LOGINChapter 9Kieran stood beside Marcus, stroking his own cock as he watched. “Look at her face, man. She loves it.”Marcus reached out, brushing my hair from my eyes. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered. His hand moved down to cup one of my breasts, thumb circling the sensitive nipple. The tenderness mixed with the rough thrust of Jax’s hips made my head spin.Jax picked up speed, fucking me harder, deeper. His balls slapped against my clit with every stroke. The couch creaked. I was loud, gasping, moaning, begging for more. Pregnancy had made me insatiable.Kieran stepped closer and fed me his cock. I sucked him eagerly, hollowing my cheeks, taking him deep into my throat while Jax railed me from behind. The dual sensation had me floating.They switched after a while. Kieran took my pussy, slower and grinding, hitting that spot that made me see stars. Jax moved to my mouth, letting me taste myself on him. Marcus stayed right there, touching wherever he could, my swollen bell
Chapter 8One year later, and somehow this had become our normal.I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the master bedroom, turning sideways to admire the soft swell of my belly. Four months pregnant. The doctor said everything looked perfect. After two long years of Marcus dreaming about this, whispering late at night about a little one running through the house, filling the empty rooms with laughter.I was finally carrying his child. Or at least, we all agreed it was his in every way that mattered. The love, the home we’d built around his limitations, the way he’d given me to his best friends so I could feel whole again. This baby was ours. All of ours.The front door banged open downstairs, followed by deep male laughter and the jangle of keys. They were back from dropping Marcus off after our night out. We’d gone to that little Italian place downtown, the one with the dim lights and the wine list that made Kieran’s eyes light up. I’d sipped sparkling water and let them
Chapter 7“I’m your filthy whore!” The words broke on a moan as pleasure coiled tighter in my belly.They swapped without warning. Kieran pulled out and moved behind me, slamming into my dripping pussy in one brutal thrust. Jax gripped my hair and fed his cock, still tasting of my ass, into my mouth. The depraved flavor made me whimper, but I sucked him eagerly, hollowing my cheeks.Kieran fucked my pussy with long, grinding strokes, hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over. “Goddamn, she’s creaming all over me,” he groaned. “So fucking wet for this.”They used me like that for what felt like hours, switching holes, changing angles, dragging out every sensation. Jax would pull my hair and make me look at Marcus while he railed my ass. Kieran would pinch and slap my tits, making them bounce as he fucked my throat. My body became a slick, trembling mess of pleasure. Orgasms rolled through me one after another, each one longer and more devastating than the last. I squirted ar
Chapter 6The kitchen smelled like raw sex…thick, musky, and filthy. Sweat, cum, and my own dripping arousal hung heavy in the air. My body was still shaking, muscles twitching from the brutal orgasm they’d just ripped out of me. I turned my head slowly, neck aching, and met Marcus’s gaze across the room. His eyes were bottomless pits of pain, love, and a hunger so sharp it hurt to look at. His hand was still stretched toward me, trembling in the air like he could somehow pull me back from the edge we’d all crossed.Cum streaked my face, warm and sticky across my cheeks and lips. More of it coated my breasts, dripping in slow, obscene trails down my stomach. I felt marked. Claimed. Ruined in the best and worst ways.The soft whir of Marcus’s wheelchair cut through the heavy silence. He pushed forward, knuckles bone-white on the rims, eyes locked on the sight of me pinned between his two best friends. Jax and Kieran were still pressed against me, their bodies hot and slick, cocks ha
Chapter 5"That's it," Kieran encourages, his hand sliding into my panties. "Make those pretty sounds for us." His fingers find my clit, circling it once, twice, before dipping lower to test my wetness. "So fucking drenched. You really are a little slut, aren't you?""Yes," I gasp as Jax bites down on my nipple. "I'm your slut.""Both of us," Jax corrects, releasing my breast with a wet pop. His eyes are dark with lust. "You belong to both of us now."Kieran's fingers slide inside me, two at first, then a third. He curls them, finding that spot that makes my vision blur. "So tight," he marvels. "It's going to feel amazing when I'm balls-deep in this pussy.""Turn around," Jax commands, releasing my throat. "Bend over the counter."I obey, my hands bracing against the cool granite. Kieran keeps his fingers buried inside me as I move, the angle changing, making him hit deeper. I can hear the rustle of clothing behind me, Jax removing his pants, Kieran following suit."Look at that ass,
Chapter 4 The wheels of Marcus's chair hum softly against the wood as we begin our descent. Each step down feels like a step toward something inevitable, something my body has been craving for weeks. The rich scent of coffee grows stronger, mingling with the steam still rising from my shower-damp hair. My fingers tighten around Marcus's hand, his grip steady and grounding even as my pulse races with anticipation. Halfway down, I see them. Kieran stands by the coffee maker, mug in hand, while Jax leans against the opposite counter. The moment our feet hit the bottom landing, the air shifts. It's not just the coffee anymore, it's the charged silence, the way both men's heads turn in perfect sync, like they’ve been waiting for us…for me Kieran's eyes lock with mine first. There's no mistaking the heat there, the raw hunger that makes my pussy clench. He slowly sets his mug on the counter, the ceramic clicking against granite like a starting gun. Then he moves, closing the distanc
Chapter 3I exhale, my fingers twisting in my lap. “I don’t usually do this.”“Do what, Amanda?” His voice is a velvet purr, his foot brushing against mine under the table.This. The way my skin is too tight, the way my breath hitches every time he looks at me. The way I can feel the weight of his
Chapter 1 I lean against the counter, sipping my warm coffee, the bitter taste keeping me sane after another exhausting shift. My scrubs cling to my skin, the fabric damp with sweat from rushing between patients all morning. The weight of the day presses down on me, until he walks in.Mr. Zack.H
Chapter 4The restaurant table is still warm beneath my bare back, the scent of sex and expensive wine thick in the air as Chad pulls me upright with a rough grip on my wrist. His lips crash against mine, no gentleness, just possession…his free hand tangling in my hair, yanking just enough to make
Chapter 5The floodlights blaze above us, casting Chad’s sweat-slicked body as he crowds me against the cool metal of the goalpost. His breath is hot, his fingers digging into my waist hard enough to bruise. The distant cheers of the lingering fans fade into a hum, drowned out by my pulse in my ea







