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I don’t disagree with him, and I turn on the new shower while he brushes his teeth.

We both could use washing up.

Neither of us looks good.

We’re lucky this house was even for sale. Tammy’s neighborhood is popular and sought after in Isleton, so the timing was just right when I called up my realtor last minute.

We made a cash offer so enticing the sellers accepted immediately.

It was impossible to try to move our stuff into this house in less than a week—so we bought it as is, already furnished.

It even has a nesting room all ready to go, when—if—we can make this work with Devyn.

Ace trembles as he leans over the bathroom sink, spitting out the toothpaste. “I don’t know how long I can keep doing this,” he warns me. “I’m ready to go over therenow.”

I want to, too.

“You know what Ben told us,” I say. “It will make it worse. It will hurther.”

Ace closes his eyes and grimaces. “Yeah,” he whispers.

Experiencing Devyn’s, Ace’s, and Ben’s pain on top of my own is almost too much to bear.

I drag Ace to the shower, helping him in, and he leans his head into my neck. I wrap my arms around him, pressing his chest against mine.

“Hurts,” he groans as the hot water beats down his back.

“I know.”

This is what we do, though.

Every time one of us falls apart, the other one picks them up.

It’s never happened where both of us are falling apart at the same time, though.

I’m barely hanging on myself as I begin to wash him, shampooing his hair and massaging his scalp. He sighs in my hold, and I step back to look at him.

His eyes are bloodshot as he regards me. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, barely audible above the water beating down on us.

I cup his face, run my hand down his stubbled cheek, and kiss him softly. “We’ll get through this,” I murmur. “Wewill.”

Even if I don’t believe it myself.

“I love you, Con,” he says. His cock presses against my thigh, and mine hardens in response.

We’re both a mess.

Our kisses are sloppy and urgent, the mint of his toothpaste mixing with his lavender in a delicious way. We groan into each other’s mouths, and Ace presses my cock against his and grips us both with his fist, working us together.

He bites my lip, then licks the pain away with his piercing.

We’re a flurry of need and pain, and we give and take from each other.

Ace continues touching us, working our cocks together until he hisses. He comes quickly with a cry, spilling all over the both of us, and I follow shortly after.

But it doesn’t take away the ache from the mating bond.

Our Omega is still out there without us.