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Neither of us says a word, our heated bodies surrounded by rose petals and the flicker of candles, their shadows dancing against the walls.

His gaze fuses with mine as I thrust my pelvis against his, the tingles of an orgasm building. Trace keeps his pace, and severalhazy moments later, I drop my head back as my release crashes through me. His teeth lightly bite down on my nipple, causing his name to tumble from my lips on a breathy moan.

His thrusts get faster, and his body jerks as he comes. We collapse into each other’s arms, both covered in sweat and totally spent. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I’m glad I waited for you.”

“I’m glad you waited for me, too, but we will be doing that again soon,” I say, giving him a cheeky grin.

Trace laughs and rolls his body over top of mine. “Oh yeah, we will be doing that again in a few minutes, to be exact. Now I understand why Chester is a caveman over you. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to share.”

“A wise woman once said to me, the easiest way is to double up. It gets you more sexy time.”

“Is that right? And how many boyfriends does she have?” he asks.

“Four brothers. She has given me a lot of advice since we started talking.”

“She has, has she? And who exactly might you want me to share with?”

“Hmm,” I say, rubbing my chin. “You can take your pick, though I would pay to see Boston share.”

“That’s a hell no. So who has shared you so far, besides Creed and Chester, who like to rub it in?”

“Marlow and Davis.”

Trace’s eyebrows raise in surprise. I don’t think he expected his brother to be the type; I didn’t either.

“What about Brennan?” I muse. “Do you think we could convince him?”

“I don’t think anyone could convince Brennan to do anything he doesn’t want to, except for you. But I would like to keep you to myself for a little while.”

“You can have me however you want me.”

His eyes sparkle with mischief. “Oh yeah? How about we shower because I want to taste you so badly.”

Trace stands and helps me up. “Last one to the shower is a rotten egg,” I say, remembering something I used to say to him all the time, which would make him chase me. I take off running, and he is hot on my heels.

We spend the rest of the night exploring each other. I don’t know where all the other guys have gone, but I’m thankful they care enough to give me and Trace this evening to ourselves. I’m not exactly sure what I did to get so lucky, but I haven’t felt this happy in a very long time.

Chapter Eight

Boston

“Fucking pregnant,” I say for the millionth time over the last couple of months.

I have tried to wrap my head around it. I have tried to be okay with it.

“What about her being pregnant bothers you the most?”

Yep, my big bro decided that it’s mandatory for everyone who is a member of Olympia to see a therapist once a week. So here I am at my weekly session. I didn’t have anything to say the first few times, so we sat here in silence. But Jolie has her eighteen-week scan today, and I want to be there for her, I really do. Logically, I know she never asked for this either, but it feels like everyone has just accepted that this is how it’s going to be, and they’re all excited. Even my own damn parents held a Sunday dinner, and Mum had some baby outfits they all gushed over.

“I don’t fucking know what bothers me the most... maybe it’s that I wasn’t given a choice.”

“But from my understanding, none of you were given a choice,” he says. I want to smack in his smug-ass face. He can’t be older than his mid-twenties, so what the fuck does he know anyway?

“I’m not ready to be a father. I have never even had to look after myself.”

“Okay, but there are so many of you, and you have help. There has to be something else making you feel this way.”

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