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ETHAN

I reach for Aurora. “Come here, love.”

She moves out from under him, her face flushed and lips bright red.

With dramatic flair, he collapses onto the mattress. “Where are you going?” His voice is whiny, puppy-dog eyes aimed at our girl.

I’d expect nothing less from him. They’re so alike, it’s scary.

I smirk at his antics. “She needs to soak in the bath.”

He has his ways of kissing it and making it better , and I have mine.

“We can’t all fit into that bathtub.”

He’s not even joking. Hot tub, maybe. Tiny bathtub with him? Nope.

I smile. “I know.”

The only thing semi-updated in this loft is the bedroom suite. Although not luxurious, the bathroom features a vintage clawfoot tub, most likely made of cast iron and too heavy to be removed. It’s small, but it’ll serve its purpose.

She climbs out of bed gloriously naked. Her baby bump grows more prominent every time I see her, her breasts larger and rounder. She’s so fucking beautiful, my chest hurts.

I lead her into the bathroom and shut the door behind us. I hold her hand, helping her into the steamy water.

She peers up at me with those big brown eyes. “Bubbles?”

I grin at how adorable she is. “No bubbles. They might irritate your skin. Just Epsom salt.”

I stopped at the store on my way home from the prison for cupcakes and Epsom salt. I’ve turned into such a romantic fuck.

There’s an old wooden stool underneath the vanity, which I grab and set behind the tub. “Do you need me to take out your braids and wash your hair?”

She spins to face me, the water sloshing. “You’re not getting in with me?”

I shake my head at the absurd idea. “No, my giant ass won’t fit in there, love.”

“Nonsense.” She scoots back to make room. “Please.”

She stretches out the word, and I lose all resistance. Jesus Christ, what has happened to me?

I drop my sweats and take my place behind her. Water tips over the side of the tub onto the floor, and she giggles. It’s cramped, my knees bent and above the rim, but I’ll do whatever the hell she wants—apparently.

She has me wrapped around her finger so tight, it’s ridiculous. No ring necessary.

“I haven’t been in a tub since I took ice baths after games.” I guide her back against my chest. “This is way better.”

“I bet we can make it even better.”

There’s a hint of flirtation in her voice, and I have to remind my aching erection that this is for her. No matter how much I want to palm her sweet tits and be inside her right now, this is for her .

Her hands glide over my hairy legs. It’s such an intimate gesture, like nothing I’ve ever experienced—not only sharing a bath, but being this physically and emotionally vulnerable. She has my firsts in many ways and doesn’t even know it.

I caress her stomach and cherish the feeling of our growing baby. “I’m so in love with you.” The words slip from my lips, but I don’t regret them. “I never imagined I could love anyone as much as I love you and our baby.”

Her eyes glisten. “I love you too. I wish we could stay like this forever.”

“Me too, baby girl.”

We remain intertwined, and I realize I need more of this. I need her with me. I need to watch her grow with my child and not miss a moment.

“You feeling okay?” I ask.

“Absolutely perfect.”

“Sore?”

“A little.”

“The bath should help, but you need more rest. I’m serious, Aurora.”

She emits a noncommittal sound. She may have my heart in her fist, but that doesn’t mean I won’t prioritize her well-being. If I have to force her to rest, I will.

“When do you leave for Montreal?” she asks, changing the subject.

“Tomorrow afternoon.”

She stares up at me, sticking out her bottom lip, and I bite it. There’s no reason for her to pout. She’ll be with me.

She takes the bite as an invitation to climb into my lap. Silky thighs hug my waist, bare pussy sliding over my eager cock.

Her arms encircle my neck, and her fingers glide into my damp hair, tits in front of my face.

I stretch up to kiss her lips. “This bath is for you.”

She glances between us, quirking a brow.

“Don’t pay him any attention. He’d fuck you while you slept if I let him.”

She grips my shaft then, giving it a smooth stroke.

“Aurora, no,” I say with zero conviction. “You’re supposed to be resting.”

“I will rest...” Her fist squeezes me tighter, twisting over the head, “...on your dick.”

Laughter rolls through me. I have a love-hate relationship with her smart mouth. “No, you will not.”

She massages my balls with one hand while stroking me with the other. The dual torture has my restraint crumbling. I palm both her breasts and squeeze them together, sucking and biting one, then the other.

Her hips rock while her hands continue their torment. I’m dying to plunge into her, fuck her hard and fast, but I can’t in this position.

“If you want my cock, we need to get out.” I give her mouthwatering nipples one last bite and pull with my teeth. “As much as I want you to ride me, there’s not enough room in here.”

I lean forward. Her hands release me and hold my shoulders, the steel bar between my legs trapped between us. Using the side of the tub for leverage, I stand, repositioning her so I have an arm underneath her before I step out.

In my haste to bury myself inside her, I forgot all about the water on the floor. I slip and nearly fall on my ass. She clings to me, thighs gripping my waist, and giggles hysterically.

“Fuck.” My heart beats a frantic rhythm. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

I don’t bother grabbing a towel. Only the bottom of her braids are wet, and we’re about to get sweaty.

When I open the bathroom door and illuminate the bedroom, Jax sits against the headboard, playing on his phone.

“About fucking time,” he grumbles with narrowed eyes and a tight jaw.

I wonder what he’d have done if I had fucked her in the bath. Pout like a toddler, probably. He’s about to have an absolute fit when I leave with her tomorrow, or he’ll insist on going.

Despite my desire to be alone with her, I am quite fond of threesome sex.

“Stay right there,” I tell him.

His demeanor changes. His back straightens and his eyes gleam. He reaches over and sets his phone on the nightstand. I hit the bathroom light, and darkness shrouds the bedroom.

I place a knee on the mattress and set her on the bed, whispering, “Suck his cock for me, baby. I wanna fuck you on your knees.”

She makes her way toward Jax, and I palm my needy erection, giving her time to get situated.

“Mmm... Fuck,” he groans, and I take that as my cue to climb up behind her.

I notch the head at her entrance and slide into her gripping cunt, air hissing through my teeth. She’s soaking wet, and this position has me driving deep inside her. I fucking love it, every tight inch of her.

She widens her knees and arches her back further, aligning us perfectly. My hips smack her ass and push her forward. She gags, her throat tightening around him as her pussy clamps around me, and both Jackson and I curse.

I do it again and again, our damp skin slapping. She moans, the sound muffled by his cock. I angle my hips downward to hit her G-spot and snake my arm under her to roll her clit with my fingers.

She whimpers and meets my hard thrusts.

Ecstasy courses through my veins, and even with Jax in the room, I can’t stop the dirty words from escaping my mouth. “Such a good girl. You take us so fucking well. Come on my cock, baby, while you suck his. Give it to me.”

It’s not long before her cunt locks on to me, and she milks me for all I’m worth.

My hips punch forward, my head falls back, and the orgasm hits hard. My dick jerks, unloading deep inside her.

Between the three of us, it’s a symphony of groans and moans. There’s the occasional “Fuuuuuuck” and “Swallow my cum” and “So fucking good.”

Music to my ears.