He's not wrong. I watch them move around the bedroom, Cassian closing the curtains, Pine turning on the soft lamp in thecorner, Jett pulling back the covers. They're still in their party clothes, but they're already stripping down, shedding layers until they're in various states of undress that makes my mouth go dry despite my exhaustion.
Cassian's down to his boxer briefs, and the sight of him is enough to make me forget how tired I am. All muscle and golden skin and those damn eyes that always see right through me. Pine's lost his henley, standing in just his jeans, the button undone, and I can trace every line of ink that winds across his chest and arms. Jett's in his boxer briefs too, and he's all lean muscle and sharp edges and that cocky grin that makes me want to either punch him or kiss him. Usually both.
"You're staring," Cassian says, amused.
"Can you blame me?"
"Not even a little."
He climbs onto the bed, reaching for the tie on my wrap dress. "Can I?"
"Please." Because suddenly I'm not tired at all. Suddenly I'm very awake and very aware of all three of them watching me with heat in their eyes.
Cassian unties the dress slowly, peeling it open to reveal the black lace underneath. I didn't bother with a bra, my breasts too sensitive for anything tight, but the panties are new. A gift from Jessica, because of course she bought me lingerie for my birthday.
"Fuck," Jett breathes.
"You look..." Pine trails off, shaking his head. "Perfect. You look perfect."
I should feel self-conscious. My stomach's starting to round, my body changing in ways I'm still getting used to. But the way they're looking at me, like I'm the most beautiful thing they've ever seen, makes me feel anything but self-conscious.
"Come here," I say, reaching for them.
They don't need to be told twice. Cassian kisses me first, deep and claiming, his hand sliding up my side to cup my breast. The touch sends sparks through me, and I gasp against his mouth. Everything feels more intense lately, every touch amplified by the hormones surging through my body.
Pine's mouth finds my neck, sucking lightly at the spot that makes me shiver. His hand slides down my stomach, reverent, before moving lower, teasing along the edge of my panties.
Jett's watching, his eyes dark with want, and when Pine shifts to give him access, Jett takes over kissing me. His kiss is different from Cassian's, rougher, more demanding, and I love it just as much.
"You're so beautiful like this," Cassian murmurs against my skin, his lips trailing down my chest. "Carrying our pup."
"I'm barely showing," I gasp as his mouth closes over my nipple, gentle but insistent.
"We see it," Pine says, his fingers finally sliding under the lace, finding me already wet. "We see everything."
His touch is perfect, slow circles that make me arch into him, seeking more. Jett's still kissing me, swallowing my moans, his hand tangled in my hair. Cassian's mouth moves lower, kissing across my stomach, worshipping every inch of me.
"Need you," I manage between kisses. "All of you."
"You have us," Pine promises, his fingers still working magic. "Always."
Jett pulls back, his eyes burning as he looks at me. "Tell us what you want, sweetheart."
"You. Inside me. Please." I'm not above begging, not when I feel like this. Not when the pregnancy hormones have turned me into something desperate and needy.
Cassian hooks his fingers in my panties, sliding them down my legs. "These are pretty. But they need to go."
"Agreed," I breathe.
Pine's hand leaves me, and I whimper at the loss. But then he's shifting, positioning himself between my legs, his jeans finally off. "You're sure?"
"God, yes. Please."
He enters me slowly, careful, always so careful with me. The stretch is perfect, familiar and new all at once, and I arch into him with a broken moan.
"Okay?" he asks, stilling.
"Perfect. Move. Please move."
