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“Maddox. Fuck. Holy…” She isn’t able to finish a complete sentence, only settling on single words and sounds as I grunt and groan at the feeling of her inner walls clenching and fluttering around me.

It’s been too long, I’m already so fucking close to blowing my load. I want this to last, but I’m not sure how long I can hold out with the way her cunt is strangling my dick.

“I’m going to come. I’m going to fill your pussy so full it’ll be rolling down your thighs for days,” I grit out through clenched teeth, and it’s not a fucking lie. For four years, I’ve been saving my cum for this moment, for this woman, for my wife.

I might not have known for sure she was out there, but I don’t think my heart ever gave up hope of having her right here, with me, wrapped around me and wrapped in my arms again.

“Maddox,” she says, chanting it over and over as her tits bounce with every pump of my hips.

Far too soon, my sac tightens, tingling starts in my spine, then my cock is jerking as jet after jet paints her inner walls.

I don’t release her immediately, instead resting my forehead against her collarbone as I struggle to catch my breath. Water cascades over us and the steam billows into the room, coating the glass doors until it’s nearly impossible to see through them.

“Holy shit,” I breathe out. “I love you so fucking much. I hope you know that. I never stopped, E.”

Finally pulling back to look into her face, I let my gaze bounce between her eyes, soaking in every single line of her face, memorizing any changes like the new freckles dusting her cheeks, the silvery scars near her hairline, even the way her gray eyes are bluer. Meaning, even though I blew my load way too soon, my girl got off, too.

She presses her lips to mine, kissing me in these sexy little nips before saying, “I never stopped loving you, either,” against my mouth.

Chapter 17

Everest

ACalifornia king is a big bed. Huge. The length is perfect for giants like Brix.

But it doesn’t feel so big with three huge men surrounding me on both sides.

I giggled and writhed as they wrestled each other, trying to be the one to touch me. Only two could be pressed against me with the one in the back able to fully spoon me.

Poor Kato got pushed to the outer edges, but that didn’t stop him from reaching over Maddox’s head to tangle his fingers in my hair while he slept.

The problem now is my bladder is screaming for relief and there are arms and legs tangled in mine, weighing me down. There is literally no way for me to extricate myself without waking one or all of them and we were up late last night…nottalking.

Which, of course, we definitely need to do. There’s a lot of explaining, a lot of groveling – on their parts, not mine – and plans to make.

For instance, Kato’s original plan of a huge public display, of announcing our engagement and a big Greek wedding might not be the best plan. In fact, it very well could turn into a bloodbath if we’re not careful.

We. Holy shit. This is only the third day I’ve had my guys back, and I’m already comfortable thinking of myself as part of the family again.

On one hand, it feels as though barely a single minute has passed between us but on the other, I realize we have all changed in so many ways.

Kato and Brix are far more serious than they were when we were kids and Madd has this edge to him, like he’s constantly walking a tight wire and the slightest breeze can send him spiraling into violence.

Is it bad that I’m a little turned on over the thought that Maddox first attacked Brix when he thought the giant had hurt me, then was prepared to race to my family’s estate to commit murder on my behalf?

I’ve never been one to be turned on by violence, but something about my guys has always kept my body primed, made me warm and ready at the drop of a dime.

Okay, yeah. I’m still a little pissed about how they treated me at first, and I can foresee a buttload of required groveling before I’m willing to completely lower my guard.

But like I did when we were kids, I feel as though we can take on the world as long as we’re together.

Groans and grumbles of protest erupt as I wiggle and maneuver my way from between Brix and Maddox, then crawl to the end of the bed.

“Any chance I can convince you to stay just like that for about ten minutes?” Madd asks, his voice rough and sleepy.

“Not unless you’re suddenly into golden showers,” I tease as I finally make my way off the end and hurry to the bathroom.

“Shit. I’m willing to try just about anything with you,” Madd’s voice follows me into the bathroom.