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Then I wanted to find the other two and do the same.

“You’re home early.” I blink up at them, feeling far more flustered than I should.

You’d think I’d be used to seeing them covered in blood by now, but no.

Every time I see them like this, blood on their hands, clothes, and face, that fire inside my core sparks to life.

It should terrify me, but it does the complete opposite.

“Sounds like you're disappointed, beautiful,” Maverick says, lowering himself to a crouch. He cocks his head to the side, his midnight hair falling forward as he leans in slightly. “But we both know that’s not true, is it?” His lips curve into a smile that sends my heart racing.

“I was just wondering.” I narrow my eyes, trying to act like having them this close doesn’t send my body and mind into a tailspin. “Because lately, you’ve been gone all day.”

It’s a good thing I’m under the water so he can't see how hard my nipples are and how slick I’m growing between my thighs.

“Aww.” Saint grins down at me, the blood on his face only adding to my arousal. “Did you miss us, Pretty Girl?”

“No,” I roll my eyes, pushing off from the edge of the pool to put some distance between them and me. But as I go to swim backward, Maverick grabs my arm, pulling me back.

I let out a shocked yelp as he hauls me out of the pool.

Before I can ask what the fuck his issue is, all three of them surround me. “Don’t be like that, baby.” Maverick’s voice is low, making me shiver.

“I don’t know what you're talking about. I’m not being like anything,” I huff, trying to look away, but just end up locking eyes with Saint.

“Bunny,” he chuckles, low and deep, and fuck me, it adds to the want coursing through my veins.

“What?” I narrow my eyes. “Why are you all acting like this?”

“Like what?” Shepherd whispers into my ear from behind me, and full-blown goosebumps pop up over every inch of skin.

I swallow hard, knowing I need to put some distance between us before I do something stupid. Because the thoughts swimming around my mind right now all involve these three with me under them.

Or maybe it’s not stupid. Maybe it’s smart. The smartest thing I’ve thought of in a long time.

“What did I say about you coming home covered in blood?” I breathe out, trying to deflect.

“That it makes your pussy tingle,” Shepherd chuckles.

“It does not,” I growl.

“Mhhm,” Saint hums. “If I were to—” My eyes widen, and I gasp when Saint slides his hand into my swim bottoms and thrusts two fingers between my legs. I lean back into Shepherd and he wraps his arms around me, holding me in place. “Yup.” Saint’s chuckle has my pussy clenching around his fingers as he thrusts them deep inside me. I whimper as he brushes his thumb against my clit. “You’re fucking soaked.”

“Am. Not.” I pant out.

Saint pulls his fingers free, and I can see the sheen of my arousal coating them. He slides his fingers into his mouth and groans, sucking them clean. “Sure you’re not,” he teases, shooting me a wink.

Shaking my head, I push out of their hold. “Ugh,” I mutter, looking down at my arms. “You got blood on me.” And then I’m jumping into the pool to wash it off, totally not trying to avoid my feelings again. Nope, not at all.

But how the hell do I tell them how I feel? Giving them the green light to knock me up isn’t really a casual topic of conversation.

I can hear their laughter as I stay under the water, then Maverick shouts that they’re going to shower.

Once I know they’re all gone, I come up for air. “I’m so screwed,” I groan.

Well, not yet but that’s the end goal, isn’t it?

“Fuck yeah!” Shepherd cheers, thrusting his arms in the air in victory. “I win, motherfuckers.”