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"We swear," the big guy said. "All we want to do is make you happy. Whatever that takes."

"But you don't even know me," I said.

"No, but we will," Paul said. He ground into me harder.

If this was a dream, it felt too good to wake up from. All I ever wanted was to be noticed. Now I was definitely noticed, surrounded by three hot guys who said they wanted to be with me. And I wanted to be with them.

Hoping like hell didn't regret it later, I whispered, "Okay, get me pregnant."

Paul pumped harder, faster until he stilled. He let out a low moan and a grunt as he came inside me. "Fuck yeah."

He sagged over me, panting, but smiling. "Lucas was right, you do have a wonderful pussy."

He rolled off me and Bray took his place before much of his cum could seep back out.

"I'll take this slowly, gorgeous," Bray said. He pressed the tip of his cock to my entrance like a plug. His eyes on mine, he eased in bit by bit. Every few moments, he would stop and let me get used to how big he was, to let me stretch even further. Only when I was ready, did he keep pressing deeper. Until he finally slid all the way in, his passage made easier by the slick cum of two other men.

I swallowed. He was so big, it felt like I was going to burst but it felt incredible.

"Mmm." That was the closest to a word I could get out right now. Even that evaporated when he started to move inside my body. He hit me everywhere all at once, making my toes curl and my blood pump harder right in my core.

Lucas and Paul knelt beside us. Lucas kissed me with a mouth that tasted like my juices. Paul licked and sucked my nipples until they ached with pleasure.

"You guys weren't wrong about her pussy," Bray said breathlessly. "So. Fucking. Tight. Hell yes." He kept his eyes on my face the entire time, pausing any time I looked uncomfortable or shifted my position on the couch.

In each instance, he waited until I was ready before resuming his deliberate, steady strokes. "Such a good girl. You're gonna let me get you pregnant, aren't you?"

I murmured my agreement between kisses with Lucas. The only thing I could think right now was that I wanted Bray to fill me with a bunch of babies.

Lucas broke off our kiss when I started to pant and moan. "That's it. Come again. We want you to have so many orgasms it'll start to feel like you live there."

That sounded okay to me. More than okay. So okay that I came for a third time and a fourth, each more intense than the last. Nothing existed but pleasure, fast moving blood, and slow moving cock. Then the sound of Bray groaning as he too came inside me, filling me even more.

He sagged against the side of the couch so his weight wasn't all on me. "I'm gonna wait a while, to make sure everything stays in."

Honestly, his cock felt so good inside me I could have happily stayed there all day, just like this.

CHAPTER FOUR

AMITY

"That'sthelastbox."Bray lowered it to the floor and rolled his shoulders. He smiled at me and stepped over to place a large hand lightly on my already growing bump. "You're officially moved in."

"It's only taken four months to convince her," Lucas said, handing me a sweet, milky tea. He handed Bray another and stepped back into the kitchen to reclaim his.

"I didn't want to rush," I protested.

Paul snorted and snaked an arm around my waist. "You let us get you pregnant the night we met, but you didn't want to rush?" he asked teasingly.

"There's a difference between getting caught up in the moment and committing to moving in with two and a half guys," I retorted. Mostly Lucas and Bray lived here, but Paul was here most of the time when he wasn't giving sermons to people who thought he was a good, dutiful priest.

"Regrets?" Paul pulled me so my back leaned against his chest. He pressed a possessive hand to my belly.

They all loved the baby that was growing inside me, but I knew they all hoped they were the one who put it there. As for me, I didn't care. I'd spent the last four months going out on dates with all three guys and hanging out with them. And falling head over heels in love with all of them. It was no surprise to anyone when the pregnancy test came back positive six weeks after that night. At first, I thought they might break their promise and run, but none of them had. They'd lived up to every word and more. Especially the promise of frequent orgasms.

"Nope," I said lightly. I was working as an assistant for one of Lucas' friends, living with three amazing guys and carrying our child.

Life was pretty fucking perfect right now.