Page 75 of Secret Baby for the Triplets

I continue to work her sensitive flesh. Owen’s rhythm falters as well, his breathing becoming ragged as he approaches his own climax.

“You’re so perfect,” he gasps, his fingers digging into her hips as he empties himself inside her.

As Owen withdraws, I seize my chance. With one fluid movement, I position myself at her entrance and thrust upward, filling the void Owen left behind. The sound that escapes her is something between a scream and a sob—raw, uninhibited pleasure.

“Finish me, darlin’,” I whisper, driving up into her heat, as she rocks against me.

Brock moves away, leaving just the two of us connected. Our eyes lock as I thrust into her, feeling every clench and pulse of her inner walls around me. Something is different about this moment; it’s deeper than just physical pleasure.

Her mouth opens in a silent cry, her eyes never leaving mine. “Please,” she whimpers, “don’t stop.”

“More, darlin’?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

Her nod is frantic, desperate.

“I could fuck you all day long.” And that’s true. I don’t want this moment to end.

She falls forward, her nails digging half-moons into my chest as her third orgasm crashes through her. The feeling of her tightening around me, combined with the intimacy of her gaze, drives me over the edge.

Release pulses through me in hot, endless waves, filling her as I hold her tight against me. It feels like coming home—like every part of me recognizes every part of her.

As our breathing slows, I pull her against my chest, cradling her trembling body. My brothers settle on either side of us, their hands stroking her back, her hair, any part of her they can reach.

“I’m definitely going to remember this,” I murmur against her temple, feeling more content than I have in weeks.

She mumbles something incoherent.

After a moment, Emerson raises her head to look at us, her expression suddenly serious. “Do you really think we’re going to be okay like this?”

A defensiveness rises in me instantly. “Like what?” I ask, brow furrowing. “What are you worried about?”

She half untangles herself from me, sitting up slightly to face all three of us. “Everything,” she answers honestly. “Maybe this is normal for you guys, but?—”

“Whoa, whoa, what?” Brock laughs, genuine surprise on his face. “This isn’t ‘normal’ for us. What gave you that idea?”

She flushes deeply, adjusting her position. “I mean. I just... You guys are used to sharing I guess. So...”

“Ohh.” Understanding dawns, and we exchange glances, chuckling softly.

My fingertips trace lazy patterns along the curve of her calf as Brock explains.

“We might share everything else, but this is a first, having a woman live in our house.”

“And have our baby,” I add, waiting for Brock’s usual reprimand that doesn’t come.

Emerson’s shoulders visibly relax at our confession.

I reassure her, squeezing her hand. “This is new to us, too.”

“Okay...” The uncertainty in her voice is fading.

Owen leans forward, taking her face between his palms. “So, we’ll navigate all the ups and downs of this together, okay?” He seals the promise with a soft kiss on her lips.

She nods, exhaling a breath she seems to have been holding since Vegas. “All right.”

“We’ve got you, Emerson,” Brock tells her, his usual gruffness softened by genuine emotion. “But you have to trust us. Can you do that?”

She looks at each of us in turn, her verdant eyes shining with unshed tears as she nods. “Yes,” she breathes, the word carrying the weight of a vow. “I already do.”

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