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friends’ house.
    Ted looked like he was in anything but a kinky party mood.
    “What’s wrong?” Essie asked.
    “Just…very disheartened.” He sat on the end of the bed. “I know this isn’t going to end well. Once we get that house cleaned out, he’s going to start trying to fill it up again. His son filed a change of address with the post office so they hopefully won’t be delivering him any mail. That’s only a stop-gap measure for a minor part of the larger problem.”
    “What about medication?”
    “I’ve referred him to a psychiatrist who will do a full evaluation with the notes I’ve sent him. The man’s son is going to take him, so we know, at least, that he’ll go. Whether or not the man will even take any meds prescribed for him is a different matter entirely. He also still has his driver’s license and car, so he can go rounding stuff up to bring home.”
    Ted pulled her close, lifting her T-shirt and pressing his face against her belly. “How’s Bubba doing in there today?” he asked.
    “Oooh,” Mark said with a wince. “Don’t go there, bro.”
    “Like I told Mark earlier,” she said, tapping Ted on the head, “I am pulling rank. He is not going to be a Bubba. I don’t care what the rest of you say.”
    “Good luck convincing Dad of that,” Ted mumbled against her belly.
    “Exactly. Which is why you three are going to back me up and not call him Bubba. Before he’s born or after he’s born, period.”
    They hadn’t decided on a name yet. She had briefly thought about giving him “Edgar” as his middle name, in honor of her father, but the more she thought about that, the less she was inclined to do it. She’d loved her father, and with time and distance it was getting easier to let go of the anger she still harbored at him for his actions over the years, and her grief over his death without a chance to reconcile with him, but she wanted their son to have a fresh start in life.
    Not be saddled with a reminder of a painful time.
    She’d also nixed their—hopefully teasing—ideas of “Tarshua” and “Jarked,” blends of all three brothers’ first names.
    Ted looked up at her. The brothers all resembled each other. Ted, the oldest, had brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes. “If we name him William we can call him Dub, short for W.”
    “No.”
    Josh laughed. “You’re just dying to get on her bad side for when she’s in the delivery room, aren’t you?”
    “Not trying to,” Ted said, playfully smiling up at her. “I’m no masochist.” He hooked an arm around her, spinning her and pulling her down onto the bed on her back.
    Before she could resist, he’d dropped to his knees on the floor and had his face pressed between her legs, his tongue zeroing in on her clit.
    That was all she wrote. With her hormones a crazy mix, if one of them even looked at her sexily, it made her hotter than fuck, and the men loved it. She hadn’t reached the “big and cranky” phase yet, as Laura and Clarisse had both warned her about.
    She spread her legs wide, her feet resting on the bed, her hands fisted in Ted’s hair as he speared her pussy with his tongue.
    “Aaand, there she goes,” Josh joked, quickly stripping and joining her on the bed. He knelt over her head, his growing cock dangling over her mouth. She opened wide, moaning at the taste of him and the wonderful things Ted was doing to her clit and pussy.
    Mark got naked again and climbed onto the bed on the other side, grabbing Essie’s free hand and putting it on his inflating cock. She slowly stroked his shaft as she licked and sucked Josh’s cock. Her mind spun off into a delightful haze that wasn’t quite subspace, but almost.
    Close enough.
    Mark and Josh played with her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples while Ted drove her toward her first orgasm.
    “That’s it,” Josh gasped as she moaned around his cock. “Just like that, baby.” He plunged his other hand into her hair, fisting it as he rocked his