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“I know. And I’m not saying I forgive her, but the more I think about it, the more I can’t blame her for being as easily manipulated by Jared as I was. I guess if she’s ever in a position that she wants to leave him, I want her to know that I’m an option to fall back on.”
Carson sighs. “It’s more than she deserves.”
“It’s more for my nephew than anything.”
“Yeah, except our nephew ties her to Jared forever regardless,” Oliver says.
I give him a pointed look. “So do you technically.”
“The fact that you’re offering an olive branch to begin with…” Carson interrupts our bickering. “I think your sister will appreciate it.”
Spinning, I grab his face and pull him into a kiss. His hands wrap around my waist and he pulls me closer. “Naughty,” he growls against my lips.
I giggle and kiss him again before he lets me go. “Okay, I like this box. It’s cute.”
Oliver grabs it, holding it for me. When I notice Carson lingering by some of the newborn clothes, I move to stand next to him.
“Whatcha thinking about?” I ask.
“You pregnant with my baby,” he says unapologetically.
Oliver chuckles. “Or my baby.”
My ovaries scream at both their confessions, but I shake my head. “No babies. Don’t put that mojo into the air.”
Carson flashes me a heated, cheeky look. “I think you have double the chances of your birth control accidentally failing when two men are pumping you full of cum.”
I shiver, my cheeks blushing. They’ve never shared me, preferring to have their separate times with me. But I’ve been wondering if they’ve thought about it. “It’s still less than one percent.”
“What do you think, Oliver? Think we could achieve it?” Carson asks.
My usually sweet and cuddly boyfriend’s eyes darken and his lips curl into a proactive smirk. “I think there’s no harm in trying repeatedly.”
Biting my lips, I fan my face. “And where’s my choice in all this?”
Carson grips the front of my dress, yanking me to his chest. “You want my babies?”
“Yes,” I gasp. My thighs clench at his handling. Both men know how much I love their rough and possessive ways.
“You want Oliver’s babies?” Carson asks.
“Yes,” I repeat.
Oliver adjusts himself, glancing around us to check if we’re being watched.
“Then that means we’re going to be putting a baby in you. Understand, princess?” Carson says, nipping at my bottom lip. I groan, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“What about marriage?” Oliver asks suddenly.
I stiffen, looking between them. I haven’t given that much thought before.
“I figure you don’t want to have the same last name as Jared,” Oliver continues with a shrug, but my heart aches at the unmistakable sadness in his voice.
“Ollie, I don’t care about that…” I reach for him, but Carson keeps hold of me.
He hums. “If she takes my last name, people know she’s untouchable.”
A shiver of trepidation slides down my spine. I’m not so naive that I don’t know he’s someone to not be fucked with, but I don’t enjoy being reminded.
