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W e’ve all heard the pregnancy horror stories. Weird cravings. Back pain. Shitting while giving birth. A serious lack of libido.

But that last one? Well, they fucking lied , because right now, all I can think about is getting fucked. And I’m not talking about soft, sweet love-making. No, this is more like the push me up against the wall and screw my brains out kind of craving. Or, hell, slide your chair back and let me ride you until the sun goes down would work for me just fine, too.

Instead, here I sit, desperately trying not to shift in my snug jeans in order to get a little friction where I need it most. It’s a damn good thing I’ve had years of practice appearing as though I’m completely unaffected because these guys are killing me. Trip is groaning over every damn bite of lasagna, and Squire just licked a small drop of sauce off his plush lips.

“Seriously, Charlie. This is so good.” Trip stabs another bite, and with rapt fascination, I watch his tongue come out just before he places the fork between his lips.

Squire finishes chewing before he adds, “Much better than the jail slop we were forced to suffer through.”

Owen pauses with his second bite poised in the air, sharing a look with the woman beside me. “The boys are right. I’d forgotten how much I love your lasagna, so thank you for letting me stay and share it with you all.”

My aunt grins, a slight flush spreading across her cheeks. “I’m happy to be able to do something for all of you. It’s nice to have someone to cook for again.”

Everyone else focuses on the meal. Unfortunately for me, I can’t stop focusing on anything but the meal.

“You haven’t touched your food,” Trip murmurs softly, startling me out of another particularly vivid fantasy. “Everything okay?”

I clear my throat and spare a brief glance at Aunt Charlie, who is talking softly with Owen. “Mmhmm. Everything is fine. Great, actually. Just. Peachy. ”

Other than the wet spot I’m probably leaving on Aunt Charlie’s dining room chair.

Squire chuckles.

My gaze darts to his. “What’s so funny?”

“Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on inside that mind of yours, Rem.”

My eyes narrow, and his brow arches in return, daring me to ask him to elaborate. Only that’s not going to happen because my aunt and Owen don’t need to hear the thoughts that are playing like a continuous porn reel inside my brain.

Seriously. It’s only been five goddamn days.

Squire leans in so close his lips brush against my ear. “Don’t worry. We’ll take care of that ache for you as soon as we help clean up after dinner. Trust me, this is torture for us too.”

When he pulls back, I see the heat sparking in his eyes. Knowing I’m not alone in this makes the situation slightly more tolerable.

I force myself to pick up my fork, and before I even realize it, my entire plate is empty. Trip steps closer and leans in to grab it, but before he pulls away, his lips brush my ear.

“Good girl,” he whispers seductively.

I bite down on my lower lip to stifle my moan.

He shoots me a wink, then saunters off.

Bastard.

Squire is wiping down the counters, whistling a soft tune. Aunt Charlie and Owen are standing side by side, washing dishes. Their low conversation is impossible to pick up from here, but the grins on their faces tell me love is most definitely in the air.

Or maybe it’s just pheromones. That would explain a lot, actually.

Despite the lust fog I find myself under, there’s something about this moment that has a different kind of warmth building in my chest. The sense of family is stronger than I ever remember it being before. Knowing that our child will have nights like this, which will help give him or her the normalcy I never had, does funny things to my heart. The only thing missing is the rest of my men to complete this new picture I’m so desperate to hang on to.

“Remy darling, what’s the matter?” Aunt Charlie asks with a hint of concern in her voice.

I awkwardly wave my hand in front of me before swiping away the lone tear trailing down my cheek. “Ignore me. Damn hormones got me all up in the feels.”

This emotional whiplash is enough to drive a sane woman mad. Guess it’s a good thing I’m not exactly sane.

Trip kisses my temple. “It’s been a long day. Maybe Squire and I should go get cleaned up so we can head to bed? Looks like you need some rest, babe.”

His thumb brushes along the dark circles I know are present from a serious lack of sleep. Without them beside me, the nightmares have returned in full force, making it difficult to even close my eyes when my head hits the pillow.

My voice isn’t nearly as steady as I’d like when I murmur, “You saying I look like shit, handsome?”

“No. You look like mine , and my one job is to watch out for you. Was hard to do from behind bars, but I’m here now, and I’m going to make sure you and that little one are properly cared for.”

Well, hell. Cue the waterworks.

“C’mon, Rem. Trip’s right. Let’s get you to bed.” Squire doesn’t wait for my approval. He just bends down and scoops me out of my chair, carrying me bridal style toward the hall. “See you in the morning, Charlie.”

“Goodnight, guys,” she calls out, but I can’t even spare her a glance because my attention is focused on the man holding me like I’m a precious treasure he’ll never get rid of.

“I missed you,” I whisper, fingertips skimming along his ear.

“And we missed you. More than we can even put into words.”

“Five days without you is too fucking many,” Trip adds, the heavy sound of his boots trailing behind us.

Squire pauses outside my suite, letting Trip get the door. He stalks through the room, heading straight for the attached bath, which is one thing Charlie didn’t skimp on when she had this place remodeled. Warmed tile floors. Granite vanity with double sinks. A large soaking tub and a shower, complete with waterfall shower heads on each end, big enough to fit a few grown men. As a teen, I didn’t appreciate that nearly enough. Now, I can see the appeal.

Squire sets me down, fingers brushing against the hem of my Sinner’s Mark t-shirt. His eyes meet mine, and for a second, his uncertainty is like a living thing between us.

“Rem…”

“I told you once before, Grant. The answer is always yes.”

His lips slowly curve, a dimple appearing in his cheek.

“Have I told you what it does to me to hear you call me by my real name?”

“You have not, but…” My hand slims along the bulge in his jeans. “I can make some assumptions.”

“Mmhmm,” he groans. “I like it. A lot.”

Trip is leaning against the door jamb when I glance over my shoulder. With his hands in his back pockets, the muscles in his chest and arms are fucking droolworthy. “And what about you, Emery? Which do you prefer?”

His nostrils flare, telling me everything I need to know, but I still want to hear the words.

“Didn’t realize until just now how much I like hearing my name leave your lips, baby.”

Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I reach down, lifting my shirt up and over my head. I can feel their stares. My black lace bra fits more snugly than it did pre-pregnancy, and it makes me feel powerful in a way I’m barely getting used to. When my hand reaches for the button on my jeans, Squire’s hands cover mine.

“Let me do it,” he whispers, his deep, husky voice sending a shiver down my spine.

“You are…” Fingers brush against the back of my neck as Trip pushes my hair to the side, dropping kisses against my skin. “Exquisite, Remington. I’m not sure how you could get impossibly more beautiful in just five days, but motherhood definitely suits you.”

Squire, who has finished removing my pants, drops a kiss on my exposed, not quite totally flat belly.

“You’re barely starting to show, but I’ll be damned if knowing we put a baby in here doesn’t turn me on.”

“You can say that again, brother.”

My hormones suddenly seem to go into overdrive, my senses overwhelmed in the best way possible. Their lips and hands are everywhere, all at once, and I want them to both slow down and hurry up all at the same time.

“Are you wet for us, Rem?” Squire trails his nose over my lace-covered pussy, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, you smell good.”

“Bet she tastes better,” Trip quips, his mouth dropping to suck on the sensitive spot where my shoulder and neck meet.

“You’re right. I should find out.” Squire’s fingers dip into the band of my panties, slowly drawing them down my legs. When I step out of them, his palms grip my calves, sliding up until his fingertips are barely tracing the curve of my ass cheeks. “Would you like that, Rem? Like my tongue sliding through these full lips of yours, circling around your swollen clit until you come in my mouth?”

The whimper that escapes is embarrassing, full of the need that’s strangling my words.

Trip chuckles. “Pretty sure that was a yes.”

Squire must’ve thought so too because he dives in, the length of his tongue splitting the seam of my pussy and sliding through the excessive wetness he finds waiting for him there. His groan echoes through the small space.

“Grant, please?—”

Trip’s fingers grip my chin, tilting my head until I’m staring into his pretty green eyes. “Uh uh, baby. Let him take his time with you.”

He may be calm on the outside, but his kiss tells me he isn’t nearly as unaffected as he appears. His mouth consumes mine, large hands sliding around my ribcage until he’s kneading my heavy breasts. My back bows, desperate for more of his touch. I barely notice when Squire lifts my leg to rest on his shoulder, opening me up so he can devour me fully. It isn’t until his mouth latches onto my clit and two fingers thrust into my sex that I gasp into Trip’s mouth while my fingers dive into Squire’s long hair to hold him against me.

“That’s it, Rem,” Squire coos. “Let go for me. I wanna taste your cum on my tongue.”

I’m grinding against his mouth and hand, so close to the edge I want to cry. Then Trip rolls my sensitive nipples between his fingers, the full weight of my breasts resting in his palms, and the thought of how we all must look together has me exploding with shocking ferocity.

Squire growls as he consumes my release, and Trip manages to keep me upright when my body damn near gives out from the pleasure. It isn’t until I hear the shower door open and the water kick on that I finally break through the surface of the post-release haze I’ve been trapped under thanks to one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. The second my eyes open, I notice I’m in Trip’s arms and we’re heading toward the bedroom.

“Don’t you even think of putting me to bed, handsome.”

“You’re exhausted, baby. We’ll be just a few minutes as we wash up, then we’ll climb in beside you.”

“A few minutes is too long, Trip. I need you now, and I know you both need me too.”

He pauses, studying my face intently. I know he’s seeing everything I’m not saying.

I don’t want to be alone.

“Okay.”

He doesn’t say anything else. He turns around and sets me back down just outside of the shower where Squire is currently rinsing the soap off his body.

“Knew she’d talk you out of it.”

Trip rolls his eyes as his fingers unhook my bra and slide the garment down my arms while I’m too busy ogling Squire’s dick to even help him out.

“Yeah, well, I’d like to see you try denying our girl after being apart for days. Oh, that’s right. You couldn’t . Damn near mauled her before you even got her to her room. Then we had to listen to you bang her against the door.”

“First off, those were completely different circumstances. Secondly, what can I say? She’s irresistible.” Squire’s smile grows wicked. “C’mere, baby. I’ll take care of you while Trip cleans himself off.”

He opens the glass shower door, holding out his hand. Without hesitation, I place mine in his, and am immediately engulfed in his arms, the warm water falling between us. I let my cheek rest against his wet skin as he kisses the top of my head.

“What do you need, Rem?”

Pulling my head back, my eyes lock on his. “You.”

He lifts me up, turning us until my back is pressed up against the tile wall. “You’ve got me. Always.”

His lips press into mine. It’s soft and sweet despite the ebbing need now inching up degree by degree.

“I meant all of you,” I whisper against his lips, feeling his responding smile against my own.

“Yes, ma’am.” His hips roll so that the long length of him that had been pressed between us is now poised exactly where I need him most. “You want me, you got me.”

In a blink, I go from empty to full—my body forced to stretch around the sudden intrusion. It feels fucking fantastic.

“God yes, Grant.”

His kiss is less gentle this time, his control snapping like a rubber band stretched too taut. I can do no more than hold on while he begins to fuck me like a man possessed—his dick plunging in and out with harsh strokes that have my blood going from a simmer to a boil in a matter of a few thrusts.

“I can feel you, Rem. You’re already right there.” His voice is gruff, his fingers digging into my thighs with a desperation I reciprocate.

He stills, watching my face to carefully gauge my reaction. His hands slide up my thighs, over my hips, and across my ribcage, until he reaches my arms. Slowly, he lifts them above my head, pinning my wrists to the wall.

“Grant…”

“Say the word, and I release you, Rem.”

I’m damn near breathless with need at this point, willing to let him use me however he wants as long as he makes this incessant ache go away. “I trust you.”

He groans. “Fuck!”

“That’s the idea.”

It’s like those simple words officially unleash the beast. Using his hold as leverage, his hips pull back then slam forward so hard I cry out. He doesn’t relent, pistoning back and forth, his dick spearing me with such forceful intensity that I’m pretty sure I’m going to simply expire from the ecstasy skirting up my spine.

“Not yet. Just a little longer.”

“Please!”

He’s pumping into me so hard my entire body is sliding up and down the tile. I might have scratch marks from the grout, but I can’t find it in me to give a damn.

“Almost,” he growls. “Fuck! You feel good.”

“You too. Please, can I come? Please? Please!”

He thrusts once, twice more. “Now, Rem! Come with me.”

When my orgasm rushes through me, he swallows my scream, his body stilling so deep inside I swear I can feel each heady throb of his release. He frees my wrists, dropping his forehead to my shoulder as my fingers absently run through his wet hair. When I finally manage to pry my eyes open, my head falls to the side. Trip is waiting at the other end of the shower, water pouring over his deep bronze skin, stroking his cock. There’s a feral look in his eyes that sends a thrill shooting through me.

“My turn?” he asks, voice hoarse.

“Come here, Emery.”

He hums. “Yeah, I like that a whole lot.”

In a few steps, he’s standing beside us, brushing a stray piece of wet hair off my cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful after you come, baby girl.”

“Then maybe you should see if you can make it happen again.”

He grins. “Is that a challenge?”

“Maybe.”

“Jesus,” Squire mutters. “She’s strangling my dick, man.”

“Then hand her over.”

Squire straightens from the wall, twisting until Trip can steal me away. My arms fall over his shoulders, and my legs slide around his lean waist, nestling his rigid cock against my ass. Without bothering to grab a towel, he pushes the shower door open, stepping out onto a floor mat. Stalking into the bedroom, his eyes never once leave mine. He climbs up onto the bed and slowly lowers us both to the mattress. He’s so much larger than me, his body covering mine entirely, but it’s not suffocating or intimidating. It’s comforting and safe in a way I never thought I’d be.

“Say it again.” His stare drops to my lips as if he wants to watch them form the words he’s waiting to hear.

I don’t need to ask what he means. I already know.

“I want you, Emery.”

His chest rumbles with approval as the thick head of his dick finds my pussy and slips in. He lets the tip play in and out of my hole, teasing me but never going any further.

“This is becoming a thing with you,” I mutter petulantly.

He grins. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“I seem to remember you fucking me in the shower a while back without really even fucking me at all.”

He laughs, and everything inside me sings with my love for this man.

“Don’t worry. I don’t have the restraint needed for that right now.”

My fingers run along his neck, tracing the line of his beard to his chin. “Then what are you waiting for?”

His head dips, lips pressing against my ear. “For you to be as on edge as I already am.”

My lips barely have time to part when he thrusts in. Even with two orgasms and Squire’s dick before him, the shock of suddenly being impaled has my back bowing off the bed as my fingers scramble for purchase against the back of his neck.

“Yup, just like that. Squeeze me, baby girl. I love how good you feel when I’m sheathed inside you.” He slowly pulls out, watching my face the entire time. “I want to see every emotion, every bit of pleasure cross your face. Want to commit it to memory so I can see it any time I want.”

He thrusts in again fast and hard.

“Holy shit. Do it again, Emery. Fuck me harder.”

His mouth drops to mine. “What do you say?”

“Please?”

He pushes up, then his hips retreat until he’s once again teasing me with his tip. My body is eagerly trying to anticipate his next move. My heart races like I’m simply waiting for him to complete me again. Urgency rises up inside as my chest rises and falls with each erratic breath.

“Like this?” he growls, plunging into me even harder than before.

I can’t speak. Can barely think straight. My body is awash in pleasure so complete that I can only nod. Pretty sure my fingernails are digging into his back, and I pray to fucking god he’s not bleeding because no way in hell am I letting my weak stomach fuck this up for us right now.

“More,” I rasp, when I finally find my voice.

As if that simple demand was all he could stand, he drops to his forearms and his body begins to ruthlessly pummel into mine, with a force and speed that take my breath away. The sound of our bodies slapping together reverberates through the room. It’s rough and it’s dirty and it’s so unlike my sweet guy that I can only hold on to him and let him work out the five days’ worth of pent-up aggression.

“God, baby.” He’s staring into my eyes, hands bracketing my face, serving as witness to the utter rhapsody he’s forcing upon me. “You have no idea…”

Pressure builds inside as my body prepares to leap off the ledge he’s all but dragged me to.

“Emery… Handsome… I…”

“Go ahead. Come for me, Remington. Let me see you.”

I’m in a freefall before the words even finish leaving his lips. He continues to fuck me through my release, his hips crashing into mine over and over until he comes with a roar. Even when his weight drops down onto me, pressing me into the mattress and making it just a bit difficult to breathe, my body is wracked with aftershocks until I’m completely spent and can’t do so much as twitch.

“You’re gonna smother her, jackass,” Squire mutters, nudging Trip as he slides onto the bed beside us.

“I’m sorry. Give me two seconds. My limbs aren’t cooperating.”

“No fucking wonder. I’m surprised you didn’t break the goddamn bed.”

A laugh escapes.

Trip lifts himself up just enough to lazily grin down at me. “See, she can breathe just fine.”

Which just makes me laugh harder and him groan.

“Now you know how I felt when she was clenching around me in the shower.”

We all burst into fits of giggles until Trip eventually rolls us onto our sides, settling me between the two of them. Squire snuggles into my back.

“I’m so glad you two are here.”

Squire kisses the back of my neck. “Now, we just have to figure out how to get the others out.”

I glance over my shoulder. “I’ve got a plan.”

My men groan.

“Hey, now. I got the two of you released, didn’t I?”

Trip pushes the hair off my face. “Yeah, but something tells me this isn’t going to be as easy as getting dirt on a judge.”

“You’re right. It’s not, and it’s going to require some help from you,” I say, glancing back at Squire.

“You know I’ll help in any way I can. What do you need?”

“Think you can hack an encoded message system?”

“Please tell me you’re not talking about—” I’m nodding before he can finish his sentence. “Fuck!”

“What?” Trip asks.

“I’ll explain the entire plan in the morning when my mental capacity has recovered. For now, we really should get some rest.”

Trip drops a sweet kiss on my lips, and Squire leans over my shoulder to do the same.

“Get some rest, baby girl. Something tells me things are only going to get crazier from here on out.”

“Yeah, Rem. Go to sleep. We’ll figure it all out in the morning.”

“I love you,” I mumble around a yawn.

“And we love you.”

It isn’t long before my eyes fall shut and my body relaxes, sleep starting to claim me. I hear their soft murmurs, but although my brain is curious as to what they’re talking about so quietly, my body decides it doesn’t give a damn. Guess I’ll worry about that in the morning too.