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The second orgasm builds slower but stronger, coiling tight in my core. When it finally breaks, I shatter completely, crying out as waves of pleasure roll through me. Alex follows seconds later, his body going rigid as he comes with a harsh groan.

He pulls out carefully and Nick immediately takes his place, sliding into me while I'm still trembling from the aftershocks. His rhythm is different from Alex's, harder and more demanding, and I love it.

Russ moves to kiss me again, his tongue sliding against mine while Nick drives into me with increasing intensity. The pleasure builds again impossibly fast, my body already oversensitive and responsive. He comes with a low growl, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks. When he pulls out, Russ is already moving into position.

Russ's pace is faster, more playful, his mouth finding mine between thrusts. The pleasure builds one final time, and when I come again, it's softer but deeper, spreading through my entire body like warm honey.

Russ follows quickly, his body shuddering as he finishes. He collapses beside me, all three men surrounding me on the bed, their hands still touching me gently.

I fall asleep tangled between them, feeling safer and more connected than I ever have in my life.

Hours later, I wake to darkness and the sound of quiet breathing. I keep my eyes closed, not quite ready to fully surface from sleep.

"It's finally time to deal with the mayor and his son once and for all," Alex says quietly from somewhere near the window.

My eyes snap open, but I don't move. They don't realize I heard what was said.

47

NICK

Three months have passed since Marla told us she was pregnant, and everything has changed.

The merger is official and complete now. The three families operate as one unified organization with combined ports, territory, and political influence that makes us significantly more powerful than we were separately.

The captains support the consolidation. Even the old guard who initially resisted have come around after seeing the financial benefits and increased security.

More importantly, the new estate outside town is finally complete.

I pull my SUV through the gated entrance, glancing in the rearview mirror at Marla sitting in the back seat.

She's six months pregnant now, her belly round and obvious beneath the soft gray sweater she's wearing. Sharon sits beside her, looking nervous and excited at the same time.

"This is really happening," Sharon says quietly.

"Yeah," Marla replies, her voice tight. "It's really happening."

The driveway winds through carefully landscaped grounds before opening into a clearing that reveals the full scope of what we've built. Three separate mansions stand positioned around the property, each one designed to reflect the personality of its owner.

My house sits to the east, modern and sleek with floor-to-ceiling windows. Alex's mansion is to the west, traditional and elegant with stone columns. Russ's place is to the north, sprawling and comfortable with wide porches.

But the centerpiece is the gathering house. It sits in the middle of the property, larger than any of the individual mansions. This is where we'll hold meetings, celebrations, and shared family life. This is where Marla will live.

I park near the front entrance and kill the engine. Marla stares up at the building through the windshield, her blue eyes wide.

"Nick," she says slowly. "This is..."

"Home," I finish for her.

She doesn't respond, just continues staring at the massive structure with its stone facade, arched windows, and heavy wooden doors. I get out and open her door, offering my hand to help her out of the vehicle. She takes it automatically, her fingers cold despite the mild weather.

Sharon climbs out on her own, not wanting to wait for assistance, and looks around with obvious awe. "Holy shit," she breathes.

Russ and Alex are already waiting inside.

They've been here all morning making sure everything is ready. I guide Marla and Sharon through the front entrance into a massive foyer with marble floors and a sparkling new chandelier.

"This way," I say, leading them up the curved staircase to the second floor.