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“You’re in the middle of your cycle,” Josh points out.

Of course he knows. He’s almost obsessive about taking care of me. He keeps up with all my doctor’s appointments, brings me chamomile tea before bed, and always seems to understand my mood.

My nod has gravity. “I am.”

Josh’s whiskey eyes flare with desire. “You know what you’re asking?”

“You want us to get you pregnant again?” Marcus doesn’t look at all distressed by that notion.

“I know we talked about not having a third child, but…”

“You want more?”

I nod, skimming my hand down their bodies and nipping Marcus’s shoulder before kissing Josh’s jaw. “I love our family and I want to expand it. And I want to do it here, where we first conceived. Please…”

The guys exchange a quick glance. Then Marcus grins, climbs between my legs, and slides his bare cock inside me with one hearty push. “Oh, baby girl, we will be more than happy to knock you up again. You know I love our kids. And I love fucking you, but especially while you’re pregnant.”

I do know that. During each of my last two pregnancies, he was voracious. Josh, too.

“You’re sure?” Josh, always a tad more cautious, asks. “Last time—”

“I’ve talked to Dr. Moore. She said there’s no reason we should have complications this time. I’m still under thirty and not considered high risk. Josh…”

He sighs. “You know I can never say no to you.”

And as I smile, he bends to pluck and suck at my nipples while Marcus surges inside me roughly, over and over in a slow, deep rhythm that soon has my toes curling, my breaths coming fast, and my restraint crumbling. He comes as I do, long and hard with a groan and a warm jet of his seed deep inside me.

Josh lifts his mouth from my body and, as Marcus rolls away, he takes his place between my legs, sliding in to the hilt with a chest-deep moan. “I missed fucking you bareback, sweetheart. If there’s no risk to you being pregnant, I vote we keep this up for another year or two. Dear god…”

“Fuck yes,” Marcus, already stirring beside me, mutters as he drags his hot breaths down my neck and hovers above my sensitive breasts.

I’m panting and flaring hot all over, so it takes me a minute to interpret what they’re saying. “You want more than three kids?”

“I’d love to give you two more.” Marcus palms my breast and pinches my nipple before sucking it into his mouth and making me gasp. “After you had Lia, I tamped down my urge to knock you up again.”

“But we still wanted to.” Josh grabs my hips and proves he’s not lying with another deep thrust that has me melting. “We talk about it a lot. What do you say?”

Two more children? The truth is, I love the two we have. We’ve never had paternity tests because we don’t care. But Jackson is the spitting image of Marcus—with my baby blues. And our daughter has Josh’s disposition, his whiskey eyes, and my blond hair. They’re perfect. But I would love two more children just as much. Our house would be even crazier and it would require more organization…but since Dad retired a few years back, he’s talked about spending summers with us. He would help out. And my husbands would be in favor of hiring a nanny if we need one.

“Yes!” I shout.

“Good. We were going to talk to you about it. We even got you something.” Marcus opens his palm and a beautiful diamond pendant in the shape of a heart drops inches from my face.

My eyes widen. “Oh, my god!”

He chuckles. “Is that for the necklace or because Josh is going to make you come?”

“Both,” I gasp out, tightening around my husband.

It takes a little maneuvering, but Marcus manages to secure the pendant around my neck. The diamond settles against my chest, cool and winking as Josh’s thrusts pick up speed and I feel myself unraveling.

I tense and grab his shoulders, looking at Marcus like he needs to save me from falling apart.

He grins Josh’s way. “Keep doing what you’re doing, buddy. She’s almost there.”

“I’m at her G-spot.”

“She won’t last.”


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