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I’m getting ahead of myself.

I groan as I dry myself off. I really just want to crawl back into bed and sleep for a year. I shuffle into my closet and let my hands whisper over the fabric of the clothes and dresses I’ll probably never fit into again.

I find a maternity dress still in the bag in the back, it’s gray with yellow and white flowers printed all over it. I frown as I pull it out, slipping it over my head. I don’t remember buying this. I stare down at my chest and shrug. Maybe it’ll be good for my boobs to not have to constrict them for a few hours. I pull up some panties and braid my wet hair to the side.

I hear several voices down the hall as I open my door and blow out a deep breath, psyching myself up into joining them and not crawling back into bed. Choices, choices.

I pad barefoot down the hall to find Nolan and Landon busying themselves in the kitchen. I look around for James and see him starting up the smoker, reading something on his phone as he shivers as the snow floats down from the sky. I shake my head. It feels like a never-ending winter.

“Hey there little mama.” Nolan calls out and I turn my head back towards the kitchen. “Go sit down, are you thirsty?”

I shrug and ignore the command, going straight to the kitchen. My stomach starts to growl and I smirk. “Sure. I’m starving though.” I pout and flutter my lashes at him and he rolls his eyes.

Landon steps around him to pull me into his arms, pressing my body against his. “Whoa. No bra? Damn.” He blinks down at my swollen chest and tilts his head. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you got a boob job,” he smirks down at me and leans back, curling his hands around my arms. “Do they feel as plump as they look?”

I bark out a laugh and nod. “Sure do.” I go to step back when he leans forward with a pout, his green eyes blinking at me.

“Can I feel?”

I shake my head and send him a look as I bark out a laugh. The fucking horn dog. Then I shrug my shoulders. It’s not like he’s never touched them before. He grips his massive hands around my breasts, squeezing them in his fists for a few seconds. My nipples harden and he blows out a breath. “Damn.” He clears his throat and steps away, shaking his head. “Those are the best tits I’ve ever felt.”

I snort and ignore Nolan’s grabby hands as I open up the fridge and pull out a water.

“Why can’t I feel them?” I hear him pouting.

I roll my eyes and turn towards him, thrusting my chest out at him and pointing to my nipples. “Because you assholes are exciting them and my entire body is sensitive.”

He hums and shrugs. “I’ll be quick.” He steps forward and presses his warm palms right over the sharp, sensitive points, curling his fingers around my breasts and giving them a sensual, light squeeze. “Fuck… you’re right, Landon.” His brown eyes seem to darken into black, he licks his lips like he’s getting ready to devour me.

I groan as I leave the kitchen and sit on the couch, leaving the horny fuckers behind. I check the score and turn it up so I can hear the announcers, trying to put my throbbing nipples out of my mind. Of course the day I have sex with James, Landon and Nolan decide to make a semi-move. They haven't made any until today. Why? Am I putting out a tsunami wave of pheromones or something?

James sits beside me and pulls me into his side. “Are you all hot and bothered? Letting two men touch your body, right out in the open?” He sounds like he’s growling.

Oh damn, possessive James. I didn’t even know he could see into the kitchen from where he was standing outside. Not that I was trying to hide it, I just didn’t think he would be watching me.

I turn my glare onto his face and stick my tongue out at the culprits. “Landon noticed I wasn’t wearing a bra… they noticed my body changes.” I shrug and try to play it off as if it was nothing, even if my rude ass body disagrees.

He hums and places his lips against my ear. “This body? Is now mine. No one else touches it. Gets to look at it, lick it, eat it, or fuck it. Do you hear me?”

I clear my throat and turn my face away from him, not allowing those words to wash over me or permeate my poor lovesick brain. My face has to be fifteen shades of red.

If only those words were true, hopefully I can calm down before the guys join us.

“I’m not kidding, Marie. I’ve had a taste and I want, I need more. Pregnancy, babies, stretch marks, I don’t give a fuck. One week or a year. I don’t want other men looking at you or touching you, for as long as you agree.”

I roll my eyes and side-eye him. I hum at him and smell delicious fried foods coming closer.

“Fried green beans, pickles, and macaroni and cheese… I couldn’t choose so I got them all.” Nolan announces as he steps into the room, setting down a massive platter in front ofus on the coffee table. There’s even containers of ranch, Italian dressing, and nacho cheese. Oh lord. Heaven.

I moan as I plate myself a bit of everything, drenching everything in nacho cheese and cold ranch. “I love you. Thank you.”

James stiffens beside me and growls low in his chest like a damn caveman, low enough for only me to hear.

I turn my glare onto him again and shake my head. Fuck it. These guys don’t hide anything from each other. “I don’t know what crazy juice you three have chugged today but knock it off. All three men in this room have seen me naked, have fucked me, and touched my body in delicious ways that are forever in my spank bank.” I cock a brow at James. “And, Landon and Nolan have done much more, several more times, in several more places, sometimes in public… so knock it off.”

Nolan and Landon are confused as fuck and glancing between us like this is some comedy stand-up.

James shakes his head, “Don’t give a fuck.” He looks over to his friends and clears his throat, crossing his arms over his chest. “I want her.”

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