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She did, moaning as her body convulsed and we came inside her, Poe in her mouth, me in her pussy. All that was left was her ass, where Bram should have been.

But that was Bram’s problem, and I was more than fucking happy to meet every demand of her body myself.

Finally, I collapsed over her back, kissing her neck and shoulders as she fell against Poe’s chest, her back rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.

Poe bent to kiss her head. “Pull your dick out of our girl so we can cuddle.”

I did because I liked a good cuddle as much as the next guy.

Poe pulled her onto the sofa and I got rid of the condom before joining them. We were still there, naked and sleepy, the TV on mute, when Bram trudged up the stairs twenty minutes later.

I heard him pause over the sofa and opened one eye to look at him.

He was staring down at us, his expression unreadable.

“Sucks to be you,” I said.

He walked off without a word and Maeve shoved me.

“Ow,” I said. “Too soon?”

42

MAEVE

I was puttingthe finishing touches on a pot roast a few days later when Rafe stepped into the loft with Lilah. Christmas was only ten days away, and I was trying to keep myself out of the hole of despair that beckoned whenever I thought about another Christmas without June.

I waved from the kitchen and Lilah came over to say hi while the guys made small talk.

“Well, that looks amazing,” she said, taking in the roast surrounded by fingerling potatoes, chunks of onion, and sprigs of rosemary and thyme.

I’d forgotten how pretty she was, with golden hair, bright green eyes, and a round face that made her look like an angel.

I smiled. “Enjoy the view while you can. These three will demolish it in under thirty minutes.”

“I wish I knew how to cook,” she said, tugging at the sleeves of her black hoodie. “Then again, maybe I don’t. Rafe, Nolan, and Jude eat like an army. I’d never leave the kitchen.”

“Who cooks at your place?” I picked up the enamel pot and walked it over to the oven.

“Mostly Jude and Nolan,” she said, “although Rafe does make killer tacos.”

“Lucky you.”

She smiled. “Yeah.”

“How long have you been together?” I was testing the waters, being nosy without asking the question I really wanted to ask, which was,Are you fucking all three of them?

It didn’t come from a place of judgement. Just a few days ago I’d gone down on Poe while Remy absolutely railed me from behind, and none of us had moved a muscle when Bram had walked in on the postcoital scene, all three of us ass-naked and intertwined on the sofa.

I was just curious. I’d heard about polyamorous relationships. Was that what this… whatever this thing was between Poe and Remy and me?

“Officially? About six months,” she said. “But we were on our way to it for a while.”

I lowered my voice as I wiped down the counter. “Do you mind if I ask…”

I trailed off, not wanting to offend her.

“How it works?” she asked.