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He pushes in slowly. The stretch is enormous, almost too much, Emmett in one hole and Beau in the other, filling me so completely that I feel consumed by them. I suck in a breath and hold it, my fingers digging into Emmett’s chest. Beau stops, waiting, his hand stroking my spine.

“Keep going,” I tell him. “Don’t stop.”

He pushes deeper, and then he’s all the way in, and I’m so full I can’t think. I can feel both of them, every inch, pressing against each other through my body. When Emmett shifts, Beau moves. When Beau breathes, I feel it everywhere. We’re connected, all three of us, through me.

Hunter kneels in front of me, his cock hard and close. I look up at him and he brushes the hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. It’s such a tender gesture that my chest aches.

I take him in my mouth. His hand slides into my hair, not pushing, just holding. I taste salt and skin and Hunter, and the sound he makes—a low, shuddering groan—sends a pulse of heat straight through me. I’m full of all three of them now. Completely, impossibly full. Every part of me is occupied, claimed, loved.

They start to move. Emmett rocks up into me from below, slow and deep. Beau matches his rhythm from behind, his thrusts careful, controlled, his hands gripping my hips. I move my mouth on Hunter, taking him deeper, and his fingers tighten in my hair. The sensation is overwhelming. Not just the fullness, but the coordination of it, the way they’re moving together, finding a shared rhythm through my body like they’re listening to the same song.

“Fuck,” Beau groans. “You feel incredible.”

Emmett’s hands slide up to my face. He tilts my chin so I’m looking down at him, even with Hunter still in my mouth. His gray eyes are silver in the low light. “I love you,” he says. Simple. True. Emmett.

The orgasm builds from somewhere deep, deeper than the physical, somewhere in the space between their bodies and mine. It starts as a tightening, a gathering, a wave pulling back before it crashes. Emmett’s thrusts get harder. Beau’s rhythm breaks, gets desperate. Hunter’s breath is ragged above me, his hand trembling in my hair.

I come apart. The wave crashes through me and I cry out around Hunter, my body clenching around Emmett and Beau at once, the contractions rolling back and forth between them. The pleasure doesn’t stop. It keeps going, wave after wave, and I’m shaking, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes, my whole body lit up and burning.

Emmett goes first, groaning my name as he pulses inside me, his hips jerking up, his hands gripping my face. Beau follows a breath later, burying himself deep, his forehead pressed against my spine as he comes with a sound that’s almost a sob. Hunter’s hand tightens in my hair and he finishes in my mouth, his whole body shuddering, whispering my name like a prayer.

For a long moment, nobody moves. We breathe together, tangled and connected, four heartbeats slowly finding the same pace. Beau pulls out gently and I wince at the loss. Hunter strokes my hair. Emmett is still inside me, softening, his thumb tracing my cheekbone.

Beau’s hand slides between my legs from behind, pushing his cum back inside me with two fingers. The intimacy of it makes me shiver.

I laugh softly, turning my head to look at him over my shoulder. “You know you can’t get me pregnant again. I’m already pregnant.”

His eyes go dark and hungry. His fingers push deeper. “That’s not going to stop me from trying.”

“Beau,” I say, half-laughing, half-breathless.

“Every time,” he says, his voice low and serious beneath the heat. “Every single time. I’m going to fill you up and keep you full. That’s a promise.”

Emmett chuckles beneath me, his chest rumbling against mine. Hunter grins and kisses my temple. I’m surrounded, filled, loved, and so deeply, absurdly happy that I can’t stop smiling.

I settle against Emmett’s chest, Beau curled against my back, Hunter stretched out beside us with his hand resting on my hip. The Christmas lights blink softly through the doorway. The cabin is quiet. The mountain is quiet. Everything is exactly where it belongs.

I close my eyes, my grandmother’s ring warm on my finger, my hand resting on my belly where something new and tiny and ours is just beginning.

This is my life now. These men, this mountain, this home.

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