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I don’t have to say a word for Brix to know exactly what’s going through my mind. “You did what you had to, to survive. And you’ll never have to worry about that kind of shit again. We’ll take care of you, sweetheart. We’ll keep you safe. I swear on everything I am.”

A tear rolls over my lashes and down my temple.

Brix settles between my thighs and kisses the tear away. “I’m so sorry I treated you like…I’m so fucking sorry. I will spend every second of the rest of my life making it up to you.”

It has only been two days, but I can admit seeing the hate and anger in the eyes of the men I love with everything I am nearly broke me. I was willing to go along with their demands while trying to find a way to escape again. To protectthem.

Once I lost our baby, I was content with losing my own life, as well. All that had ever and will ever matter to me is Brixton, Kato, and Maddox. Once I lost our child and had to walk away, it was a feat to make myself get out of bed every day, to do mundane things such as eat to stay alive.

But that’s the past.

I have Brix here. I have him now. I haven’t been able to make Kato shut up long enough to listen to me, to let me explain, to warn him. But at least I have my big teddy bear on my side.

I huff a teary laugh, making him pull back to frown down at me, the head of his cock nudging against my bare core.

“What’s so funny?”

“I can’t stop thinking of you as my sweet, gentle giant. My teddy bear. You’re a beast now, B.”

“Oh, I’m still your gentle giant.” He leans closer and whispers, “Just don’t tell anyone else.”

He slowly begins to kiss a path from my mouth, across my jaw, nipping and sucking on my throat, then down to where the plastic covers the tattoo.

“Fuck,” he mutters so softly I barely hear him.

He regrets it, regrets taking me to his friend.

I don’t. Sure, I wasn’t overly happy about being forced to do anything, not being given a choice in the matter. But since marriage is really nothing more than a piece of paper and a wedding ring can be lost or stolen, this massive design on my chest will be a permanent brand of ownership to my men.

Running my fingers through his hair, I tilt his face up to look at me. “Don’t stop,” I whisper, the words both a command and a plea.

I need him. I need the connection I’ve missed so badly it was hard to breathe at times.

Careful of the still raw skin, he spends time on my breasts, kneading one while sucking and licking the nipple of the other.

He lowers further, kissing a path down my stomach, the whiskers of his short, trimmed beard tickling my sensitive skin and causing the most delicious sensations.

“Open those thighs wide for me,” he orders, his voice gruff as he rolls from the side of the couch to make room to bury his face between my legs.

One of my feet stays planted on the couch cushion while he lifts the other and hooks my leg over his shoulder, ensuring I’m wide open for him.

The first long, flat tongued swipe through my folds tears a moan from my mouth. Fuck. I can’t remember the last time anyone licked my pussy, and all three of my men are so fucking talented in that area, always able to get me off with ease.

When his long fingers dig into the flesh of my thighs to hold me open and he begins to lick and suck my clit, I know today will be no different.

And holy shit, he’s definitely gotten even better.

I refuse to think about how exactly he learned these new skills. That’s in his past, just like all the dicks I’ve sucked are in mine.

The only dick I want right now is the one hanging thick and hard between Brix’s legs as he spears his tongue into my opening before lowering to tease my asshole, then back up to suck my clit some more.

The first tingles of release are right there on the verge, but I want to come all over Brix’s dick. It’s been way too long since I’ve had his weight crushing me, since I’ve felt that delicious stretch of his cock pumping into me.

“Please, Brix. Fuck me. I want to come on your dick.”

He speaks against my pussy. “You will. You’ll come on my dick, but I want you all over my tongue, lips, and face first. Stop holding back, baby. Give me that cum.”

His thick finger slides into me and bends at the right angle, rubbing along that perfect spot as he sucks my clit between his lips while flicking it with his tongue…