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More sex? “Now?”

“Yep.” Josh gropes for his pants and finds what he’s looking for. “We’re pretty serious about loving you nonstop. And about this pregnancy thing, too.”

Then what is Josh fishing around for? A condom is counterproductive.

“I’m actually serious about it, too,” I assure him.

“Do you care that, without a paternity test, you may not know exactly who fathered our children? That your family won’t know, either?”

Is he actually worried about that? “No. The children—I’m guessing you want more than one?—will be ours.”

“They will. Three or four would suit us, if you’re willing.”

I’ve always wanted a bigger family. “I’d love that!”

The hot-eyed smile he sends me is full of joy. “Good to hear. You sore, sweetheart?”

A little, but not enough to refuse them. Never enough for that. “No.”

“Damn, you’re perfect for us.” He sits me up, facing away from him, and lifts me over his suddenly erect cock with a groan. “Bear down.”

I do, just in time to feel him slide smooth as silk into my ass. Once he’s filled me to the hilt, he urges me to lie back against his chest. Then he spreads his legs wide—taking mine with him—and lifts up slowly and rhythmically beneath me.

Nerve endings I swore were beyond satisfied spark back to burning life.

Just then, Marcus exits the bathroom with a smile and a ready-to-go erection. As he watches Josh fuck my ass, his grin turns lascivious.

He clambers onto the bed and without any preamble, he surges into my wet, empty sex with a moan that vibrates all through my body. “You’re fucking perfect, baby girl. Marry us.”

Of all the things I thought he might say, that’s the last thing I expected to hear. “What?”

“You love us. We love you.” His tone dares me to believe otherwise. “You’re getting pregnant tonight. We want you to be our wife.”

“What the ogre is trying to say”—Josh murmurs in my ear, filling me with stroke after smooth, mind-bending stroke—“is that we knew immediately that you’re the woman who completes us. We might have fought our feelings along the way, but as we lie here together, you have our hearts. You’ve given us yours. And we hope you’ll do us the honor of spending your life with us, having a family, and seeing where the years lead us because we’re pretty sure that we’ll only be deeper in love.”

“Show off,” Marcus growls as he grabs my thighs and uses them as leverage to hurl himself deeper inside me. “What he said.”

The hot tears I’ve been holding back fall down my flushed cheeks as I laugh with sublime joy and burning passion. I’ve been hurt before, but this is different. They’re different. Derrick is my past, and these amazing men are my bright, wonderful future who will never do anything except love and support me. “Yes! I know I can’t legally marry you both, but—”

“Not the point. We’ll have an irrelevant ceremony where you’ll marry one of us for the sake of paperwork and bureaucrats. But make no mistake. You’re ours. For the rest of our lives.”

“Yours,” I breathe, my heart swelling right along with my orgasm.

“Thank fuck.” Marcus sighs in audible relief. “I’m going to come inside you, baby girl.”

“Let’s get this on her finger first.” Josh passes him something.

My heart stops. Is that what I think it is?

Marcus grabs my hand and settles a ring at my fingertip. “By the power vested in us with our cocks—”

“This isn’t a joke,” Josh warns.

It’s not, but I laugh, happiness bubbling up inside me from a never-ending wellspring in my heart.

“It kind of is. But our cocks really are powerful, and they’re really going to plow you a lot and knock you up.”

“Marcus!” Josh bellows.


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