"Where is it?" Emma asked. "Maybe we could go there next, if no one's busy."

"Harringay, the warehouse district. It's a really cool space in an old piano factory."

"I'm in," Mary Margaret said. "The only thing waiting for me at home is more imploring emails from my mother."

Emma took a pull of her wine. "Have you talked to her?"

"I've tried. The last time she hung up on me."

"I'm sorry, Mary Margaret." Emma felt responsible for her friend's family trouble. Mary Margaret's mother, Eva, didn't like the idea of Emma and the Jones brothers being in her daughter's wedding. She was still threatening to pull the plug on the fairy tale wedding (which Mary Margaret's wealthy parents were paying for) unless they were dropped from the wedding party.

"It's not your fault she's close minded."

"It's your wedding," Ruby complained. "They should be bending over backwards to make it what you want."

"Not everyone has family to celebrate with," Emma pointed out. She had no family save these dear friends of hers to share her special day with. The boys' mother was dead and their father MIA. She didn't want be the cause of strife at the start of Mary Margaret and David's life together. "My offer still stands."

"Emma, no. It's not right."

"We'd still be there. Just as guests."

"After everything that's happened, I am not letting my mother dictate my choices. David and I can manage perfectly well."

"Maybe you should show her that poll in the Daily Mail," Ruby said, shoving a chip in her mouth.

"What poll?" Emma asked, confused.

"You didn't see it?"

"I stopped reading the paper after Milah's interview," Emma explained. "Bunch of garbage anyway." That article had blown up their lives in ways they were still dealing with, two months later.

"Well, it was a poll about you, you know, the three of you. It seems a good portion of the country doesn't think you're a sign of moral decay."

"Great, I should throw a party," Emma deadpanned. "Oh wait, I can't because there's insane paps camped out in front of my house!"

"But that's why they're there, Emma," Mary Margaret pointed out. "To try and get dirt on you. Instead all they see is the three of you living your lives like any other normal family."

"God, I can't wait to get to France," Emma sighed. "I'm tired of being shouted at every time I step outside."

"Oh, is that where they're taking you?" Mary Margaret asked excitedly.

Emma smiled. "Yeah. I haven't been able to get much out of them but we're taking the ferry across the Channel."

"Paris?"

Emma nodded. "At some point. I think. Like I said, they're being really secretive about it."

"I think it's romantic; they want to surprise you."

"Yeah." Romance was something she'd come to appreciate since meeting the Jones brothers. They were very good at it; they were always doing little things for her and pulled out all the proverbial stops on the grander gestures. It was impossible not to fall more in love with them every time. That required a strength Emma did not possess.

After lunch, they piled in Emma's car and headed to Harringay; the building Ruby directed them too had its own dedicated parking, something that played in its favor as a potential venue. They took the elevator up to the sixth floor of the converted warehouse, then turned left down the hall. The hall opened up into a cavernous space with gray walls and dotted with the metal pillars that held the building up. It definitely lent an industrial feel to the otherwise modern space.

They walked the length and breadth of the room; the three large windows opened to an interesting view of North London. Emma lived in central London; she'd only visited North London once or twice since coming nearly a year ago. There was a great deal of her new home that she hadn't even seen yet.

"So...what do you think?" Ruby asked.

"I like it. Would they really give you all this space?"

"Mr. Strong thinks it will make my work pop," Ruby said. "All the color and patterns."

"He must think highly of you," Mary Margaret said thoughtfully. "I knew you could do it."

"Granny's...happy. Sort of. I think she still thinks this is something I'm just trying out."

"What does Victor think?" Emma asked.

"He's excited. He promised to switch shifts at the hospital for opening night."

"That's it!" Mary Margaret cried excitedly.

Both Emma and Ruby looked at her, confused. "What's 'it'?"

"Ruby, remember when you said that meeting Emma might help with my mom?"

Ruby's face lit up. "Yes! Oh, this would be perfect. Two birds, one stone! We could even do it before the wedding. Emma's, not yours. Obviously."

Emma waved her hand between them. It was times like this that she felt a little uncomfortable; Ruby and Mary Margaret had known each other for a long time. Emma sometimes felt left out when they bounced things so quickly off each other. "Sorry, what are you talking about?"

"Simple," Ruby said enthusiastically. "We invite Mary Margaret's parents to London for my show! You guys come and you all can meet on a neutral site. With friends. They see you're perfectly normal and boom! Problem solved!"

Emma still looked skeptical. "Do you think that could work?"

"It can't hurt. And Mom's been pestering me to look at the venue anyway."

"Didn't you rent some castle?" Emma asked.

"It's not a castle, it's a manor," Mary Margaret said.

"Does this mean you've set a date?"

Mary Margaret nodded. "Spring. April. Gives us enough time to get settled in before Rio."

Mary Margaret was training for the U.S. Equestrian team for the Olympics. It was what brought her to England in the first place. Emma had feared that her friendship with Mary Margaret would put her spot on the team in jeopardy, but so far that wasn't the case. Maybe she was just being paranoid.

"That's fantastic," Emma said sincerely. "Guess that means we have to find bridesmaids gowns now, huh?"

"We can worry about that after you get back. I just want you to have a great time. The three of you deserve it."

"So does that mean we're doing this?" Ruby asked impatiently.

"I'll call Mom and let her know. But I'm fine with it, if Emma is."

"Should be an interesting night," Emma said, shrugging. "Let's do it."

When Emma got home, Killian was stretched out on the couch, reading a book. "Hey sailor," she said, sitting on the edge of the couch.

"How's my favorite lass?"

"Good. We went to look at a space for Ruby's debut show."

"That's exciting."

"Could be more exciting than you think."

"And why's that?"

She combed her fingers through his hair tenderly. "Can you hold that thought until Liam comes home?"

"Aye, I think so. But I am intrigued, love."

She chuckled. "Of course you are. Whatcha been up to?"

"Getting caught up on some reading. We'll be busy very soon."

She looked at his book and frowned. "Is that...French?"

He blushed. "Aye. I took it in high school, but I'm afraid I'm a tad rusty."

"I didn't know you could speak French."

He sat up, drawing her into his embrace. "Emma, we've the rest of our lives to learn all sorts of minutia about each other. At least I think that how the whole married lark is supposed to work."

Emma tucked her feet under her, her head on his shoulder. She inhaled his musky scent; it never failed to soothe her. "I guess we'll find out. They say it's hard work."

He stroked her shoulder. "Well, we already know all about that, with our unique situation. We've had our trial by fire, lass."

She slipped her arms around his waist. The weight he'd lost while confined to crutches was back; she thought he was a bit more defined than before. But he still felt the same in her arms, strong and solid. "Is it too much of a jinx to hope that's the worst of it?"

His laugh rumbled against her ear. "We're healthy, happy and together. That's all that matters. We'll take the rest as it comes."

"Would you speak some French to me?" she asked, lifting her head. "You know, for you to practice."

"As you wish." Before he did, he captured her lips in a loving, lingering kiss. "Ma chérie."

She smiled, all too pleased with how the words sounded on his lips. She waited patiently to hear more even though she understood very little. It hadn't occurred to her to learn even the basics of the language before going there. They had a little over a week; surely she could learn some simple phrases. She might need them if they somehow got separated.

"Where is everyone?" Liam called, slamming the door shut. He sounded both excited and annoyed, probably at the paps again. Of all of them, Liam coped the least well. He was very much in favor of keeping their life together private.

"In here!" Emma yelled. "Go on, Killian."

Liam came in, a box tucked under his arm. He smiled at the pair of them. "I dropped our uniforms off at the dry cleaners, should be ready by the weekend."

Emma patted the spot next to her, Liam sat, dropping a kiss to her lips. "So uniforms are a check."

"Aye. Mary Margaret still have your lovely gown?"

Emma rolled her eyes. "Yeah. How do you know it's lovely? Could be hideous for all you know."

"Emma, you could walk down that aisle in a sack and be the most stunning bride."

"Now you're just being stupid."

Killian laughed. "It's like she has no idea how beautiful she is," he said to his brother.

Liam grinned. "Well, we'll just have to show her." He kissed her again, sucking on her bottom lip. "Won't we, Killian?"

"Aye," he replied, turning her so he could kiss her too. Emma sighed into it, warmth flooding her. "For the rest of our lives."

Emma leaned back, licking her lips. She could still taste them both. "A girl could get used to this."

"You're not already?" Liam teased.

She threaded her fingers through his. "I just don't want to take what we have for granted. Ever."

"Oh, I think all of us are aware how lucky we are, challenges aside."

She smiled faintly. "So what's in the box?"

Liam glanced away nervously. "There's a...scenario I've been considering for a while. Today I found something that would make it more...authentic?"

Emma cocked her head. "It is your turn with the role play," she reminded him. "What's your idea?"

Liam laid the box in her lap and flipped open the lid. As she examined the gift, he described what he wanted and she felt a hard shiver race down her spine. Killian was already kissing her neck, imagining the possibilities. She looked up at Liam. "When?"

"How does tomorrow sound?"

"Perfect."

Emma paced the length of the room, skirts snapping around her ankles, rope lightly rubbing the delicate skin of her wrists. Her heart was beating erratically in her chest as she waited for the door to open. She was intrigued by the role play Liam had chosen; it was very apropos for his controlled personality. She hadn't forgotten his desire to learn to lose control, but they could begin his education another time. This role play was his choice.

Her blue gown helped her slip into the role of the captive princess; it came with a corset that forced her to stand up straight, made her a little short of breath. The belled skirt and petticoats swished around her legs; all that was missing was a tiara. Her hair was pinned carefully on top of her head, baring her neck and the low cut of the bodice of her gown. She was the epitome of one of those bodice ripper romance covers, which didn't bother her as much as it might have before. Being in this relationship with the Jones brothers helped her learn new things about herself.

She was torn from her thoughts by the heavy footfalls on the other side of the door. She screwed up her face into an annoyed expression as the door opened without so much as a knock.

The Captain did not knock.

Liam grinned lecherously at her, looking far too scrumptious in his leather. The pants were leather, tight. He wore a cream colored shirt with an embroidered vest, open at the neck. His ensemble was completed by a long leather coat, lined in red. "Hello, Princess."

Emma shot him a look of disgust. He looked good enough to eat, but she wanted to make him work for it. And maybe earn a little punishment along the way. "Release me, pirate," she spat.

He stepped deeper into the room, leaving the door open. Emma knew Killian wouldn't be far behind. "I'm afraid I can't do that, lass. You're my prisoner in case you hadn't noticed."

Emma grunted, trying to pull on her bonds. "Yeah, I got that. Just what do you think you're going to get for me, pirate?"

He stepped into her space, still smiling. "Surely you have a family who is worried about you."

"Nope, sorry. You're wasting your time if you think there's a ransom."

"Well, then that begs the question what a princess like you was doing out all by herself." He traced the apple of her cheek with his index finger. Her skin burned from his touch. "You are lovely."

She wrenched away, trying to stalk off. Liam grabbed her arm and spun her around. It wasn't rough, but she saw the heat flash in his blue eyes. Despite her role, it made her burn for him. "Never turn your back to the Captain," he warned in a dangerous voice.

"Or what?" she snapped.

"Oh, you are feisty. I like that." He leaned in close to her ear. "I wonder if that fire goes past those pretty lips."

Emma bit her lip, a throb of need gripping her. As a captive, she shouldn't want him, but it was Liam. She'd wanted him when he was a stranger to her. She always would. "Too bad you'll never know."

He laughed. "Is that so? Never is a long time, princess."

"Think well of yourself, don't you? A woman in every port." It came out more harshly than she intended.

"I assure you, every lass that graces my bed is willing. You will be too."

She knew it was just a part of the act, but the idea of Liam or Killian with another woman made her see red. "Keep dreaming, pirate."

"I already have. Frequently." He turned to the open door. "Killian? Get in here and help me with our guest."

Emma's mouth went dry when she saw him. He was dressed in black from head to toe, leather pants like Liam's, loose linen shirt, velvet vest with a high collar. He had a couple of large rings on his right hand; she was already imaging him fingering her with them. His dark hair was artfully mussed; he grinned at the sight of her. "Captain."

"Princess, meet my brother and first mate, Killian. You don't mind if he joins us?"

Emma opened her mouth and closed it again. She wanted them both more than anything, but the captive princess would at least be a little apprehensive. "Both of you?"

"Don't play the blushing virgin, lass. I think we both know that's an act."

That raised her ire again. "I don't know what you mean."

"I mean," Liam said, stalking around her, fingers skimming her bare arms, "that someone has already deflowered you." He stayed behind her, glancing at his brother. "Isn't she lovely?"

Killian nodded. "Very. I've never bedded a princess before." He stepped closer, invading her space as Liam had done. Her heart was racing; she was sure they could see her pulse jumping her throat. "But I'd like to."

Emma swallowed. "Just another notch in your bedpost? No thanks."

"You wound us, princess," Liam purred in her ear. "We never leave a woman dissatisfied." He kissed the column on her throat. "Have we, brother?"

"I think the lass is jealous," Killian said. "She's never known such pleasure." His fingers skimmed the swells of her breasts. "Who had you, love? What unworthy curr got under your skirts?"

She bit her lip, trying to think of a lie. Instead she went with a version of the truth. "A thief. I ran away with him. But he...left."

"Bastard," Liam growled. "Stole your maidenhead and left you wanting."

"We'd be different," Killian said, fingers itching to touch her. He had to wait for Liam's permission; he was the captain right now. "Let us show you."

Liam's large hands slid down her back, inching around her tiny waist. "Follow my instructions to the letter and we'll make you feel so good, princess. Surrender."

Emma's resolve crumbled; she needed them to touch her. Now. "Yes." Liam didn't hesitate, spinning her around and crashing his lips to hers. Emma mewled, unable to touch him in turn. Her hands were still bound. Killian clenched his jaw in impatience while enjoying the view of Emma getting kissed breathless. His cock swelled, making his pants painfully tight. He rubbed the crotch, adjusting himself, rutting into the heel of his hand.

Emma bound and at their mercy was one of his favorite things. He just prayed Liam took some pity soon and let him have his turn.

Liam drew Emma in by the hips, bringing her flush against his chest. Her chest swelled in the tight bodice, threatening to spill out of the gown. Liam thrust against her, letting her feel how much she affected him. Emma moaned, nipping at his lip. Liam snarled, his hand swatting her bottom. "Careful, princess."

"Or what?" she challenged.

"I'm the Captain, lass. I will be obeyed."

"If not?"

"Then I'll have Killian here punish you."

She swallowed, a flood of heat between her thighs. She wouldn't mind earning a punishment. "I thought you were going to share me with him."

"Oh, I intend to. But as Captain, I get to ravish you first." He glanced lecherously down at her bodice and promptly tore the material. Her breasts spilled out into his hands; he weighed them, fondling and stroking, thumb flicking the hard nipples. "Are you going to be a good girl?"

"You'll just have to wait and see."

"Cheeky lass." He pushed her down to her knees, putting her level with his bulging crotch. Emma wet her lips as he roughly opened the fly, groaning at his cock sprang free. He took himself in hand, thrusting his hips forward. The weeping tip brushed her lips and Emma opened automatically. "So eager for my cock," he chuckled. "Knew you were no virtuous maiden, princess. Now suck."

Emma took him as deeply as she could, rocking back and forth on her knees. With her hands still bound, she only had her mouth to pleasure him, which seemed to suit him fine. He let out a low groan as she relaxed her throat; she'd been working on this for some time, learning to deep throat. She'd never wanted to before, had never been with anyone long enough for it to even come up. But with them, she wanted to. She wanted everything.

"Bloody fuck," Liam cursed. "Look at her, brother. Taking me down her pretty throat."

Killian groaned softly, unlacing his pants. He couldn't take the pressure anymore; he needed friction. Emma was gorgeous like this, pink lips wrapped around his brother's cock. He knew her body well enough to know she was turned on, likely dripping with want. Christ, he needed to fuck her. "Gorgeous, brother."

Liam felt his orgasm tingling at the base of his spine; as good as it felt, he didn't want to come down her throat. He would fuck all of her holes before the evening was done. He pulled back, her lips smacking. "Suck Killian, princess. Now."

Emma shivered at the order, spinning carefully on her knees. She looked up at Killian through her lashes; he smirked down at her. His pants were already halfway down his thighs, cock bobbling against his stomach. Emma leaned forward to lick a stripe along the underside, following the fat pulsing vein. He groaned, one hand diving into her pinned hair. He plucked at the pins, blonde locks tumbling down her shoulders. Emma dived forward, taking him into her mouth. Killian hissed, hips rocking forward, forcing himself deeper down her throat. Emma hollowed out her cheeks, sucking on him eagerly. "Bloody hell, lass," Killian bit out.

"We're going to ruin you," Liam said in a low voice. Emma felt him behind her, pulling on her clothes, the cloth tearing. Fuck, was he using scissors to strip her naked? There was a fire between her legs; she was soaked, her panties sopping. "We're going to ruin you for other men. If anyone else tries to touch you, you'll call out for us. Do you understand me, princess?"

Emma hummed her acknowledgment, nearly mindless in her desire. It felt like she was drowning in want. She took Killian deeper, swirling her tongue, reveling in Killian's grunt. His fingers tightened painfully in her hair. "Fuck, that's so good, princess. Such a hot mouth."

"If it wasn't for these fine clothes," Liam chuckled, "I'd swear she was a lady of the night. So good, love." He yanked the ruined cloth from her body, kissing down her back. His hand slid between her thighs, stroking her through the ruined fabric. "Soaked, bloody hell. You want to be fucked properly, don't you, princess?"

Emma mewled around Killian's cock; he jerked, grunting. "Fuck, Liam. I'm gonna come."

"You'll get your turn to fuck her," Liam said calmly. "After I've tried this tight ripe cunt." He slashed one last time with the scissors, pulling the satin away from her body. She was nude save the rope that still bound her. Liam fingered her as she sucked harder on Killian's cock; she rolled her hips, trying to ride his long fingers. "Such a wanton thing."

"Shit." Killian's orgasm was so close. He grabbed her hair, holding her still as he thrust deeply into her mouth, blatantly fucking her mouth until he cried out, hot spurts of his seed shooting down throat. He roared, tears stinging her eyes as he fucked her hard, like the pirate he was pretending to be. Emma reveled in it, more wetness dripping down her thighs, coating Liam's fingers. This was a time she didn't mind being thoroughly used by them.

"So beautiful," Liam growled as Killian's softening cock fell from her lips. Emma whimpered; she ached, desperate to be filled, to feel the Captain fuck her hard and rough and needy. "Let us see you come, princess. Fuck my fingers like the naughty girl you are."

Emma nodded furiously; she felt dirty and used and she hadn't even come yet. She was the princess brought low by pure lust, the desperate desire for them to used her body for their pleasure. It was akin to the feeling she had the night she met them; she'd been horny, needing just one solid fuck. Instead, she got them, unlocking desires she hadn't even know she possessed.

"Fuck, you're hot," Liam murmured, inserting a third finger. Emma let out a little cry, feeling the stretch. "So hot, you're gonna be so tight around my cock, princess. My princess."

Emma let out a little scream, her orgasm slamming into her without warning, his words setting her off. Her whole body shook as she tried to ride it out, revel in the high. But Liam wasn't having it. He tore his fingers away and untied the rope, pushing her down to her hands and knees, spreading her knees wider apart. Emma had to balance on her elbows, as her shoulders ached from being bound. But she made no move to get away, her walls still fluttering as Liam thrust inside her from behind. She screamed, so wet that she took all of him easily.

"Fucking hell," Killian cursed, feeling his cock stir a little at the erotic sight. He wasn't ready yet, but he would be, eager to feel her around him.

Liam grunted in response, hands tight on her hips. He took her with deep measured strokes, bottoming out on every drive. Emma just hung on for the ride, needing more. "Fuck, she's so bloody tight," Liam gasped. "Such a sweet cunt." Liam had never known a woman who enjoyed sex as much as their Emma did; she was so willing, so trusting, it made him desperate to please her, to satisfy her every need. The three of them were so well suited; it was impossible to stop wanting her.

"Please, Captain," Emma pleaded, a second high tantalizingly out of reach. "Want to come for you. Please."

"Knew you'd beg for me, princess." He swatted her ass again and thrust harder; she cried out in pleasure. His fingers tightened on her hips, digging in hard enough to bruise. He loved marking her, knew she'd wear the marks with pride. He bent over her back, hips pistoning faster, one hand finding her clit. He flicked the swollen nub and she shattered, screaming incoherently. Feeling her flutter along his shaft undid him, dragging him into oblivion as she milked him dry. He collapsed across her back, breaking character long enough to murmur his love for her into her hair.

Emma couldn't hold herself up; she sank down to the floor, Liam rolled off her. Killian picked her up, biceps bulging as he carried her to their soft comfortable bed. She nuzzled his naked chest, momentarily sated. His lips brushed her sweaty brow. "I've got you, lass."

Liam stripped off his vest and shirt, joining his brother and their girl in the bed. They didn't clean her up; the game wasn't quite over. Emma's thighs were sticky but she didn't complain. She knew they'd look after her soon enough. Each brother kissed her wrists, soothing the slightly red skin. She purred in contentment, utterly at their mercy. She never felt anything less than a goddess when she was with them, even when she wasn't the one leading the game. She liked being able to just let go and feel, trusting them completely.

With more gentleness than she expected, they slowly coaxed her body back to life with lips and hands, singing her praises with their filthy words. She writhed on the bed, Liam sucking her nipple, Killian kneeling between her splayed thighs. He blew cool air on her swollen wet flesh; she keened loudly. "So responsive," Killian mumbled. "What ponce wouldn't want to wreck you, lass? You're glorious."

"Ugh," Emma moaned. A lustful haze was descending on her again, where she just wanted.

He chuckled, the vibrations going right to her aching clit. Killian spread her wide, tongue darting out to taste her. Emma bucked her hips off the bed; Killian reached up to hold her down. Liam kept her hands pinned above her head, kissing her deeply, swallowing her mewl of pleasure. "How does she taste, brother?"

"Hmm, sweet. So fucking sweet."

"Fuck," Emma gasped.

"Such a filthy word," Liam purred in her ear. "Is that what the princess wants? To be fucked?"

"Yes!" she yelled. "Yes!" Killian was making her see stars with his tongue, plunging into her over and over. Liam watched as his brother played with her, fingers sliding into her cunt. Emma keened, a third orgasm so, so close. Killian sucked her clit into his mouth, scraping the sensitive flesh with his teeth. He was hard as a rock, desperate to be in her, but he needed her to come for him. The knot burst in a rush, her cries of pleasure music to his ears. He brought her down slowly, not wanting to overwhelm her. He crawled up her body, kissing her as she panted.

"Beautiful."

Emma whimpered, leaning toward him, reaching for him. Killian traced her curves as they kissed languidly. She felt him hard and heavy against her stomach; she hoped he'd be patient. Then she felt Liam slide down the bed, hands on her ass. "I promised we would ruin you," he whispered darkly. "I intend to fulfill that promise."

Emma inhaled sharply as Liam spread her cheeks and licked her hole. He massaged the tight ring of muscle with his tongue as Emma writhed against Killian. She kissed him hard, hands sliding down the hard planes of his chest and abs, gripping his straining cock. "Relax," Killian encouraged, even though it was unnecessary. "It'll feel so good, princess."

Emma looked into his blue eyes, nodding slowly. "I want to feel it."

"Fuck, you are a naughty princess," Killian growled, kissing her deeply. Liam coated his finger with lube, working it inside her. Emma moaned; she loved anal sex, especially since her boys knew how to make it feel so fucking good. A second finger joined the first, scissoring inside her, stretching her. Emma hitched her leg over Killian's hip, his hands wandering her body, keeping her aroused.

"She's ready," Liam bit out, his cock aching, hips rutting against the mattress. "Take her, brother."

Killian nodded, lifting her into his lap. She straddled his hips, hands braced on his chest as she lowered herself onto him. She sighed as he entered her, hips rolling. Liam let her ride his brother for a few minutes, as he slathered lube on his cock. Killian pulled her down for a kiss, sucking on her tongue, relishing the heat of her around him.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he said, holding her hips. "My princess."

"Our princess," Liam said, kissing her back. "No one else gets her."

"Hurry," Killian bit out. "She wants it."

Emma stilled, nuzzling Killian's throat as Liam pushed forward. She felt every thick inch of them both inside her, filling her, stretching her to the limit. They'd done this many times, but it always felt amazing. It made her feel whole as they found a rhythm, sliding wetly in and out of her. Killian kissed her, his mouth needy on hers, hips rocking up into her. She found Liam's hand and clutched it in one of hers. She whimpered nonsense, body coiling for another release. Killian found her clit, rubbing it slowly, their mutual sighs and groans getting more desperate. She broke the kiss, trembling hard. "Fuck, I'm gonna...gonna...oh my god..."

"God, take us home, love," Liam commanded. "Come."

She screamed, loud, body convulsing in their arms. She had no sense of self; she was pure ecstasy. She heard their cries as they followed her, pulsing deep in her body. Emma was already sagging, utterly exhausted, her throat raw from screaming. Behind her, Liam went still, still locked within her. She was too spent to protest. Gradually they softened and slipped from her, but Emma was dozing, head on Killian's chest. He kissed her hair, holding her tenderly as he and Liam maneuvered her back onto her back. She felt like a pose-able doll as they cleaned her up while she drifted in and out of consciousness.

Liam roused her long enough for her to drink; she downed an entire glass of water in two gulps. But she was weak as a kitten, falling back into the bed. Killian tucked her in as Liam cleaned up the rest of their things.

"She's going to need a nice soak," Liam whispered, slipping in on Emma's right.

"Aye. After a lie in. We have nowhere to be tomorrow." Killian brushed a damp lock of hair from her face. "Sometimes I still can't believe she's real."

"I understand that completely, brother," Liam said seriously. "She's the best part of us."

Killian locked eyes with his brother. "We have to take care of her. She deserves so much better than us."

"We will, Killian. She chose both of us. We're going to spend the rest of our lives making her happy. No matter the odds against us."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because we're both too stubborn to give up. This family is the most important thing to me, Killian. I know we've had some rough times, I haven't always been the brother you deserve..."

"Liam, you're the best brother a man could have."

Liam flushed. "I appreciate the sentiment, but I've made mistakes. Sometimes I forget that you've grown up. But I'm trying."

Killian nodded. "I have noticed. It means a lot to me."

"But don't doubt that you're important to her. To me. We both love you, Killian. This family doesn't work without you."

Killian swallowed around the lump in his throat. It was all he wanted, to be an equal partner. He knew Emma loved them both, never doubted her love. It was being seen as an equal in his brother's eyes that sometimes chafed. But he could see Liam's effort, appreciated it more than he could say. He was truly optimistic about their future as a family. "Thanks, Liam."

They each leaned down and kissed Emma's hair; she slept on, oblivious to the tender affection. Liam switched off the light as they settled in on either side of her, following her into sleep.

Emma padded downstairs in stocking feet; her bath had done wonders. She was still a little sore but it was nothing a couple of days wouldn't cure. She felt amazing; her boys doting on her from the moment she woke up. She could smell incredible things coming from the kitchen; she wondered what they were up to.

"Hey guys," she said, entering the kitchen.

Killian was ready, handing her a steaming coffee mug. "Morning, love."

Emma kissed him in thanks. "Great service."

"We aim to please."

She smiled at him. "I'll say." She moved to the stove where Liam was cooking up a storm. He turned his head, accepting her kiss; she had to stand on her toes to reach. "Morning."

"Hello to you too."

"So what's for breakfast?" Emma asked, settling on her stool.

"A little of this, a little of that."

"I like that."

Killian laughed. "I'm not that fussed, I'm just hungry."

Emma nodded. "Yeah, marathon sex is exhausting."

"But fun."

"Did it sound like I was complaining? Because if it did, feel free to check for a brain injury."

"Enjoy your bath?" Liam asked.

"Yep. You could have joined me."

"We thought you could use a little time to yourself," Killian said, sipping his coffee.

"Well, thanks. But for the record, I missed you."

"Duly noted." They chatted about nothing until breakfast was ready. Liam loaded up their plates, taking his seat at the island. They preferred it to the formal dining room. The food was delicious; Liam was the most skilled at cooking. Emma had gotten better during their recovery, but she didn't protest Liam resuming his role. He enjoyed it. She was getting a second helping when the doorbell rang.

They all groaned. "If it's one of those bloody reporters again," Liam groused.

"I'll get it," Emma said, starting toward the door.

"No, I'll get it," Liam said, tugging her back by the hand. "Back in a jif." He smiled as he left the kitchen. All he wanted was a quiet day at home before they had to start packing for France. He had a few details to finalize too, away from Emma's prying ears. Whoever was at the door was getting the briefest brush off then he was finishing his breakfast.

Liam opened the door, mouth opening to speak. But no sound came out. He blinked, unsure what he was seeing.

"Hello, Liam."

Liam continued to stare stupidly, utterly stunned. The man was older than he remembered but he'd know that face anywhere.

"Liam? What the hell's going on?" Killian called from the kitchen. "Your food's getting cold!"

Feet shuffled closer to the door. "Liam?" Emma said worriedly. She saw the man at the door and frowned. He looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place him.

"Bloody hell," Killian complained, also coming to the door. "Unless it's the sodding Queen, shut the damn door!" He stopped dead in his tracks behind Emma. "You've got to be kidding."

"Look at you," the stranger said. "All grown up."

"No," Killian snapped. "You don't get to talk to us. Shut the door, Liam."

But Liam didn't move. Killian pushed through, forcibly dragging Liam away and slamming the door in the man's face. "Killian!" Emma cried. "What is going on?"

Killian flipped the lock and glared hard at the door. "That was our father, Emma. Ioan Jones."