SARAH Jaxon’s left hand reaches for the back of his neck. He scratches with a grin—almost shy, and quite the contradiction if you ask me—plastered on his face. I don’t need to say too much, I never have to. It’s like they always know what I want before I ever admit to wanting it. What more can a woman want? Ronan takes a step forward. Now that my nostrils are snot free, I can finally suck in the wild scent of his cologne, drink it all in, until it feels my nostrils and leaves space for almost nothing else, not even air. Who needs air when you can breathe in the scent of billionaires who are obsessed with the ground you walk on? Definitely not me. His smooth hands seize the back of my neck. The motion is quick, but gentle. He’s so close, brooding over me that all I see and feel is him. A greedy pair of blue eyes drop down to my nipples, staring at them makes the pair hard as rocks. When I try to wear a pride smell, I end up looking so silly, I can tell he tries to stifle a laugh. The girls truly have a mind of their own, I fear. And so does their distant cousin—the lady between my legs. “Jesus, Sarah,” Ronan grunts. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He means every word. I blush. It’s impossible to look away from him. “You say that all the time.” “It’s not nearly enough,” Mal joins us by standing behind me. The heat from his body floods my back, even without his touch. “Every inch of you is utterly…” he pauses as his fingers trail towards the waistband of the flimsy lace around my waist. “Breathtaking,” he continues. Snap. The lace comes off, falling to my ankles. I shudder at the warm breeze that blows past my pussy. I have no idea where it’s from. “You’re radiant, just like the sun.” His fingers glide towards my jaw, spreading over my throat. My heart heats up in my chest, like it’s slowly melting away at a 100 degrees. There is no doubt they have always seen me as the light in their lives. But now, even after showing a bit of darkness, they still consider me as beautiful as the sun. “There’s nothing you’ll do that’ll stop us from loving you.” Ronan’s whisper is soft as the breeze against my ear. He silences the doubts in my head before they can fully form. Maybe, just maybe I’m the luckiest woman in the world after all. I’ll break into tears if I wasn’t so turned on and needy. “You can say that again.” The party is completed by Jaxon’s presence as he stands beside me. Three is a crowd everywhere but here. “You, my darling, are simply intoxicating.” Jaxon doesn’t need to put his hands on me. His words are already enough undoing. “You’re going to get us in so much trouble with Kevin.” I chuckle. “More than you’re already in? You pumped babies into his little sister.” I shake my head. “I can’t believe there was a time he thought you three looked at me like your little sister. Poor Kev.” “Maybe at first,” Mal replies with a smile. “But we’ve wanted to have you for the longest time.” “When exactly?” They exchange knowing glances, and I raise a brow. “You’re not going to tell me, are you?” “There are some things we must keep to ourselves.” I roll my eyes, feigning a frown. “Whatever. Kevin won’t be home till later tonight.” My frown slowly fades away when Malachi starts spraying kisses all over the back of my neck. “I’m worried about you, baby. Shouldn’t we be careful now that there’s a baby? And what the doctor said about stress…?” For Christ sake. I know Ronan is worried, they’re all worried. They might have put on a brave face in the hospital, but I can tell getting hit with the loss of our child did a number on them. It’s not even been twenty four hours since the news, and he’s used this “stress” term twice. “It’s fine,” I reach for his jaw, gently stroking it, hoping it’ll calm him down. “Besides, I read in an article that pregnant women need sex, for stress relief.” He smiles when I wink at him. “Oh?” That smile turns into a full blown smirk. He raises his left brow, mischief sparking like electricity behind those blue eyes of his. “We would never deny you anything you want or need now, would we, boys?” He turns to his brothers, the ones behind and beside me. “Not a chance in hell.” Ronan directs his gaze at me. “Where did you say that bathroom was again?” “Down the hall.” I do my most careless impression of a shrug. Bold of me to act like my knees aren’t as soft as jelly, or there isn’t a gooey mess between my thighs that won’t let me walk straight. I point to the door, wearing my false bravado like armor. “I can show you.” “Lead the way,” Malachi grins. I turn my naked back to them. He just wants to stare at my ass, doesn’t he? Luckily, I have no complaints. Zero. None. Swaying my hips as I walk is definitely on purpose. The dangerous waters I’m treading on beckon for me to come closer, to drown myself in them. The thought of it sends shivers up and down my spine—hot and cold, interchanging at nerve endings I never knew existed. I’ve seen how my men get when they’re pushed to the edge. We walk past a couple of rooms before reaching the bathroom. The guest bathroom is revealed at the end of the hallway. It’s never used, but I always have the cleaning lady work on it regardless. The blue crystal tiles on the walls and floors sparkle underneath the bright white light bulbs. It’s large enough to fit in twenty people at once. There’s a toilet bowl and sink at the far right, with a large circular mirror ahead of the sink, while the cubic shower room is on the left—behind a sliding door made of foggy colored tempered glass…I guess. It smells like bleach and feminine soaps. Mine, no doubt. My men try to come in behind me, but I stop them with a stern look on my face. “Uh-uh.” My arms fold underneath my breasts as I shake my head. “No clothes in here. Take them off at the door.” Jaxon starts first, unbuckling his belt. “As you wish.” The tip of my tongue grazes over my dry lip, slow and discreet, while watching them undress. Ronan’s black briefs firmly pack the damn near eight inches of his massive cock, which springs free, poking hard at me once he pulls the stretchy fabric down to his knees. Malachi’s tattooed abs force me to gulp hard at the link in my dry throat, and Jaxon…fuck me. Literally. I fucking need them inside me, now. “What are you waiting for? Come in.” Do I sound like a ghost? Maybe. And they’re the ones to blame. One more second of looking at them, and I won’t be able to stop myself from dropping to my knees to choke myself with Ronan's cock while stroking Malachi and Jaxon. And that would not be very lady like of me, would it? With that thought in mind, I sprint into the shower. Not because I care about being unladylike—I mean, I have done worse—but because I need to go as wickedly slowly as possible. I close my eyes as I turn on the shower. The warm water hits my skin immediately, and the soothing feeling comes instantly. I can tell when they join me in the bathroom, and when Ronan steps into the shower area. He encircles my waist, and my eyes open. With his fingers, he frees my hair from the ponytail, and my yellow scrunchie falls to the wet floor. I look down at it. “Do I need to pick that up?” My nipples press against the skin of his lower chest, and he groans. It’s low, primal, wanton, and I’m close enough to hear it, close enough to press my body even further, tormenting him with the softness of my flesh. “No.” He says, roughly. “All you need to do right now is try to stay strong.” Fuck. “Ronan, you’re about to fuck me, not send me off to war.” I roll my eyes. “You think I can’t take the three of you now that I’m pregnant? How do you think the babies came in the first place?” He bites back his laughter, but the amusement stays behind, carefully locked in his eyes, but spills to the smile on his face. “I’ll never underestimate you, kitten, you know that.” “So?” “So.” In one swift motion, he spins me around and pins me against him. One hand locked around my neck, and the other between my legs, spreading my tights apart. His cock pushes against the skin of my back. I can tell it’s about to completely destroy me. “I’m going to need you to stay strong, because we’re going to make you come one after the other, and then,” he smacks my pussy so hard, I cry out. Malachi and Jaxon smile from watching me, stroking their cocks slowly. I told myself I’ll be the one to tease them, to ruin them, but they’ve turned it around, made me a whimpering mess begging to be fucked. Ronan drags his middle finger over my clit. “We’re going to fuck you together, all three of us at once, until every hole in your body is filled with our come. Your mouth,” he presses another finger against my clit, while easing one into my wet cunt. Fuck me. “Your sweet, wet, pussy,” God, please. “And juicy ass.” Yes. Fuck, yes! “So tell me, kitten, can you take that?” Tongue tied, I nod like a fucking lizard. Malachi clicks his tongue against his teeth. “I’m afraid that’s not going to do it, sweetheart. You had so much to say just now. Where did those words go?” He looks up at Ronan, who’s too busy fucking me with his fingers to care if I speak or not. “Ask her again.” Kill me now. “Can you take it, Sarah?” He plunges a third finger into me, and I scream, thrashing against him. “Yes! I can. I fucking can.” Ronan pulls out all three fingers at once, and I stagger, falling back against him. He holds me tight, and leans down to my ear. “Touch your toes for me,” he moans. “Let’s give them a show.”