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“Don’t be cross with her,” Kellan says, his gaze fixed on me.

I can’t tell if they’re angry or worried, scared or just being their usual, surly selves. They’ve been so damn difficult to read since they saved me from Daniel. It seems they are trying hard to mask the trauma, to give me the impression that they’re fine and in complete control of their lives, of the life we’ve built together. But I can see through the cracks, even though they are trying to protect me from the dark. That entire ordeal took a toll on all of us.

“Avery, what are you doing?” Fallon asks, his voice low, his tone heavy.

“I need a break,” I reply, though I’m not sure if those are the right words to say. My earlier resolve is slowly dissolving as my anger and anxiety are gradually subsiding, causing even more confusion. “I just need to get out of here.”

“Why? You have everything you need here,” Kellan says. “Including the three of us.”

“Avery, you’re pregnant with our child,” Luke adds, his sandy brow furrowed above his deep blue eyes.

“Ever since I told you guys about the pregnancy, you’ve been aloof and distant. Always busy, always out of the house, never around when I need you. Something is going on, and none of you are willing to talk about it. I’m thinking I’ll be better off on my own, if only for a while. I won’t stay where I feel like I’m a burden.”

The guys exchange worried glances and take a deep breath in unison.

Fallon looks at Helen. “Would you be so kind as to take the girls upstairs to their room?” he asks her. “They won’t be going anywhere today.”

“You don’t get to decide that” I protest.

“Avery, the four of us need to talk,” Kellan cuts in. “It’s best if Annie and Miley are with Helen while we do that. Let them enjoy some playtime in the comfort of their room.”

“Fine,” I tell him, since talking to them is all I’ve wanted for a damn week now. I nod slowly and watch as Helen gently guides my girls upstairs, a peculiar sense of relief washing over me.

Once Helen and the girls are upstairs, Luke takes my hand and the four of us head to the second floor, as well. They take me straight to our playroom, our safe haven, our lovemaking nest. It’s been over a week since the four of us have been in this room. But the anticipation is already building up, making my insides squirm and my panties ridiculously wet.

Kellan is the first to come closer, unbuttoning his sheriff’s uniform shirt while his eyes undress me—it’s his brother’s hands that are putting his thoughts into action, though. Fallon is right behind me, this mountain of a man with hard muscles and a gigantic erection subtly wedged between my butt cheeks. Lukewatches us intently, fingers working on his silver-plated belt buckle. He’s just come back from a meeting, dressed in one of his fine-tailored suits. I feel small and feminine, a puddle of arousal and the focus of their absolute desire.

“What thought process led you to want to leave us?” Kellan asks me.

“I’m angry,” I mumble, my voice raspy.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Fallon growls as he nibbles on my earlobe. It sends darts of pure electricity through my whole body, my nipples perking against the lacy fabric of my bra—the next item to come off and land on the floor along with my jeans, boots, and t-shirt. “You hear me, Avery? We’re not letting you walk away from us at the first sign of discord.”

“Are you saying that my pregnancy is a sign of trouble?” I shoot back, but then he trails wet kisses down the side of my neck and I melt in his strong arms while his fingers dig into my hips.

Kellan squeezes my breasts firmly, nipples pinched between his index finger and thumb until a whimper escapes my throat. He kisses me, ravenously and shamelessly, our tongues clashing as my legs part slowly so that Fallon can get rid of my panties, too.

“The fact that you’re pregnant is only cause for joy, babe,” Kellan whispers against my lips. “Don’t ever doubt that, not even for a second. That’s our child growing in your womb. Doesn’t matter who contributed the genetic material, mind you. He’s ours. And so are you.”

Luke swoops in and pulls me into a kiss. “Don’t think for a second that we’re not happy about it.”

“You’ve got a funny way of showing it,” I retort, trying to resist, but he licks and suckles my lower lip, while Fallon holds me in place. Still standing, I begin to tremble as he grinds into me from behind.

Kellan starts kissing my breasts, taking each in his mouth, lovingly licking every inch of tender, delicate skin. The atoms in my body come alive, friction causing heat to spread throughout. This is it, the last of my defenses crumbling as I surrender to my three men. I was a fool for believing I could just leave. I think I knew that from the moment the idea popped in my head, and yet I tried it anyway. It’s almost amusing to think about now.

“Get on your knees,” Kellan tells me, and I am compelled to obey.

I kneel on the plush, cream-colored carpet as the three of them stand in front of me, cocks huge and hard and ready to be serviced. My hands run slowly up and down their thick, veiny shafts, my fingers picking up droplets of precum for me to taste while I look right into their eyes. “Mmm, delicious,” I manage, then take Kellan in my mouth first while stroking Luke and Fallon.

Listening to the gruff sounds coming out of their throats and watching their muscular chests move as they breathe in and out, I revel in their excitement as I deep throat each of them like a hungry tiger. I loosen the back of my throat and relax my jaw so I can take as much of these men as possible. I feel Fallon swelling in my mouth, veins twitching slightly against my tongue. This man is ready to explode, so I pull back and grin, silently beckoning him to claim me.

“You will unpack your bag,” Fallon says, lifting me off the floor. “And you will put everything away where it belongs.”

“Yes, sir,” I giggle as he guides me closer to the bed.

“You will bend over, now. I wanna see that gorgeous pussy of yours,” he adds.

“Yes, sir.”

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