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AMELIA

Six Months Later…

“Have a great day at work, baby girl,” Richie says as he leans in close to kiss me, placing his hand directly on my stomach. He rubs just the slightest, and those butterflies flutter all over again.

Of course, it could be the nausea too, which makes me a little anxious, but before I can say anything, Dane steps in with my travel mug full of ginger tea. It’s the only thing that’s been helping me get through the mornings.

“Thanks,” I say as Tripp rounds the corner with Lyla in his arms.

“You ready, Mamma Mia?” he asks with a grin.

Richie groans. “I don’t know why you insist on daycare when Dane and I could watch her.”

“She needs socialization, Rich,” Tripp bites out. “She needs exposure to other kids.”

Richie rolls his eyes. “She’ll have plenty of exposure to another kid in…six months, is that right?” He looks at me in question.

“That is correct,” Dane says before I can even answer.

“Just saying…” Richie holds his hands up. “I’m retired. I ain’t got nothing else to do.”

“Two days out of the week,” I say with a raised eyebrow. “You get her the other five days.”

Richie waves me off as Dane kisses my cheek. “Packed you some extra cookies, sweetheart. They’re in the bottom of the bag.” He slides my lunch box toward me.

“Come on, we’re going to be late!” Tripp says. “You can be five minutes to late to work, but I have class and Professor Hancock is a—” He presses Lyla’s head against his chest and covers her exposed ear with one hand. “—d-i-c-k.”

She squirms and laughs, and Dane huffs out, “Language, Tripp!”

“I spelled it!” he hollers back, and I roll my eyes, grabbing the keys.

“Gotta go,” I say as I kiss Dane quickly while Richie grabs his coffee.

Once we get to the University, Tripp helps me get Lyla out of her car seat and carries her all the way inside. He does this every day he has class, and I can’t say I mind it one bit. Watching him with her always makes me smile, but our schedules rarely match up due to my job and his impending graduation. He’s already been accepted on the roster for the Badgers next year. I steal a look at him with Lyla as he tickles her, walking us into the building.

It’s strange because technically we’ve only known each other for less than a year, since my prior meeting with Tripp wasn’t much. But in the past few months, I feel like I’ve gotten to know him on such a deep level that it’s like I’ve always known him, despite our age difference, despite our lives being in two completely different places.

Together, we just…work.

“Alright, princess, you have fun, okay?” he says, kissing Lyla’s cheek before handing her off to me. He leans in and kisses my cheek, whispering in my ear that he loves me and he’ll see me later in a much darker tone than should be appropriate for public or the workplace. My cheeks heat and then he lets us go, heading off for his English Lit class.

The day goes by relatively smoothly without any bumps. Dane texts me three times to check and make sure I’ve eaten, and to remind me about the cookies.

Richie texts me once to show off his newest build—a custom motorcycle he’s been building himself over the past six months. Since he officially retired from the Badgers, he’s been busy. I know he likes to keep himself occupied with things.

And I know that this whole pregnancy thing isn’t easy for him, but not in the way I think people would expect. When I told him—well, technically when I told all of them—I thought he was going to pass out. Even though we know there’s no chance he’s the father, I know it’s messing with him a little bit.

I’m sure it’ll be different when I start to really show, but for right now he’s content to keep his hands busy building motorcycles and working on cars, if only to go easy on me. He knows he can’t be as rough as he normally likes, but I can’t say I dislike the softer side of Richard Rose. The side that always has my pillows fluffed so I’m comfortable when he fucks me into the mattress and utters the dirtiest fucking things to me in the sweetest tone I’ve ever heard.

After work, I head to Tripp’s practice and watch him until he’s done, and then we pick up Lyla and head home.

On days Tripp has class, the car rides to and from work are something I look forward to. Because of his schedule, we don’t get as much time together as I’d like, but we make the most of the time we do have. I know it’ll be different once he graduates, and I remind myself of that every day when I miss him. All the way home, we listen to the radio, both of us singing while Lyla laughs in the back seat at our horrible karaoke skills.

When we get home, Dane’s in the middle of tossing something in a pan, and Richard is already camped out on the couch, waiting for us.

“Hey, baby,” Dane says as he slings the towel over his shoulder and meets me and Lyla at the door.

He picks her up and kisses her until she’s squealing.

Then he kisses me, melting every bone in my body.

“Hey,” I say breathlessly as he pulls away. When he does, I see Richard, staring at me from across the island.

I make my way over to Richard as Tripp plops down on the couch, looking exhausted. He worked his ass off in practice, and while he would never say it out loud, I know the changes around here haven’t been easy for him. Late nights, early mornings…not to mention trying to balance a relationship with his pregnant girlfriend and her other two boyfriends who happen to be his stepbrothers.

It’s a bit of a soap opera, but it’s our soap opera, and I wouldn’t have it any other way—and I don’t think he would either, even if it isn’t always rainbows and sunshine.

Dane settles Lyla in her jumper while Richard takes over at the stove, and for a moment, I just stop. My heart swells in my chest and it hits me all over again that this is now my life. Some days it feels like it took forever to get here, and other days…well, other days it feels like everything happened in the blink of an eye.

“What?” Tripp asks, looking up at me from where he sits. His bright gaze meets mine and I can’t help but smile, feeling emotional.

It’s probably the hormones. I make my way over to him and take a seat beside him, curling up and laying my head on his shoulder. Dane looks at us, still kneeling in front of Lyla who’s giggling.

“Nothing, just…feeling a little weepy, I guess,” I say with a sniffle.

Before I can say anything else, Richard calls for Dane, and I smell smoke. Dane rolls his eyes and says if it wasn’t for him he doesn’t know how either of his brothers would be alive.

I smirk at his words as I watch him hip check Richie away from the stove. Richie makes his way over to Lyla and grabs her, and my heart swells once more.

I know Richard has no plans to reverse his vasectomy. We’ve talked about it.

But I can’t deny I have a breeding kink of my own when it comes to watching that man with a baby. Thankfully for both of us, I have two boyfriends who are both chomping at the bit to claim the baby already growing inside of me, so I don’t think there will be any shortage of opportunities to explore either of our kinks.

Dane’s made it more than clear he wants kids. Plural.

Tripp was more than enthusiastic to jump on the bandwagon. And that was before any of us knew I was pregnant.

Richard drops onto the couch next to me with my daughter and throws his arm around my shoulder. I squirm between him and Tripp as Lyla crawls into the space between us, practically stepping on Richie’s groin.

“Fu—”

“Language, Richard,” Tripp taunts him, and I can’t help but laugh.

Soon enough, dinner is plated and ready and we all make our way into the dining room to eat. As a family.

Our lives are quite chaotic, especially since I found out I was pregnant. Richie’s retirement, Tripp’s impending graduation, me being a working mother with another baby on the way…

But no matter what happens in our day, we always make sure we sit down for dinner, together. I know our situation isn’t typical, but nothing feels more natural, more normal than these moments.

After dinner, I shove Dane out of the kitchen—much to his dismay—and Tripp and I do the dishes. Richie dries off the ones that can’t go in the dishwasher while Dane gets Lyla ready for bed.

Tripp kisses me as he heads for his bedroom to work on homework, leaving just Richard and me for the moment.

“So…” I flash my gaze up at him. “Can I see it?”

He grins, leaning over me, boxing me against the counter by the sink.

“See what, baby girl? You’re going to have to be a bit more specific,” he says with a smile before kissing my lips. My brain goes completely offline as he settles his hands on my hips and deepens the kiss.

I push him away lightly, my cheeks flushed. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of his breathless kisses. “Your motorcycle,” I say. “Dirty old man.”

He chuckles, kissing me on the nose as he grabs my hand and leads me through the kitchen. “Absolutely.”

He leads me to the garage, and immediately upon entering, my eyes widen. The shiny, candy-apple red paint, the sparkling chrome…it looks like something out of a magazine.

“Richie, this looks amazing!” I say as I run my hands over the leather seat, over the smooth, cold metal.

“Maybe after you have this baby we’ll take a spin on it,” he says.

I don’t know if I’ll ever get over hearing him talk about my baby. The words sound really good coming out of his mouth.

“Or…” I turn around, leaning against the motorcycle as seductively as I can in the pencil skirt and blouse I’m wearing. “Maybe we could go for a ride here. Now.” I open my legs just the slightest, capturing his gaze.

“Mhmm,” he says, a sparkle of mischief in his eyes as he stalks toward me.

I can’t help but grin as he grabs me, picking me up by my ass cheeks and settling me on the seat. The motorcycle moves a hair, but with the kickstand up it feels solid enough. He settles between my legs, one hand holding my back while the other settles on the motorcycle itself.

“And just how do you want to ride , baby girl?”

My hands find their way around his neck before I kiss him. I pull away for a moment, gazing up at him as I grab him by the hair and shove him with all my might. He only moves an inch, but between the shove and my thrust against his abdomen, I’m pretty sure he gets the picture.

“I’d like to ride your face, actually,” I say, and he groans. I grin, laying it on thick. “Please, Daddy?” I ask, and his searing kiss is all I need.

“What my baby wants, she gets,” he murmurs against my mouth before shoving my skirt up so roughly that the motorcycle shakes. I let out a gasp, bracing my hands on the metal, worried I’m going to fall over. He holds me with one hand while the other expertly tugs my panties down until they’re around my ankles, and then he pulls them clean off. I yelp and watch him sniff them in front of my face before he crumbles them in his hands.

“These are soaked, Mia.”

My cheeks flush, because I know they are. Ever since I found out I was pregnant, I’ve been horny as all hell.

It was the same way when I was pregnant with Lyla, but…the partner I had back then didn’t seem too interested in getting me off.

“I know,” I say, feasting my eyes on him.

He smirks, shaking his head. “Save all this pussy for Daddy, did you?”

I nod, biting my lip. “All for you.”

While my boyfriends play nice once in awhile when my libido demands it, most of the time, we try to keep our relationships private. But there is always a hint of competition, and while everyone is on board and on the same page with things, it’s still fun to play with their natural competitive sides. Especially when it’s just the two of us.

Richard knows that if I left this garage and wanted Tripp or Dane, I could have them. And he’s more than fine with that, knowing they can give me things he can’t.

Like a baby.

But the same can be said about Richard. His brother and stepbrother know I’m head over heels for my Daddy. They know the rules, and they’re more than accommodating.

And the rules are whatever Amelia wants, she gets.

Maybe that makes me a brat, but after everything I’ve been through, maybe being demanding and getting what I want is exactly the revenge I need. Once, I was one of many, and now…

Now I am the center of the universe for three very different, very amazing men, and I couldn’t be happier.

“Fucking hell, Mia,” Richard bites out as he tosses my underwear aside and finds my wet, aching center with his fingers. He bites at my lip as he slides not one, but two fingers into me. “So wet for me,” he purrs against my mouth as his fingers build their rhythm torturously. He pulls them out and I whine.

“I’m not done with you yet, baby girl,” he says as he gets to his knees, sliding his hands up my thighs. “Now give Daddy that pretty pussy.”

I don’t have a moment to respond before his hot mouth is on me and I have to really engage my core to remain upright so I don’t fall clean off this motorcycle.

In retrospect, perhaps this was a terrible idea.

“R-Richie…” I say as his tongue slides between the apex of my thighs. The motorcycle shakes. I tighten my legs around his head as he shoves his tongue into my entrance, and the heat that ransacks me is like a fire.

He bites, nips, and sucks at my clit between licking and sucking me, flicking that vicious tongue in ways that are equally maddening and addicting.

“Come for Daddy, baby girl,” he says, and I feel my legs wobble and shake with my impending orgasm. “That’s it,” he murmurs against me. “Give me all that cum, sweetheart.”

I can’t hold off any longer, the orgasm hitting me like a force.

I groan as it ricochets through me, my entire body going limp. Richie holds me in place with his strong, steady hands as he feasts on me. When I feel myself near the point of collapse, he licks and sucks some more until he’s wringing another smaller, but equally as euphoric orgasm out of me.

When I feel like I really am going to fall over, he gets up, picks me up off of the motorcycle, and carries me in his arms to the couch. I collapse in his lap, curling up into him as exhaustion hits me.

“Feel better?” he asks, the humor in his voice evident.

I nod against his chest. “Only now I feel like I can’t move,” I murmur. He chuckles as he holds me in his lap, placing the softest kiss on my temple. My pussy still twitches with the aftershocks of two orgasms.

“That’s perfectly fine with me,” he says softly, placing one hand over my stomach. “You can take a nap on Daddy any day, baby girl.”

I giggle at his words.

“I still have to shower…” I groan. “And get ready for bed…”

“Come on then,” he says as he gets up with me. I let him carry me across the lawn and into the house to my bedroom. He sets me down on the bed, kissing my forehead.

“Take your time, Mia. Relax a little first,” he says with a smile, and I can’t help but smile back.

When he leaves, I close my eyes for a brief moment and ride out the pleasure waves. When I open my eyes, I see Dane standing in the doorway. His amber gaze meets mine as he enters slowly.

I sit up as he heads for my bathroom. “What are you?—”

“Drawing you a bath,” he says before I can even finish.

“You don’t have to do that,” I groan as I remove my shirt. “I can?—”

“Oh hush. I’ll do it, and you’ll like it,” he says, the words humorous but also sexy as hell.

Ever since that day he told me he loved me, he’s been different. And ever since I told him I was pregnant, he’s been on another level. While we won’t be able to determine who the father is for a a little while, I’m fairly certain we’re all crossing our fingers for him.

We all agreed it doesn’t really matter who the father is. Regardless of how it happened, this is our baby. All of ours. It might have been sudden, it might have been somewhat unexpected…I was taking my pills finally and thought I was safe, but…

I guess that one percent really is all it takes.

Still, all things considered, I know that no matter what happens this baby will be so loved, and while I might have been initially terrified about having another baby so close to Lyla, there’s also a part of me that feels relieved.

Now my babies will grow up together and be close in age, and that itself is a wonderful thing. I didn’t have any siblings, so knowing Lyla will have one makes my heart swell all over again.

“Fine.” I roll my eyes as I take my bra off and shimmy out of my skirt.

That’s when I notice Dane is watching me from the bathroom door, intently.

“See something you like?” I tease him.

The dark gaze he settles on me is all the answer I need.

“Where are your panties?” he asks, his tone dark and humorous. He knows damn well where they are. He just wants to hear me say it so he can get all dominant. Which, honestly…I can’t say I dislike the newer side of Dane that I’ve been getting to know these days.

“On the garage floor,” I say as I slowly saunter up to him. The sound of the water running is soothing, and steam heats the room. I slide my hands beneath his shirt, looking up at him with awe. His dark eyes peer into me and he grins, the sight a thousand times hotter than it should be.

“Naughty little girl,” he says. “You know better.”

I move to unbutton and remove his shirt, and he lets me. The sight of him standing before me, solid chest and muscles on display, is too much. My hands slide down his chest and settle on the waistband of his chinos.

“Maybe you should teach me a lesson,” I say with a grin.

He only shakes his head as he kisses me. “Get in the tub, sweetheart,” he says softly as he leaves me in the doorway, heading to turn the water off.

I can’t help that I pout as I make my way over to the tub.

He helps me in, and I look up at him for a moment. “Aren’t you coming too?” I ask, flashing my eyelashes at him.

“Is that what you want?” he asks with a grin, but I can see him working at his pants.

“Mhmm,” I say, biting my lip. When he drops his pants, his cock bounces free and my insides heat all over again.

God, if I’m like this at three months, what will I be like at six months? Eight months, even?

“Well, how could I ever deny such a request?” he says as he moves toward the tub. I scoot up a bit to make room for him and the water sloshes out of the sides as he gets in.

I giggle as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me back into him. His arms encase me and he kisses the side of my face, near my ear. I melt against him, closing my eyes as the warm water hits me. It’s soothing and feels good. Relaxing.

A moment later he lets go, and I smell the overpowering scent of lavender and vanilla. His hands slip and slide together as he lathers them with shampoo, and not a moment later his hands are in my hair, lathering me up.

His fingers massage my scalp and I groan.

“Oh my God, Dane, that feels so good…” I mewl.

He chuckles. “I know.”

His tone isn’t sweet. It’s cocky.

I shift against him as he rinses my hair with the detachable shower head, laughing as I tilt my head back as far as I can so the soap doesn’t get in my eyes. He kisses me and I giggle some more before turning around in the tub, sloshing water over the sides as I back him up against the other end. The motion presses my body against his and I can feel his hardness pressing against my core.

“Amelia…” he murmurs against my lips, but when I kiss him, he doesn’t push me away or resist me. Instead, he settles his hands on my cheeks and holds me still as he kisses me deeply. With much tongue.

We clash together, making waves as I straddle him, pressing my breasts into his chest. His hands slide down my back, over my hips, until they rest upon my ass and he squeezes, pulling me to him.

Our kiss soon turns heated, and before I know it, he’s sliding into me with ease. He groans, his head falling on my shoulder as I hold him there, lazily thrusting against his cock until water spills over the sides of the tub.

It doesn’t take either of us long to come, but then again it never does.

It’s not a question of stamina on either of our parts. It’s got everything to do with the overwhelming desire and depth of our connection. I love all my boyfriends, but Dane…

Dane had me first. He’ll always have me first.

“Fuck, I think we need to shower after this bath,” he chuckles against my neck as he slides out of me.

I laugh. “And you say I’m the naughty one,” I tease him.

He kisses me softly. “That’s because you are.”

When we drain the tub, we actually do shower and get clean, and before I know it, it’s nearing nine thirty and is almost bedtime. I dress in my pajamas as Dane puts his pants back on, tossing his shirt in my hamper. I head out to the living room after he kisses me and heads for his own room. Time to catch up on my shows…

When I get out to the living room, Tripp’s standing in front of the fridge, shirtless, in his boxers, grabbing a water. When he turns to see me in my bunny-print pj’s, he grins.

“Hey, Mamma Mia,” he says. “Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

I roll my eyes. “Isn’t it past yours?”

He throws an arm around me and pulls me close, kissing my wet hair. “Touché. Just finished writing my paper, and I am beat. Thought I could doomscroll while watching Netflix until I fall asleep.” He nods to the hall. To his bedroom. “Want to join me?”

I wrap my arms around his waist. “Absolutely.”

Tripp leads me down the hall to his room, where we really do watch Netflix as he scrolls through TikTok. I curl into his side, his body warm against me, and through the sounds of the computer, his breathing, and his steady heartbeat, I doze off easily.

Usually I like to spend the night sleeping in my own bed—which I picked out when I found out I was pregnant.

Originally, I’d planned on leaving when I got a job. Got my life together. But then everything came together, and I fell in love, and suddenly…I didn’t want to leave, and I’m pretty sure they didn’t want me to either.

Then I got pregnant.

And now…now, I don’t think I could ever leave. Because this is home.

Cuddling with Tripp.

Playing with Richard.

Kissing Dane.

Raising my daughter in a house full of love and chaos.

“You can stay. If you want.” Tripp’s smooth voice is like velvet and I really am tired. I feel him shift beside me, pulling the covers down. I slide into them wordlessly, and he does too.

I settle one hand over his hip and pull him to me. “Your bed is the nicest,” I tell him with a soft grin. It’s true. He has the biggest bedroom in the house, and his bed is insanely comfortable. Dane and Richie, while I love them to death, are firm mattress guys.

I hate firm mattresses. But Tripp’s bed… I swear this bed is like heaven, it’s so soft and plush. Perfect for late-night cuddles and sex.

“Well, I’m glad you love it,” he says humorously. He threads his leg through mine, pulling me closer.

I look at him, my eyes heavy. “I love you,” I say, and lean to kiss him. He kisses me back, his tongue slipping into my mouth slowly. Sweetly.

Everything with Tripp used to be a rush. Explosive.

Now…

It’s so much more. It’s still a rush sometimes, but we’ve both learned to slow it down a bit and enjoy the ride.

And because of that, our record has gone up to five orgasms.

“Love you too, baby,” he says as I settle into his space.

“Make sure you set the alarm, please,” I murmur.

He chuckles. “Okay, baby.”

And as I breathe in his scent and bury myself into his warmth, I can’t help but smile.

If you would have told me months ago I’d be here, I would never have believed you. But sometimes life has a funny way of working out when you least expect it.

I came back home with a broken heart, my life in shambles, and now I have a job I love, three amazing boyfriends, a baby on the way, and a home full of love and laughter.

What more could a girl ask for?

The End