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I stare at it. “You like the idea too.”

The baby stuff or just the fucking? Either way, I approve.

“We should do something about it,” Carter says.

Knox strips off his jeans before cannonballing back into our mammoth bed, breaking through the heavy discussions with his antics.

Poppy giggles and opens her arms wide enough to squash us all to her.

I wish we never had to let go.

CHAPTER 12

Carter

Ihad no intention of sleeping with Poppy. Not in our bed. That’s why we set her up in our guest suite. But leaving her alone, even on the other side of the bookcase that separates the two spaces, didn’t feel right. What if she woke up alone and scared? What if we’d hurt her?

She’d passed out so hard.

Aiden’s puppy-dog eyes and Knox’s shrug convinced me to disregard my better sense.

And that’s how she ended up here, having too-intimate discussions in our personal space.

That must be why this crazy rush of possessive desire has flooded my veins.

We don’t invite women into our home.

Somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, our beauty has already been here twice.

And it’s getting harder to imagine the place without her.

“We’re not going upstairs?” Aiden wonders when I settle over Poppy instead of rolling from bed and scooping her into my arms to head for Club Sin.

“Too far away.”

Knox grunts his agreement.

Even Poppy nods as she arches toward Aiden for a kiss.

I stare into her eyes as she makes out with my best friend. “Today isn’t going to be anything like last night—drawn out and slow. You know that, right?”

“I’m hoping not.” She’s restless beneath me, sucking on Aiden’s tongue when he slips it between her lips. I trace the seam between them, pressing my finger in beside his tongue so she can draw on it too.

Fuck.

Leaving them to their kissing games, I snake downward.

Knox cuts in from the side opposite Aiden for a turn while Aiden catches his breath.

I peel the sheet off Poppy and unveil her to my boys, who both pause to appreciate her as if she’s fine art in one of the gallery openings we’ve attended.

Aiden worships her with soft caresses and squeezes.

Me, I only have one goal in mind. I spread her legs, propping her feet on my shoulders and shoving her knees flat to the bed, splaying her out like a butterfly.

Moans echo around us as we launch our triple assault on her senses.

I slip my fingers inside her, spreading her apart as I peer inside.

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