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Another more insistent knock told her that the first one wasn’t a part of her dream. “Mercy,” Cash barked through the door, “Callan and I need to know that you are okay. Open the door, little one.” Mercy sat up in bed pulling the covers up over her belly and chest as if trying to hide from them. Unless either of them developed x-ray vision, she was probably safe. She lowered the blankets giggling at herself when Cash banged on her door again. They weren’t going to just give up and go away knowing that she was in there. She pushed her hair out of hereyes and pulled the blanket off the bed, wrapping it around her body.

Mercy padded to the door, her bare feet cold against the hardwood floor, and pulled it open to find Cash and Callan crowding her doorframe with their big bodies. “What are you two doing at my door?” Mercy stuttered. She couldn’t take her eyes off them; they were so sexy standing there side by side—brooding. Mercy could feel the tension coming off them both and for the first time since agreeing to move into Cash’s house with them, she regretted her decision. Sure, they agreed to let her stay in the spare room, but she was smart enough to figure out that they wouldn’t leave her in there alone for very long. Maybe a part of her wanted them to demand her to let them in, fight for her some. But the rational part of her knew that letting them into her bed would be a huge mistake.

“You were screaming, baby. We wanted to make sure that you were all right.” Callan looked past her and around her room as if making sure that she was alone. She wanted to laugh but judging by the looks on both of their faces, they weren’t in the mood to find anything funny.

“I’m fine, Callan. I must have had a little nightmare,” she lied, “but you two banging on my door took care of that.” She started to shut the door, suddenly wanting to crawl back into bed and continue her hot dreams of the three of them tangled up together. If she had told him that she was dreaming of them giving her the best orgasm she had ever had and that was probably why she was screaming, they would never leave her alone. If she opened that door to them, they would all fall down the rabbit hole and she would never be able to dig herself back out.

“It didn’t sound like you were frightened, little one.” Cash smirked down at her and she felt her face heat. Shit, he knewexactly what she was dreaming about, and Cash wouldn’t let up until she admitted it to the both of them.

“Well, I can’t help the way it sounded, Cash. I was being chased by clowns, and it was terrifying,” she lied again. Cash’s smirk turned into a full-on smile, and she felt like he could see right through her. Mercy crossed her arms over her, and she noticed that both guys’ gazes dropped to take in her body. She was wearing a thin nightshirt that barely covered her growing body. Cash growled, looking as though he wanted to reach for her but shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, causing them to ride a little lower. From the looks of his erection tenting his pants, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. The thought of being able to dip her greedy hands into his waistband and run them all over his cock made her wet.

She nervously licked her lips and Callan moaned. “Baby, you keep looking at Cash like that and you just might make me jealous,” he teased. She looked Callan up and down noticing that he was wearing less than Cash. His boxer briefs were showing off his impressive erection and it took everything in her not to sink to her knees and beg him to let her lick him.

“That’s much better, baby.” He rasped, winking at her when she finally looked back up at him.

“This is getting us nowhere,” Cash barked, obviously finished with all the flirtation that was going on. “We want you, little one, and from the way that you are looking at us, you want us both two. Just say the word and you can have us both.” Cash held out his arms as if making her an offer that she couldn’t refuse.

Callan seemed just as eager to hear her tell him that she wanted them. “Mercy, you’re killing us. We’ve fucked up in the past, but we won’t let you walk away from us again. Please just let us in, give us another chance to prove to you that this can work between the three of us.”

Mercy took two steps back from the door as if trying to put some much-needed space between her and the two guys that were consuming her mind, body, and soul. She knew what she wanted to do but was she making the right decision for her and her baby?

“Tell us this is all right with you, little one. We won’t step foot into your room unless you give us the green light.” Mercy thought about telling them that she needed more time to think, to decide, hell to just get her head on straight. But, saying any of those things would be a lie. What she needed was them—in her bed, in her life, and by her side. Her life felt like it was moving at full speed and sometimes she wished she could slow the ride down.

Mercy palmed her belly, worried that they might not be so interested once she took off her clothes. Her body wasn’t the same as it was months ago when they spent their only night together. Cash and Callan stood in her doorway, watching her every move. Mercy didn’t miss the hunger in either of their eyes and she realized that all her silly fears were for nothing. She just needed to trust that the two men standing in front of her were going to stay true to their word and be there for her, no matter what.

“You are so fucking beautiful, baby. Please say yes to us,” Callan’s voice was gruff with need, and she couldn’t deny them any more than she would deny herself. She wanted them and she needed to start taking what she wanted.

“Yes,” she whispered. Callan smiled and started into her room, but Cash’s big arm stretched across his body, stopping him.

“What the fuck, man?” Callan seemed pissed that Cash was trying to stop him from getting to her.

“Be sure, little one. Once we come into your room, we are going to make you ours again and this time there will be noturning back.” Cash’s warning had her hot. She wouldn’t want to turn back now even if they’d let her.

“I’m sure, Cash. I want you both, so much. Please, make me yours—both of yours.” Callan pushed past Cash’s arm and crossed into Mercy’s room.

She let him pull her into his arms, wrapping her body around his. Cash stood in the doorway, as if not sure what he should do next. “Please Cash, I need you too.” Mercy held out her hand to him and he still seemed hesitant. Finally, he took her offered hand and pulled her between him and Callan, framing her body with theirs. She was finally where she wanted to be, between the two men that she desired most.

Cash pulled her against his body and dipped his head to kiss her mouth. At first, he took his time, working his way into her mouth with his tongue. When she finally opened and let him in he seemed to go crazy with need almost devouring her lips, nipping and biting, until she pulled away from him breathless. Callan turned her to face him and the way that he softly kissed her made her think of just how different the two men were.

Callan sometimes was so gentle that she thought if she looked deep enough into his blue eyes she might find love shining back at her. Maybe that was more wishful thinking on her part, but it was something that she hoped for, nonetheless. Cash always pushed her to her limits, demanding but giving her back so much pleasure. Yet, when they were getting to know each other, Cash told her of his dream of opening a BDSM club next door to Manholes. He seemed so vulnerable when he talked about his dreams and desires that she wanted to wrap him in her arms and protect him.

“God, I’ve missed you so fucking much, little one,” Cash whispered. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip and down her neck. His gentle touch nearly made her knees buckle.

“I missed you too, both of you,” Mercy said. Callan rested his hand on her belly and Mercy’s heart did a little flip-flop.

“Is this okay?” Callan fumbled, “You know, having sex while you’re pregnant?” He seemed so unsure of himself, such a contrast from just moments earlier. Mercy smiled and nodded, pulling Callan down for a gentle kiss.

“Yes, it’s completely okay to have sex while I’m pregnant. You won’t hurt either of us.” That seemed to be the green light that either of the guys needed. Callan pulled the blanket that she had wrapped around her body from her arms and Cash lifted her nightshirt over her head leaving her completely bare. Their hands were everywhere on her body, caressing and tugging and she couldn’t get enough.

“You are so beautiful, baby,” Callan praised, and she wanted to melt into a puddle. She knew that it was silly wanting them to tell her that she was a good girl for them, but she did. Every time Callan told her that she was his good girl, or Cash called her his little one, her walls crumbled a little. Being with them tonight, she knew that they would tear down all their walls and leave her bare at their feet and a part of her couldn’t wait. Her life had been so chaotic lately she craved the control that they demanded from her. She was theirs completely and they both seemed to know it.

“I’ve wanted you so badly, little one. You kept us waiting,” Cash growled, pinching her nipple between his finger and thumb. He liked to give her a little bit of pain and she had to admit, she liked it. His hands slid down to her ass and he pulled her body into his, squeezing her ass in his two big hands. Callan pressed up against her back, working his hands down her body stopping to caress and love the baby. He dipped his hands below her belly and spread her wet folds.

Between the erotic dream of the two of them in bed with her and the real-life fantasy that they were both giving her now, she knew that he would find her drenched and ready for them both.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby. You like this don’t you?” Mercy moaned her answer and Cash chuckled.

“I think our little one has lost the ability to use her words. Let’s put that sexy mouth of hers to work.” Cash backed her up to the bed and helped her to sit down. They both stripped out of their sweats and boxers, standing gloriously naked before her. “Usually, we like our sub on her knees worshiping us but you’re carrying our baby, and we need to be a bit gentler,” Cash growled. She wanted to protest and tell them both that she could handle whatever they wanted to throw at her, but she knew that neither guy would allow her to put herself or the baby in danger. Besides, she could do just as good a job sitting comfortably on the bed. She reached for them both, taking their cocks into her hands, and stroked them, loving how powerful they made her feel. The look in their eyes almost tore her in two. If she didn’t know any better she would swear that behind the lust she could see love and she didn’t want to let herself believe that. How could they be in love with her? They were only together one night and now she worried that they only wanted her because she was pregnant.

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