Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos
407. Olivia - Picnic III

I love teasing my men. To make them lust for me even more than they already do. There had been a time when I hated sex, when I found it repulsive. Being touched always made me feel filthy. But not anymore. Being with my men makes me

feel loved and desired. It's not only a union of our bodies but of our hearts and souls as well.

"Do you like it when I call you 'my Lord?""

I shouldn't keep poking the beast, but I love when Rueben loses control. When all he wants to do is to fuck me.

"The picnic," he groans.

Is he saying it to me or to himself?

I sigh a bit dramatically. "Very well."

Rueben kisses me before letting go of my neck. "Don't fret, Baby. I'll slip open your pussy later. Meanwhile, I'll take care of the food while you get ready."

I roll my eyes because I don't get why the obsession with me looking pretty on a picnic.

Not wanting anyone to starve because of me, I go change.

The dress is on my side of the closet, so it isn't hard to locate it. I haven't put it on ever since Rueben made me try it the first time, but I'm sure it still fits me perfectly since I barely gained any weight with the pregnancy.

I put the dress on and take a look at it in the mirror. The front part of the waterfall skirt falls right above my knees, while the back part caresses the lower of my legs. The upper part of the dress leaves my shoulders exposed, and the sleeves reach my elbows.

The cream color complements me so well.

When it comes to hairstyles, I don't know that many. I have three favorite ways to wear my hair-in a messy bun, braided, or loose. But for today, I'll do something a little different-a Dutch braid with the lower part in a ponytail. Lately, I've been a lot into natural make-up, so I don't have to spend a lot of time in front of the mirror. Lastly, I put on a pair of flat shoes since heels would sink into the ground and make it hard to walk around with them. When I am ready, I return to the kitchen, expecting to find Rueben, but instead of him, Mose is waiting for me. The moment his gaze falls on me, his jaw drops. I haven't blushed in years, but his instant reaction brings warmth to my cheeks. "You look so beautiful, Olly," he says before pressing his lips to my forehead.

Despite him being a snitch, I know he didn't contact his parents out of malice. It doesn't mean I will forgive him anytime soon but at least Ansel and him made peace. For a while, I did contemplate killing him and hidding his body in the forest, but that would mean losing Hellcniht and that's something I'm not willing to do. Besides, I love Mose. Also, if I kill him, who will make all my favorite dishes for me?

As for Mose's parents, they are yet to reply to his initial email. With a bit of luck, they might not have seen it. Even so, we are investing a lot in making our new home safe. We might even home school Spencer.

The Elders already sent several groups of blood-brothers to find out the whereabouts of the Bringers of Doom. Mose shared any information he had about the cult, which wasn't a lot, and promised to help with everything he can.

I arrange the collar of Mose's shirt. "So are you," I say, making Mose chuckle. You should know by now that you look like a K-drama actor." He shrugs. I run my fingers across his short beard. "I love that you let your hair loose today and not in the usual messy bun."

"I can leave it like this more often," Mose suggests.

I kiss his cheek. "Just so you know, I love it when you have a messy hair bun. But you could try some other hairstyles. Maybe braids like the Vikings."

"A Korean Viking," Mose huffs.

I smile. "Why not? I bet you will look so handsome."

Mose frowns pensively but doesn't reply to my question. "The others are waiting. Jasper and Rueben are complaining they are hungry."

I laugh before interlacing my fingers with Mose. "Let's not make the others wait any longer."

We step out of the cabin, and Mose guides me close to where the barn is.

There, in the middle of a big patch of wildflowers, a blanket is spread out, with food and drinks on top of it.

Spencer is playing baseball with Jasper and Rueben while Tyson is talking to my grandparents. Ansel is trying to convince Juniper to get down from a neraby tall rock. Rueben is yet to forgive Juniper for kicking him in the balls and still threatens to cook her. Mose doesn't find it funny, but the entire situation is hilarious to me.

Diva lays next to Miss Teapot's basket. The kittens are too young to venture far, so there's no risk of them getting lost. Plus, Miss Teapot is an excellent mother to her four kittens.

Even the horses are present, grazing in their pasture.

I am so glad the animals were also included in the picnic.

Mose and I stop under a tree and quietly observe the scene before our eyes. It fills my soul with joy. This is the life I've always wanted: to be surrounded by my loved ones and share my happiness with them.

Not wanting to forget this beautiful day anytime soon, I ask Mose, "Do you have your phone with you?"

"Yeah," Mose says before giving it to me.

I take photos of my family, with the idea of starting work on a scrapbook in the following days. I spent so many years drugged out of my mind while silently life slipped past me. Back then, I wanted to forget, now I want to remember every instance. Every second of joy I experience with my family.

When I take enough pictures, I give Mose back his phone and place my hand on my stomach. I am yet to feel the baby kick, but the gesture brings me so much comfort. Looking back at the night I found out about my second pregnancy, I feel ashamed of how I reacted. Now, that I love the baby with all of my heart, I can't believe I wanted to have an abortion.

My darkness wraps around the baby, letting me know nothing and no one will harm him or her. It will be another month before we can find out the gender. Tyson, Rueben, and Jasper hope we will have a girl, while Mose and Ansel want a boy. I don't care about the gender; all I want is for the baby to be born on time without any complications.