Page 116 of The Pakhans’ Curvy Prize

"Fine," Nick says. "But if this blows back on any of us, it's your ass on the line."

"Understood," Alex replies.

I should feel frightened. I should be horrified by how casually they're discussing destroying someone's life. But instead, I feel something else entirely. Relief. Grim satisfaction.

The knowledge that these men will do whatever it takes to protect me and our child.

Russ's hand slides up my back, his fingers tracing patterns against my spine through the soft fabric of my sweater.

Nick moves closer, his green eyes locked on mine, and my breath catches with the intensity shining there.

"You're safe now," Nick says quietly. "The mayor can't touch you. Zach won't be able to either."

"I know," I whisper.

I reach out and cup Alex's face in my hands, feeling the slight stubble along his jaw.

He's older than the others, more controlled and calculating, but he's still sexy as hell. And, right now, he's my hero.

"Thank you," I whisper. Then I lean forward and kiss him.

Alex responds immediately, his hands sliding up my thighs as his mouth claims mine.

Behind me, Russ's hands move to my waist, steadying me as I shift forward on the couch. Nick settles beside us, his presence solid and grounding.

"Show him how grateful you are," Nick says, his voice low and commanding.

Heat floods through me at his words. Alex pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with desire and something deeper. Without breaking eye contact, I slide off the couch and onto my knees between his legs.

"Fuck," Russ breathes from behind me.

My hands move to Alex's belt, fumbling slightly with the buckle until he covers my hands with his own, helping me.

His pants open, and I can see how hard he already is beneath the fabric of his boxer briefs.

"Take your time," Alex says, his voice strained.

I pull him free, wrapping my hand around his length. He's thick and hard, and the sight of him makes my mouth water. I lean forward and take him into my mouth, using my tongue the way I've learned he likes.

"Christ," Alex groans, his hand moving to the back of my head.

"Deeper," Nick instructs from beside us. "He likes it when you take him all the way."

I do as Nick says, relaxing my throat and taking Alex deeper until I feel him hit the back of my throat. His hips jerk forward involuntarily, and the sound he makes is pure pleasure.

Russ's hands slide under my sweater from behind, cupping my breasts through my bra. I moan around Alex's cock, the vibration making him curse.

His control is slipping, his hips moving in shallow thrusts as I work him with my mouth and hand. I can feel how close he is, the tension building in his body.

"Stop," Alex says suddenly, his hand tightening in my hair. "I want to be inside you when I come."

He pulls me up and onto the couch, his hands already working at my clothes. Russ helps, tugging my sweater over my head while Nick unfastens my jeans.

Within seconds, I'm naked except for my bra, my pregnant belly round and obvious between us.

Alex's eyes darken as he looks at me. He positions himself between my thighs, his hands gripping my hips as he pushes inside me in one smooth thrust. I cry out at the fullness, my body stretching to accommodate him.

"That's it," Nick says from the couch. "Take all of him."