Page 97 of Hooked On Them

“Home sweet home.” I dropped my luggage in the entryway. The familiar scent of my vanilla candles lingered in the air, mixed with the slight staleness that comes from being away for days.

The energy between us had been building since we left my dad’s house. The entire flight back, I’d been hyperaware of every touch, every glance, and every time one of them leaned close to whisper something. By the time we’d made it into the car from the airport, I was practically vibrating with anticipation.

It had taken all my willpower not to jump their bones on Christmas Eve. And on Christmas. And the morning after, before our flight took off.

I’d never imagined that the two pink lines on the pregnancy test would lead me to three men who somehow made me feel seen, safe, and completely out of my mind in love.

Love. It was such a scary word, but somehow, with them, it wasn’t.

I turned to face my three impossible men standing in my living room, looking equal parts exhausted from travel and charged with the same desire I felt.

Miles set down his bag, toeing off his shoes. “What’s the plan for the rest?—”

I didn’t let him finish. With deliberate movements, I kicked off my shoes, reached for the hem of my shirt, and pulled it over my head in one fluid motion. Standing there in my bra and jeans, I watched their reactions.

Carter’s eyebrows shot up, his signature grin spreading across his face. “Well, hello.”

Dominic’s eyes darkened immediately, his gaze traveling slowly over my exposed skin. Miles, ever the controlled one, simply swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“I think…” I stepped toward them. “That we’ve all been painfully patient long enough.”

The holiday with my dad had been wonderful but exhausting. Keeping our hands to ourselves while navigating family time had left all of us with pent-up energy, minus the night Miles had snuck into my room.

Add in the sweet, emotional moment when they’d given me their thoughtfully chosen baby gifts, and I was a mess of hormones and feelings that needed release.

“You sure?” Dominic’s voice was already rough. “Maybe we should talk first or?—”

I cut him off by pressing my body against his, my hands sliding up his chest. “I don’t want to talk about Christmas or flights or what happens next.” I looked up at him, then over at Miles and Carter. “I want you. All of you.”

I rose on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to Dominic’s, feeling his initial surprise melt into hunger as his arms wrapped around my waist. His kiss was consuming as always, like he wanted to devour me whole. I bit down gently on his lower lip, earning a groan that vibrated through his chest.

When I pulled back, I turned to Miles, whose controlled façade was cracking at the edges. His eyes were intent, focused completely on me as I approached him. I reached up to run my fingers through his hair.

Miles didn’t hesitate. One hand cupped my cheek while the other pressed firmly against the small of my back, drawing me to him. Where Dominic was fire, Miles was the ocean with deep, powerful currents beneath a deceptively calm surface. His kiss was methodical but no less passionate, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips before delving inside.

Carter stepped behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders as his lips found the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. Miles continued kissing me while Carter’s fingers traced patterns on my bare skin, causing goosebumps to rise in their wake.

When Miles finally released me, I turned in Carter’s arms to face him. “I’ve been waiting for my turn very patiently.”

Carter kissed differently than the others. He was playful yet intense, like he was savoring a favorite dessert. His hands wandered freely, sliding down my sides to grip my hips, pulling me against him so I could feel how hard he was already.

I broke the kiss and looked at all three of them. “Bedroom. Now.”

I didn’t wait for their response, turning toward my bedroom with confident steps. I heard them following, their footsteps and the sound of clothing being discarded creating a soundtrack of anticipation.

My bedroom wasn’t large, dominated by my queen bed with its floral duvet. In this moment, it felt like the center of the universe.

I turned to them as they entered, each in various stages of undress. Carter had already stripped down to his boxers, while Miles unbuttoned his shirt, and Dominic pulled his shirt over his head.

I reached behind me to unclasp my bra. I let it fall to the floor, enjoying the way all three sets of eyes immediately fixated on my breasts. My pregnancy hadn’t dramatically changed my body yet, but my breasts were fuller and more sensitive. The way they looked at me made me feel like the most desirable woman on earth.

I shimmied out of my jeans next, letting them pool around my ankles before kicking them aside. The red lace underwear I’d chosen that morning felt deliciously scandalous against my skin. A thrill ran through me as I noticed how their gazes traced over the curves of my hips, the slight swell of my belly still barely visible.

Carter approached me first, his hands reaching for my hips. “What do you want, Nora? Tell us.”

I looked at each of them, my heart hammering with desire and something deeper, something I wasn’t quite ready to name, at least not out loud. “I want your hands. Your mouths. I want all of you.”

They didn’t need to be told twice. Carter guided me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed. I let myself fall onto the mattress, watching as they finished undressing. Three pairs of hands reached for me at once, and I surrendered to the sensations.

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