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“Fuck, love,” Damian says. “You trying to drown me?”

“I’m sorry, I never—”

“Don’t apologize. Do it every time.” Hendrix tucks his finger under my chin and tips my head up.

“I don’t know how it happened,” I confess.

Damian crawls over me. My scent coats him. “Let’s see if you can do it on my dick.”

He nudges against my entrance. “You ready for me to make you mine?”

“Yes.” I don’t understand what it would mean to be his. I don’t understand why I’m throwing caution to the wind. I don’t understand how we can feel so perfect together. What I do understand is that I can’t wait to see how his cock feels.

He uses one slow stroke to seat himself inside of me. I’m so full of cock, I can’t think.

“Hendrix was right. Your pussy is perfect. Let me know when you’re ready.”

Leaning onto one arm as he holds himself over me, he unfastens the buttons in the front of my blouse. My tits spring free. Of all days to be a no-bra day, this was a good one. But I don’t want to be free. I want him all over me.

His dick swells inside me. I take another second to adapt.

“Love, you should have warned me your tits were so pretty.”

“I didn’t know.”

“It’s hard to believe you’re real.” Hendrix leans so he can cup one of them, and Damian takes the other with his mouth. My nipples bead, giving the men hard buds to tease.

They’re talking crazy, but it feels so good. No need to bring up how normal I am. I squirm under their ministrations.

I’m not sure how Hendrix does it, but one of his hands cups my breasts and the other traces my lower lip.

I let my naughty-girl self shine. Or is it my good girl self? Hendrix and Damian don’t seem picky. Teasing my tongue over the tip of his finger, I say, “I wish this was your cock.”

Damian’s mouth pops off my breast and his hips lurch into mine. “Fuck, I’m about to come.”

“Make me yours,” I say, not sure if he’s asking permission.

He pounds me hard. My tits bounce with his rapid thrusts, and Hendrix manages them both with one hand. It’s not graceful as we attempt to sync with Damian, but I suck Hendrix’s finger into my mouth, tasting myself.

I want to be full of them. Want to completely surrender. And for now, I do. Damian’s thrust angles just right to hit that special spot he’d found with his fingers. In seconds, I’m coming all over his cock. So much for his warning. I beat him to it.

Then he shakes, growls, and spills himself inside me. Pump after pump continues to fill me with his release and it trickles down my ass. Waves of my orgasm come out of nowhere. I’m tossed through bliss and ecstasy. And I don’t ever want to go home.

Four

Wespendthenexttwo weeks getting the car cleaned, going over my case, and having lots of sex, while playing house in Hendrix’s luxurious mountain home. There’s no distinction of who sleeps where. We’re a trio that does everything together. I’m so addicted, I lose track of the days. If I didn’t have my bakery to run and a looming trial date, I’d lose track of time completely.

I schedule the bakery to be closed for a few days before and after Christmas, which gives us tons of time to enjoy each other. And since I’m not sure what to buy either of them for a present, I hit them with the old “let’s not do gifts” thing.

That’s not likely to work, so I wrap myself in tissue paper and let them tear it off me on Christmas morning. It’s better than nothing, and I don’t feel so bad when they claim that the lifetime supply of ridiculously expensive underwear and bras they buy me isn’t a Christmas present but a necessity.

The holiday flies past, and Hendrix is pissed when he isn’t able to settle out of court. My trial takes place on New Year’s Eve. Not the greatest way to end the year, but Mister Benedict, aka Prick, who’s suing me, won’t back down. He’s been told that my legal representation changed but doesn’t seem to understand who he’s up against. He definitely doesn’t understand how protective my lawyers are of me.

Which is why I don’t tell them I’m pregnant. I’m not sure how crazy they’ll get when they know I’m carrying their child. When Hendrix said he was going to put a baby in me that first day, he must have meant it. Fairly true to form for him… He doesn’t joke around much.

When our day in court finally comes, Prick is on the stand, and Hendrix is questioning him. “Have you ever received a settlement for your anaphylaxis?”

“I don’t have to answer questions about my medical condition. That’s protected under the medical privacy laws.”

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