Nick
We let her rest while we showered. Rowan already had fresh sheets ready, waiting to change the bed once she woke. It was too early for her to sleep properly.
The master bedroom in the villa wasn’t as good as our bedroom at home, but at least we’d had the bed customised. That mattered.
I rubbed the towel through my hair, watching Ella sleep. When I finished drying off, I slung the towel around my neck and stepped closer. Her tattoo was half-hidden by her hair, the curve of it disappearing beneath dark strands.
My dick twitched, uninvited, remembering the way she’d screamed around me. The way her throat had opened for me—how easily I’d driven myself deep down her neck.
Damn.
Best shag ever.
I wanted more.
Everything.
If Alec was right, she could already be pregnant—but that didn’t dull the hunger. I still wanted to stuff her cunt full of my come, to feel that connection again, raw and undeniable.
There was something about Ella that pushed me to the edge.
And the fact that I could see the same madness reflected in Rowan and Alec—mirrored, shared—somehow made it feel safer.
Like we were all standing on the same fault line.
I glanced at the clock.
Fuck it.
One more load.
I flung the towel to the floor and slipped beneath the covers behind her.
The others came through, snickering, as I shifted closer—careful, deliberate—until I felt her slick pussy lips.
Hot.
Wet.
Yielding.
This was the kind of break I’d happily agree to.
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Rowan guided a sleepy Ella toward the bathroom while Alec began stripping the bed. He was good at it. I could never get the covers as smooth as he did.
“You could help me, fucker,” he muttered.
I smirked, taking another draw from my cigarette.
“I’m all tuckered out,” I drawled, blowing the smoke toward the ceiling.
“Greedy bastard,” he chuckled. “Can’t blame you. Fuck—she’s good.”
“Slept through it all,” I added.
I couldn’t understand how someone could sleep that deeply. I was awake the moment anyone moved in the night.
That came from listening out for my father.
“Hold her down when I fuck her. Wrists and neck,” Alec said, snapping the quilt to force it into place.
“We need to be careful with the choking now.”
“That wasn’t the case when you were smothering her with your dick.”
True—but I’d gotten caught up in the moment.
“Hm. True,” I hummed. “But things are changing.”
Laughter drifted from the bathroom, followed moments later by Ella’s soft moan.
Alec’s head snapped up.
“Two down,” he grinned. “One to go.”
And I had no doubt he’d take his time with her now that he had her all to himself. Then again, watching had always been its own indulgence.
I stayed where I was, taking another slow draw as her moans carried through the room—unfiltered, unguarded—each one punctuated by the wet, unmistakable sound of bodies meeting. Rowan’s voice threaded through it all, low and filthy, exactly as predictable as it was effective.
I crushed the cigarette into the ashtray, not because I was done—but because I wanted both hands free when I went to watch.
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The drive home was better than I’d anticipated. I usually hated being confined to a car, but sitting in the back with Ella was enough—until it wasn’t.
I casually unfastened my jeans and guided her hand into my boxers.
Alec clocked the movement from the driver’s seat, muttering something about crashing the car.
Rowan slid his hand between Ella’s legs.
“Yeah, baby. Get me hard,” I murmured as my cock began to lengthen.
I leaned across her to unclip her seatbelt, pausing long enough to glare at Alec when he swerved sharply, accelerating toward the next exit.
“Sue me,” he said, easing off as we approached the roundabout. “I’m not missing this shit.”
Ella glanced at me and smiled—coy, sweet, and sly all at once.
“Find a quiet spot,” I told Alec. Then I looked back at her. “And you—did I tell you to stop?”
“No, sir,” she murmured, her other hand slipping beneath my waistband to cup my balls.
Alec turned onto a narrow country road, dense with trees. The green canopy swallowed us whole, sealing us off from the world.
Rowan was already peeling her underwear away.
My dick pushed against the waistband of my jeans as I guided Ella’s head down.
Her hot mouth closed around the tip, gentle at first, her lips tugging softly at the metal ball at the head.
I leaned back against the headrest and let myself enjoy her mouth while Alec kept driving, still searching for somewhere to stop.
I rested my hand at the back of Ella’s head. We’d be back at work tomorrow, and I intended to make the most of our free time with her.
The car slowed, turned, and came to a stop.
“You’ll need to wait your turn, Alec,” I drawled.
Another curse.
I smiled and opened the door.
Rowan and I were about to indulge in an Ella sandwich, and Alec was already fuming about it.
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Alec hummed as he moved around the kitchen. Rowan was working from home to let Ella rest today—three on one had earned her the extra day off.
“You’re happy this morning?” I grunted as I sat down and poured my coffee.
“Of course I am. We need to prep a nursery,” he said, tipping a carton of organic orange juice into a glass jug.
I smiled, picturing tiny furniture and clothes.
“Send me the link to the SUV you’re looking at,” I said, already running through the growing list of things Ella couldn’t eat or do during pregnancy.
His eyes flicked toward the doorway, and that’s when I heard Rowan and Ella’s voices.
We zipped up as they walked in.
Alec slipped a strip of pills into his pocket.
The prenatal vitamins we’d ordered.
Ella sat opposite me.
I intended to watch her closely, waiting for her reaction to the secondary pill.
How far was she willing to go with us?