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“Bedroom.” Rick finally says.

I carry her upstairs, loving how she clings to me. My brothers follow, already stripping clothes.

Our bed’s big enough for four—had to be. She sprawls in the center, skin glowing in lamplight. The slight swell of her stomach only makes her more beautiful.

“How do you want to play this?” Chase asks her.

She reaches for me. “Want you inside me. Want to taste them while you fuck me.”

Jesus Christ.

I settle between her thighs while my brothers position themselves by her head. When I push inside, we all groan at how perfect she feels.

She takes Rick’s cock in her mouth first, one hand working Chase’s shaft. The sight nearly makes me lose it—her taking all of us at once, giving and taking pleasure.

“Fuck, baby.” Rick’s hand fists in her hair. “Just like that.”

I find a rhythm that works, each thrust pushing her further onto Rick’s cock while she strokes Chase. The sounds she makes around Rick drive us all crazy.

She switches to Chase’s cock, taking him deep while stroking Rick. I pick up speed, angling to hit the depth of her core.

“Close,” Chase warns. “Gonna come.”

She doubles her efforts, working both cocks while I pound into her. Chase comes first, spilling down her throat. Rick follows moments later, marking her breasts.

The sight triggers my own release. I drive deep one last time, emptying inside her with a curse.

After that, we gently clean her, taking turns with warm washcloths. She drifts between us, thoroughly satisfied.

“Love you,” she murmurs, already half asleep. “All of you.”

“Love you too,” we answer together.

She falls asleep, curled against Rick while Chase spoons her from behind. I settle at her feet, one hand on her ankle.

Some love expands to include everything. Some passion can transform into forever.

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EVIE

“Three more kicks on the right,”I tell Daisy, guiding her hand over my enormous belly. At eight and a half months with twins, I feel like a beached whale. “Your brothers are having a party in there.”

She grins at the movement under her palm. Violet’s already lost interest, too busy arranging her toy motorcycles in complex formations on the gallery floor.

The brothers insisted I stop working weeks ago, but sitting at home alone drove me crazy. So here I am, supervising from the comfortable chair they installed behind my desk, watching my family’s daily chaos unfold.

Chase works on a client’s backpiece, and the machine is buzzing steadily. Rick handles paperwork in his office while Zane entertains walk-ins. Normal afternoon. Safe. Perfect.

The door chimes. Something about the stranger makes my skin prickle—his suit is too expensive for a random client, and his eyes scan exits like a professional.

“Can I help you?” Zane asks, but I’m already reaching for my phone.

The man’s smile doesn’t reach his cold eyes. “Just browsing.”

Before I can dial, his jacket opens. Metal glints.

“Girls, bathroom.” My voice stays steady despite my racing heart. “Now.”

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