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Fuck.

It’s then that I realize Wicker isn’t moving; his muscles coiled tight as he hovers there, and his head drops between his shoulders.

“Hey,” I tell him, pushing up against his back to speak the words into his ear. “Give her something, brother.”

Still, I’m the one to reach around him, pushing my thumb into her folds.

When I find her clit, Verity’s green eyes squinch tight. “Oh, god, Pace!” She bucks up into it, causing Wicker to shudder. “That feels incredible.”

“She’s so fucking tight,” he hisses, hips giving a tense nudge. “How do you stand it?”

It’s then I realize what he’s doing—what he’s asking. “When we fall asleep, you mean?” Grinning, I open the lube one-handed, getting my fingers slick for him as I work her clit with my thumb. “That tightness, the way she gets so wet for it, howher pussy sort of… flutters and clenches…” I reach between Wick and I, spreading his cheeks. “Fuck, sometimes that feels better than coming.”

I punctuate this by sliding my forefinger into his ass, enjoying the way he tenses up—just for a split second—before completely melting into it.

“That’s how I do it,” I rumble, meeting Verity’s gaze. “Isn’t it, Rosi?”

She never actually lost her nightgown. It’s just pushed under her breasts and above her belly, this long ribbon of gossamer holding her down. Her long eyelashes brush her rosy cheeks when she asks, “What are you doing?”

The question is so soft, so innocently curious, that my lips twitch.

“I’m fingering his ass,” I answer, the bluntness of it making Wicker snort. “Stretching him open so he can take my cock, the same way I stretch your pussy.”

Verity’s eyes widen, landing on him. “You like it?” she asks, reaching up to touch his jaw.

Wicker leans into the touch, the move pushing his ass closer to me. “Don’t you?”

She doesn’t take much time to think about it. “Yes. Thick and warm. Safe.”

Navigating the presence of her growing belly is getting more and more complicated, but Wicker somehow manages it, curling over her to lick at the seam of her lips. “Pace has impeccable fingerwork,” he husks. I accept the compliment with the addition of a third finger, indulging myself in the rough groan he makes.

Dragging a lip through her teeth, she catches my gaze. “I know he does.” For a moment, it’s like she and I are in sync, her hips writhing with every thrust of my fingers into Wicker. I can tell she’s getting hotter and hotter for it, beads of sweatspringing up on Wick’s forehead as I get him nice and open for me.

She knows the moment I pull my fingers away, something in her eyes sparking with anticipation. “Look at me,” she rushes out, grabbing Wicker’s face. Her mouth lingers against his, green eyes capturing him. “I wanna see your face when he fills you up.”

There’s a pause where her request sinks in.

At the same time, in the same ragged voice, Wicker and I both exclaim, “Jesus fucking Christ.”

I have my cock slicked up before the groans even clip off.

In the past, fucking around with Wicker has always been good. Sometimes fine. Other times great. But when I sink into his tight ring of muscle, our bodies linked, watching Verity’s expression transform from intrigue to utter fucking lustful abandon…

It’s all I can do not to bust right then and there.

Our relationship is no longer just about one another, it’s this—the bond—that ties us together. Our bodies; slick and wet. The baby; ours.

“Fuck,” he spits, hands curling into fists against the leather. “It may be too much, brother.”

“Don’t fight it,” she says, her voice soft as she soothes him through the invasion. “Let him in.” Wick takes a deep breath, giving me room to take another inch. “He’s big, isn’t he?”

“Not as big as me,” he says, even though I can feel how tightly strung he is. “But he’ll do.”

Scoffing, I slide in deeper, satisfied when he drops his head into the curve of her neck. “Oh,” he mutters, a tremor going through him, “goddamn.”

Verity’s glazed eyes lock on mine, her fingers fluttering through his blonde hair. “Be nice,” she chides, even though her mouth is tipped up in a little smirk.

It isn’t like with Verity, where all I want to do is stay inside and hold andpossess. With Wicker, I just want tofuck.