Page 111 of The Pakhans’ Curvy Prize

Nick nods once, sharp and decisive. "Agreed."

"But you don't know which of you is the father," I say, my voice breaking. "Doesn't that bother you? Doesn't it matter?"

"No," all three of them say at once.

The unified response makes my chest tighten. Russ shifts closer, one hand moving to rest gently against my stomach over my shirt.

"This child belongs to all of us now," he says firmly. "Regardless of biology. We're not doing this halfway, Marla."

"We've already crossed every conventional line anyway," Nick adds, moving closer. "What's one more?"

"None of us are walking away," Alex says, and there's steel in his voice. "Even if we wanted to. Which we don't."

The relief that floods through me is so overwhelming I can barely breathe. Years of fear crack open inside my chest. Instead of rejection, I'm being pulled closer into the center of their lives.

"Come here," Alex says quietly, reaching for me.

Russ helps me stand, and then Alex is pulling me against his chest, his arms wrapping around me tightly. I feel Nick move behind me, his hand settling at the small of my back. Russ presses close to my side, his fingers threading through my hair.

"We've got you," Nick murmurs against my ear. His hands slides down to my belly. "Both of you."

The emotion becomes too much. I turn in Alex's arms and kiss him, desperate and needy and overwhelmed. He responds immediately, his mouth claiming mine with an intensity that makes my knees weak. His hands slide down my sides, gripping my hips and pulling me flush against him.

Russ's mouth finds my neck, kissing and biting gently while his hands work at the buttons of my shirt. Nick's fingers trace up my spine, finding the clasp of my bra and releasing it in the span of a heartbeat.

"Bedroom," Alex growls against my mouth.

We barely make it down the hallway, our clothes disappearing between kisses and touches. By the time we reach the bedroom, I'm down to just my underwear and they're all shirtless, their muscular bodies on full display.

Alex lays me back on the bed gently, his brown eyes dark with desire as he looks down at me. "You're fucking beautiful," he says, his voice rough. "Carrying our child makes you even more so."

The possessiveness in his tone sends heat flooding through me. Russ climbs onto the bed beside me, his mouth finding mine while his hands explore my body with renewed reverence. Nick settles on my other side, his fingers tracing patterns across my stomach.

Alex hooks his fingers into my underwear and slides them down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. When I'm completely bare before them, all three men pause for a moment, just looking at me with expressions that make me feel worshipped.

Then Alex moves between my thighs, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of my inner leg. He kisses his way up slowly, deliberately, until his breath ghosts over where I'm already wet and aching for him.

I gasp, my hips lifting involuntarily. He doesn't make me wait. His tongue finds my clit and I cry out, my hands fisting in the sheets. Russ captures my mouth again, swallowing my moans while his hand cups my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple. Nick's mouth finds my other breast, sucking and biting gently until I'm trembling.

The pleasure builds impossibly fast. Alex knows exactly what he's doing, his tongue working me with precision while two fingers slide inside, curling to hit that perfect spot. Russ and Nick continue their attention on my breasts, the dual sensation overwhelming.

"Come for us," Alex commands against my skin, and the authority in his voice pushes me over the edge.

The orgasm crashes through me hard and fast, my back arching off the bed as I cry out. Alex doesn't stop, working me through it until I'm gasping and oversensitive.

When I finally come down, Alex moves up my body and kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on his tongue and it turns me on all over again.

"I need you," I whisper against his mouth. "All of you."

Alex positions himself between my thighs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He pushes in slowly, carefully, watching my face for any sign of discomfort. When he's fully seated inside me, he pauses, letting me adjust.

"Fuck, you feel perfect," he groans, his forehead resting against mine.

He starts moving, slow and deep, each thrust deliberate and controlled. Russ's hand finds mine, threading our fingers together while Nick's mouth continues exploring my neck and shoulder.

The connection between all four of us feels different tonight. More intense. More permanent. Like something fundamental shifted the moment I told them about the pregnancy.

Alex's pace increases gradually, his control slipping as pleasure builds. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groans low in his throat.