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I line them up one more time, then take both tips into my mouth, sucking and moaning.

“Right there,” Mercer tells me.

“Just like that,” Noah praises.

An instant later, the first spurts of saltiness hit my tongue.

Fuck.

Yes.

I pull back just enough to peek up, and I nearly lose it. They’re both coming. Together.

Sheathing their crowns again, I suck them through their orgasms, lapping at every well-earned drop they give me and licking them both completely clean.

Chapter forty-two

Mercer

“Ican take her upstairs. Give you space if you need it.”

Noah’s offer makes my heart hammer double-time in my chest.

Don’t take her from me.

I can’t blame him for making the suggestion. Because while she’s been asleep for nearly an hour, resting peacefully on her side, curled against him, I have yet to lie down. Instead, I’ve oscillated between my desk and the edge of the bed in more rotations than I can count.

Head hung low, with my back turned to my best friend and the woman between us, I rest my elbows on my knees. “I don’t want to be separated from either of you.”

My heart’s been through the wringer this week. I need them by my side, yet I can’t allow myself to acknowledge it.

Noah sighs. “Will you at least turn around and talk to me?”

No.

I’m acting like a petulant child. My ability to regulate my emotions is so far gone I’m surprised I’m even able to sit down.

There’s still so much that needs to be said.

What we did tonight only served to satisfy the carnal, desperate animal in my chest. The part of me that needed to control and reclaim.

I’m embarrassed. I know better than to fuck out my feelings. It doesn’t solve anything. But in the moment, it was the best I could do.

The moment we were done and cleaned up, I reminded myself that I can’t default to skipping over the hard stuff in favor of feeling good.

We need to talk, Sawyer and me. Noah and me. The three of us together.

But for now, I’ll let her sleep.

Sighing, I turn and look my best friend in the eye.

My attention drifts quickly, though, to Sawyer’s peaceful, sated form bathed in the light from my computer monitor.

After allowing myself a moment to study her, I focus on Noah, noting the concern and love in his expression.

Yes, love.

I suspected. But after tonight, I know for certain.