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My boys meet each other's eyes, one of those silent conversations passing between them that they'd mastered long before we all fell into bed together.

"Can–can we help?"

I look between Justin and Remi, and they have such earnest pitiful expressions on their faces.

"How?" I pout.

"Our hands are bigger than yours," Justin says without any of the lasciviousness I'd expect from him.

"Let us help, baby," Remi tries. "If it doesn't make them feel better, we'll stop."

"Okay, " I sniffle, nodding my head.

Remi scoops me up off the couch, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I make sure to keep space between our chests because I bet even that would hurt.

I have no idea where he's going, and Justin follows like an obedient puppy until we reach the kitchen.

Ahhh.

Smart.

I knew I loved him for a reason.

He places me gently on the counter, then spreads my legs with delicate fingers.

I'm still shorter, but now he doesn't have to bend over to touch me comfortably.

"What are you—"

A set of large palms grasps my breast, massaging them with gentle touches. His fingers hurt when they press into the tissue, and I hiss in through my teeth.

"I'm sorry," Rem says immediately, but I grab his wrists when he goes to pull away.

"Gently."

"Yeah, okay."

Changing tactics, he lifts both breasts in his palm, taking some of the weight off my chest, then, light as a feather against my skin, drags his thumbs across my cloth-covered nipples.

I let my head fall back and groan in pleasure, the minute stimulation both too much and not enough all at once. When I open my eyes again, Justin is watching with storm clouds darkening his gaze.

Remi, sensing his other half coming up beside him, makes room for J between my legs. It forces my thighs wider, almost so wide it burns, but it's worth it to see that look in his eyes.

A quick glance down proves Justin is straining against his pants.

My tummy is too big for them to see how wet even the minuscule touches are making me, but if this keeps up soon enough, they'll be able to smell it.

“Do you mind if we—”

Justin reaches his hands inside our bubble and slips his palms inside my shirt.

He takes a moment to cup the hard curve of my belly and feel their child within. With the heel of his palm, he gives my stomach a good hard poke, and sure enough, he gets a kick for his efforts.

Remi hasn't stopped his dainty thrumming of my nipples.

"Did she say hi?" he asks when Justin huffs and smiles like someone just gave him the world.

"Already sassy like her momma," J confirms.