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The coil of tension in my belly winds tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

I'm lost in a haze of sensation—the fullness of Brooks and Nick inside me, the weight of Tyler on my tongue, the reverent touches of their hands on my fevered skin.

"Let go. Come all over us, baby," Nick murmurs in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. "We've got you."

His words are my undoing. With a muffled cry around Tyler, I tumble over the edge, waves of pleasure crashing over me. My body clenches around Brooks and Nick, pulling them deeper.

"Fuck," Brooks groans, his rhythm faltering. "I'm close…"

Tyler gently pulls away from my mouth, replacing himself with his fingers. I suck on them greedily as he uses his other hand to caress my breasts, adding to the overwhelming sensation.

Brooks comes in me instantly, filling me deep and I feel Nick follow suit. They set me down and I fall to all fours, opening myself wide for Tyler to plunge deep, and he does, thrusting quickly inside of me.

Tyler's hands hold my hips as he thrusts into me, his movements urgent and passionate. The sensitivity from my previous orgasm heightens every sensation, and I moan wantonly, pushing back against him.

Brooks and Nick position themselves on either side of me, their hands roaming my body as they whisper words of praise and adoration. Nick captures my lips in a searing kiss,swallowing my cries of pleasure as Tyler hits that perfect spot inside me.

"You're so beautiful like this," Brooks murmurs, his fingers trailing along my spine. "So perfect for us."

The coil of tension builds again, faster this time, as Tyler's thrusts become more erratic. I can tell he's close, his breathing ragged and his hold on my hips tightening.

"Come for me, love," Tyler groans. "One more time."

His words send me spiraling, my pussy gushing over and over for his come.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Tyler

The low rumble of Brooks’snoring is what wakes me, pulling me out of a deep sleep.

I blink against the dim light filtering through the curtains. Ally is curled up in my arms, her body warm and soft against mine.

I can’t help but smile as I watch her, her peaceful expression tugging at something deep inside me.

Careful not to wake her, I brush a stray strand of hair from her face, the tips of my fingers grazing her smooth cheek. She stirs slightly but doesn’t wake, her breathing steady and soft.

Leaning down, I press a gentle kiss to her cheek before slowly slipping out of bed. The cool air hits me the moment I’m out from under the blankets, sending a shiver through me.

The floor creaks softly beneath my feet as I grab my hoodie off the chair and head across the hall to my own bathroom.

The hot water of the shower feels like heaven, washing away the remnants of sleep. Steam fills the small space, fogging up the mirror as I let the water run over me.

I finish quickly, toweling off and pulling on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt before heading downstairs. The kitchen is quiet.

As the coffee brews, the rich aroma fills the kitchen, cutting through the chill of the early morning. I lean against the counter, scrolling through my phone.

The glow of the screen lights up my face as I catch up on social media and skim through sports headlines. The soft hum of the coffee maker is the only sound, and I smile to myself.

It’s strange being the first one awake. Normally, I’m the last to roll out of bed, and Nick or Brooks is already making coffee or flipping through the morning news.

Today feels different, though. Maybe it’s because of Ally, or maybe it’s just everything we’ve got going on.

I glance toward the fridge, and my eyes land on a small note in Brooks’ neat handwriting:“Ally Pregnancy Appointment: 26th at 11:00 AM”.

A warm wave of excitement washes over me, and I can’t help but grin.

I’ve never thought of myself as the family type, but the idea of sharing a baby with my brother, my best friend, and the woman we all love, it’s something I didn’t know I needed.

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