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“That isn’t going inside me,” I whimper.

“Baby, it’s already been inside you, and you took it really fucking good,” Sin laughs. “Now suck Noah’s cock.”

I let out a choked noise and lean back, taking Noah’s familiar length into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and suck Noah to the back of my throat while Sin adds a finger into me, watching me suck Noah. Every time I stop sucking Noah’s dick, Sin removes his finger. I groan around Noah and Sin chuckles. Sin must be getting impatient because he orders Noah to fuck my face.

Noah grabs the sides of my head and starts thrusting his hips, hitting the back of my throat. Where did this Noah come from? He’s rougher, more dominant. I like it.

Sin lines his hard length up with my soaked center. Noah pushes to the back of my throat and that’s when Sin starts to slide in.

I can feel the ridge of every piercing as he fills me, the sting only adding to the pleasure. He thrusts in all the way, stretching me, his piercings hitting a spot that has my eyes going unfocused and a scream ripping from my throat. Noah and Sin speed up, lighting up my already sensitive body.

When Sin rubs circles on my nub while pounding into me, and Noah releases one side of my head to pinch and twist my nipple, I come undone.

Noah tenses in my mouth before coming down my throat. I swallow every drop before Noah pulls out and lays beside me, stroking my side.

“Good girl,” Sin praises.

My pussy clenches at the praise, and Sin moans, stilling as he releases his hot load into me. I gasp to catch my breath, and Sin flops down on the other side of me.

Our legs are all tangled; I can’t tell where one of us ends and the other begins. Sin sets his hand on my flat stomach before rubbing gentle circles.

He sits up and plants a soft kiss right below my belly button. “I love you so much already, baby,” he whispers to my stomach.

That brings a tear to my eye that I quickly swipe away. This baby, I realize, will grow up so differently from me. The baby will grow up with love and support, not just from me, but these two amazing men.

Chapter Eleven

Sin

Six months later…

Isit at the table drinking coffee, watching Kieran dance around the kitchen. She said she wanted to cook us breakfast this morning. She’s making eggs, French toast and sausage, even though last night, she complained last night about how swollen her feet were and said she was gonna stay in bed all day today.

I was really hoping she would. I had plans to devour her. But when she woke up this morning, she was bouncing around with so much energy.

Poor Noah. He’s upstairs looking for her comfy shirt. That’s all she yelled when she looked in the dryer and didn’t find it.

Her exact words were, “Noah, what did you do with my comfy shirt?”

When he asked what her comfy shirt looked like, she yelled back, ”My comfy shirt, find it now!” So, he’s been up there for an hour looking for her comfy shirt. We don’t even know what the damn thing looks like. Her pregnancy hormones are killing us.

Noah stumbles down the stairs with a shirt balled in his fists. “Is this it?” he pants.

“Yessssss!” she yells as she runs up to him and jumps into his arms. “Where did you find it?”

“It was under your pillow,” he sighs.

“Ohhh yes, I put it there last night so you two wouldn’t steal it,” she laughs.

That damn laugh has my stomach doing flips, just like it did the time I heard it at the shelter.

Now it’s my turn to chime in. “Why would we steal it?”

“Because you two already tried to.”

She grabs the shirt and holds it out for me.

Taking from her, I hold it up. It’s a plain black t-shirt. We’d decided to throw it away since it doesn’t fit either Noah or myself That’s her comfy shirt? “Where did you find this? Noah was supposed to throw it away,” I ask.

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