I had a plan. When I left for college, I vowed to have an ordinary life. One filled with a husband, a white fence and a golden retriever. I never thought this is where I’d end up.

I’ve got the golden retriever and the white fence—although it is more like an enormous, security wall than a fence—and instead of one husband, I end up with two.

A few days before Christmas, we had a small ceremony at the penthouse and exchanged vows. I legally married Asher Knight, but with some fancy legal paperwork pulled together by our lawyer, involving power of attorney and living trusts, all three of us now have legal rights and financial security.

Honestly, the legal stuff doesn’t matter to me as much as the personal commitment. They are mine, and I am theirs.

And our child will be raised in a warm and loving house.

Well, it isn’t exactly a house, more like compound. The guys have gone a little overboard. We ended up buying a large family home on the outskirts of town. It is more than big enough for our growing family, but soon after we moved in, the guys start making plans. They insisted we add several additional buildings. I understood the guest house. We all share the same desire to keep our private life private. That went up in January.

But I thought adding an office building is a bit excessive. The small building they’ve planned will be going in on the other side of the pool. There is going to be three offices—one for each of us, and a large conference room.

Leo tries to justify it by saying he doesn’t want to miss a second of our baby's life. But I know that the offices were Asher’s idea. He still hasn’t gotten over my kidnapping, and the idea of me taking maternity leave keeps him up at night. If they need to, the two of them could run Lash Equity without ever leaving the property--or me.

A construction crew broke ground in early March, and the building should be done long before the baby arrives. Even though I fought them on the expense, I’m actually grateful. I don’t want to give up my job, but I also don’t want little Ashley to be raised by a stranger. Now, I can work at home. I guess it’s one of the perks of sleeping with the bosses.

I rub a hand over my baby bump that seems to be growing bigger every day, and go back to unpacking the last bag of adorable pink outfits. I need to stay out of the shopping malls. Neither one of my men knows how to say no. If I so much as aww at something on display, I find it delivered to the house the next day. At this rate, baby Ashley won’t have to wear the same outfit twice until she’s five.

“How are my girls today,” Asher whispers into my ear and plants a kiss on the back of my head.

My skin tingles at the contact. I lean back against his hard chest and wiggle my ass. His cock immediately responds, and I laugh. “Is that for me?” Go, go second-trimester hormones. These days, all either one of the guys has to do is look my way, and I’m ready to drop my panties and mount them. I find this part of pregnancy much more appealing than the morning sickness.

“Really, woman? It’s not even lunch yet,” he says in mock horror. “Didn’t I rock your world this morning?” Asher tries to act put out, but he’s already pulling his shirt over his head and dragging me to the adjoining door that leads to our bedroom.

“It’s your fault I’m in this state,” I say, shimmying out of my jeans. “I can’t help it that I’m horny all the time.”

That pregnancy panel makes my jeans really easy to get off, and I wonder if quickies in the afternoon went into the design planning, or if it is just an unintended perk. I’m naked and crawling onto the bed in seconds.

“Trust me, Bambi. I’m not complaining,” he says and falls to his knees in front of me. “This is by far my favorite past time.”

He licks my pussy in one firm stroke and then clamps down on my clit, sucking. I bury my hands in his shaggy hair and press into his mouth. “Fuck. I’m so glad because— Oh, Yes. Right there,” I breathe already feeling the building climax coil in my belly. “Because you’re so good at it.”

Asher’s magic tongue is well on its way to bringing me some much-needed relief when Leo joins us. He doesn’t wait for an invitation. His clothes are off, and his mouth is on my nipples before I even register that he’s joined the fray. The added stimulation is enough to push me over the edge, and I’m screaming out my release.

The orgasm is enough to take the edge off, but one of the perks of having two guys is that I know that this is just the start. Leo lays back on the bed, and Asher helps me position myself. I straddle Leo, riding his cock until we’re both panting. Asher is behind me, cupping my breast, kissing my neck.

“Have I told you how much I love your new tits,” he says, biting the fleshy part of my shoulder.

“Just every time we’re naked,” I say, leaning my head back on his shoulder to give him more access. His cock pressing down the crevice of my ass and I push back. I miss the feel of both of them inside me, but we had to make some adjustments for my growing size.

Leo shifts my hips, helping me move. “You’re so tight and hot. I’m not going to last long.”

“Don’t hold back,” I say, panting, and grind down a little harder.

Just as I’m reaching the edge of another orgasm, Asher takes his cock in hand and presses it against the tight ring of muscle. “I can’t wait to have your ass again,” he growls into my ear, rubbing the sensitive spot. At his words, I explode, coming hard. I don’t even have time to catch my breath before Asher lifts me up and buries himself deep inside me. He pumps fast and hard, dragging out my pleasure. It doesn’t take him much longer until he shouts out his own release.

We all collapse in a satisfied heap, the sound of our labored breathing filling the room. Leo reaches over and rubs my belly while Asher curls a lock of hair around his finger. This might not be where I thought I’d end up, but I couldn’t be happier. I’m surrounded by love, and I can’t ask for anything more.