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“Relax,” Julian laughs and pulls me back down. “You’re good.”

“Fuck, I’m sore,” I groan. “Was I asleep?”

“Yeah. For hours. Cassidy made Oscar go to sleep instead of pacing and waiting for you to wake,” Calder says, kissing me.

“Guys…”

“Yes?” Ryan asks.

“I think I’m bi…”

“No shit,” Julian laughs. “I’m proud of you for opening up.”

“Me too,” I sigh.

Twenty Eight

Cassidy

Six Months Later

The last month hasbeen scarily quiet. Jasper and Carrie have hit dead end after dead end, but they did figure out that Jasper’s boss is cousins with twatface and was giving him a heads-up. He knew who he was all along and was protecting him. We have all agreed to call him Jason, because that’s who he is. Jason was a person he wanted to forget. He made himself into several other people to try and forget his roots, but I refuse to let him.

So, Jack Anderson was arrested, Jason is back in hiding, and we are all in one giant poly relationship. Eliza and I are so new to this, so we just do what feels right. The guys are having fun cornering and fucking each other. Seeing a six-man orgy is fucking glorious, honestly.

Eliza and I have been talking about a primal hunting CNC scene with the guys. We haven’t told them but, basically, we run, and they hunt. No limits and all force. We both have a CNC kink and are comfortable with going there. Eliza doesn’t think Julian can handle doing a scene like that with her just yet, so she wants him to just focus on me. I think Oscar might struggle with me, but we will leave that up to him.

Work has been great. I have most everything down. We go into the office for half a day three times a week; otherwise we are at home. Now that we are all together, we are all in the master bedroom, while the room I shared with Oscar, Gunner, and Collin is used for a second office. Our bed was specially made for us because fitting six men and two women in a bed comfortably is hard as fuck. We also had a second smaller bed made just for Jack and Jill to sleep on.

Jack is very attached to Eliza, but Jill is my buddy. She follows me everywhere and has essentially become my service dog. Eliza and I see the same psychiatrist, and she thought it was a wonderful idea for me to have Jill close by. I was diagnosed with severe complex post traumatic stress disorder, just like Eliza. She is aware that we work with Ryan, and he gives her notes on us to help with how she treats our sessions. I am glad that they talked me into this because it’s helpful to have a non-biasedparty to trauma dump with. After I opened up the first time, it was like floodgates released, and I told her everything.

I shut my laptop and lean back in my chair with a groan. “What’s wrong?” Calder asks, kissing my forehead.

“Nothing. Just sick of sitting in this chair,” I say.

“Then get up,” Julian says.

“I never thought of that. Thank you for this new information, Juli,” I say as I stand. “Oh my God! Look at that!”

“It’s a Christmas miracle!” Eliza giggles.

“It’s May,” I remind her with a smile.

“Christmas came early, didn’t you know?”

“Speaking of coming early, hey Julian,” I say, looking at Julian, who is glaring at me. “We done for the day?”

“You are such a fucking brat,” he grumbles at me. “Yes. We are done.”

“Cool,” I say with a grin. Eliza jumps up and shuts her laptop before leaving the room with me. When we get to the kitchen, the others turn and look at us.

“What?” Eliza asks innocently.

“You two are up to something,” Gunner says as he walks over to her.

“Us? Never,” she replies with an innocent smile.

“Bullshit. What is it?” Gunner asks, grabbing her throat and pulling her closer for a kiss.