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“Oh, yes!” I scream out. Tag is hammering my ass with his giant rod. “Give it to me! I want more!”

Tanner suckles my breasts. They’ve doubled in size since I got pregnant and they’re absolutely enormous now. But my lovers adore my new figure because I’m having Tag, Tanner, and Trace’s child. I’m eight months along, so the guys are only allowed to take me in my bottom these days. I can’t wait until after I have their baby so we can start having all kinds of fun again. I miss having their hot rods in all my holes, and the need is so strong it’s almost unbearable.

“You look so beautiful carrying our child,” Tag pants heavily. “In fact, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

I kiss him and beg him to go harder. He obeys, slamming his hardness into my dark star. It feels so good that I reach my climax almost instantly.

“Oh!” I scream out loud. “God, yes!”

Tag pulls out, and Tanner takes his place, burrowing deep into my bottom hole. It feels so good and I moan deliriously again. I can’t get enough of my men, and I’m so glad they decided to move to Georgia.

It was startling at first, having the guys move here, and the last year has been an adjustment. There’s not much going on, so having three new men in town was disruptive. Everyone was curious about the handsome strangers who just moved to town.

But once Boone got over the shock of having Tag, Tanner, and Trace here, they started to realize how great it is. Our tiny hamlet had been fading because a lot of jobs left Boone for the bigger cities and young people weren’t coming home after college. The guys jump-started our economy by bringing their companies here, and most of the town is now employed by one of their outfits.

As a result, everyone was afraid to say anything rude about me. After all, my lovers had made it clear that I’m their girl. I got some side eyes and whispers at first, but no one said anything overtly nasty, and over time, even the whispers have stopped. Everyone is used to seeing the four of us around. I thought for sure they’d be more judgmental, but they surprised me. I’m glad that our town is more accepting than I expected them to be.

Tanner takes my bottom good and hard until he finishes deep inside me with a masculine roar. Trace already deposited a load in my ass earlier, and now, the three of us are utterly spent.

We lay on the bed, and my lovers put their hands on my huge stomach. Our little girl kicks, making us all smile because the biological father could be any of the guys, but we don’t want to know. Tag, Trace, and Tanner are all the baby’s father, and they’re going to act as such.

They’ve gone a bit crazy with the nursery. It’s already set up with bright pink walls and lots of frills. The guys wanted it to be girly and cute. They can’t wait to be fathers.

I check the clock on the wall. It’s a little before noon. Since I got pregnant, I’ve taken fewer hours at my non-profit, but I still want to be involved. So far, we’ve helped ten families in Boone stay afloat, and I’ve been expanding to other Georgia towns. By this time next year, I hope to go national. A year or two later, I want to go international.

“I should get going,” I tell the guys.

They kiss my lips and neck.

“Do you have to leave?”

I nod.

“I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

“Don’t work too hard,” Tanner warns. “Keep our baby safe.”

I rest my hand on my stomach.

“I will.”

I hate leaving them, but I love what I do for work. Still, getting to come home and take care of them after a long day is incredible. We sleep together one-on-one, two-on-one, or three-on-one, depending on how we’re feeling. Taking all three of them at once is still my favorite.

Hot trails of liquid leak out of my bottom as I slip on a pair of maternity pants. Slyly, I reach back and scoop some up and taste it with the guys watching. Arousal fills their eyes and I can see them hardening all over again.

Hmm, maybe I don’t have to go to work just yet.

Laughing, I climb back into bed for another round of hot loving with my favorite men. Work can wait because right now, it’s time for my happily ever after.

Epilogue 2

Kendall

Five years later.

It took a bit longer than expected, but my non-profit is officially international. The wall in my office has a list of every family we’ve helped. There are so many, that it’s almost time to move on to the next wall.

I don’t get to see the list often, though. With three kids, I’ve only been able to work two days a week. Our youngest, Abigail, just turned one. I had planned on upping my hours now that she’s a bit older, but the ultrasound in my hand says otherwise. I’m pregnant again!