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I bite my lip hard as pleasure squeezes and shudders inside me, now fighting hard not to come.

My mind fogs, zeroing in on the feel of his cock, the furious, helpless pleasure on his face, and I begin to lose my rhythm, just rubbing and grinding against him.

I loop my other hand under the rope across his chest to help me hold on as I use him, as I ride him. As I claim him.

Frissons of pleasure are shooting down my spine, over every inch of my skin, and Jayk is breathing hard through his nose, his jaw locked tight as his eyes blaze down at me, working to hold himself back.

My warrior, at my mercy.

“Please, Jayk.” My walls are quivering, clutching at him. My breasts ache and my clit is too sensitive grinding against his pubic bone. Pleasure and pain have me in thrall, and I teeter on the edge of something breathless and cataclysmic. “Please give it to me. Let me take it.”

The blaze in his eyes flares hotter, his breath punching out.

My rhythm stutters, and I lean in and kiss him hard, rubbing over him feverishly. His stubble is rough, and it bites into my soft skin, and I sob into his mouth. Someone slips off the bed, but I’m lost in his lips and stubble and the fuck of his cock that’s going to wreck me first.

Then Jayk’s head hits the post, and he shivers.

My face is pressed into his neck as I rock desperately, and I feel his muscles cord.. . but he stops straining against the ropes to look down at me.

“Take it then. Take me.”

It’s enough—it’s everything —and I bite down hard as I grind over his dick. We’re stuck so tightly together that I can feel the thunder of his heart and every hot, pulsing jerk of his cock.

Then suddenly his arms are free. His waist. The ropes are falling down his chest, and he’s slamming me onto my back, grinding his pelvis against my clit, and I shatter. On an ear-splitting scream, I curl into him as shocks throb through me in perfect, agonizing waves.

They go on and on until I realize Jayk’s mouth is pressing against me, over every mark and bruise and red-raw swell. Softly, tenderly, checking my wounds as I twist and shiver my way through an orgasm that feels endless.

It takes a long, long time before the room starts to take shape again.

My fingers stroke through his short, springy hair as I pant, my emotions crashing everywhere, and tears flood my eyes before I can stop them.

I’m not sure why, because right now my chest is aching with simple, flawless happiness.

The mattress dips, and I look up to see Jasper settling in beside me, his expression soft. Lucky’s behind him, and he gives me a warm, tired smile as he hands Jasper the arnica cream, which Jayk snatches from him without asking, and I huff a laugh as the tears spill over.

Together, with a few jostles and eye rolls, they wipe the tears from my cheeks.

They rub the cream into my muscles, kiss me softly, and clean me up as they bicker about who is in whose personal space.

When I can walk, I slip into the bathroom, and when I come out loose and relaxed after a hot shower, I brace for more teasing . .. only to find all three in the bed.

And Jaykob and Lucky are sound asleep.

Jasper looks up from the center of the bed as I close the bathroom door, and he looks me over. Seemingly satisfied, he glances down at Lucky, curled around him—then at Jaykob, teetering on the opposite edge of the mattress.

“There was some discussion about whether or not we’d be thrown from the window, but after a counter offer of a hook in his ass, Jaykob opted for sleep,” Jasper advises with a dry curl to his mouth.

Suppressing a smile, I walk over to the window to draw the curtains shut. Two figures are sitting at the center of the bridge—too far for me to make out more than the fact that they’re locked very tightly together under the moonlight.

Softly, my smile escapes.

It looks like tonight is a night for crossing bridges.

Heart-warm, I leave them to it and climb into my bed.

But as I settle between Jasper and Jayk, I realize Jasper is holding himself tense, and I look up at him questioningly. Those dark eyes ease, quiet and watchful.

“Is this okay, Eden? Are you okay?”

I smile back at him, just as softly.

Hesitantly, I reach out and twine our fingers together. He lets me—just like he lets me tug him down until he faces me. Like he lets me wrap his arm over my waist as I snuggle close.

“I’m happy, Jasper. I’m so...” My breath catches when his throat bobs, and I have to bite my lip before I can whisper, “I’m so happy. Thank you.”

I reach up, brushing my fingertips over his lovely, silken jaw. “You were right, you know. All those months ago. Our pieces fit.” My throat is hot, but I swallow. “This is a family.”

“Your family.” His eyes run over my face. “Yours, Eden.”

I press my lips together, smiling, caught on the tide of that feeling .

We’re so close to it—to having all of it.

“Beaumont and Dominic, too,” he murmurs. “It will be all of us. It was always supposed to be.”

I shake my head, laughing softly as he reads my mind again. Then I nod.

“All of us.”

Jasper nods too.

Then he rolls onto his back, clearing his throat, and delicate color rises in his cheeks.

“And . . . about earlier, I can assure you, that . . .”

The next peal of laughter that escapes me is loud enough to make Jaykob scowl and roll over with a sleepy huff. I press the back of my hand to my mouth to stop the giggles, realizing that Jasper’s ears are now glowing hotly.

Twisting, I lean over Jasper’s chest. Lucky starts to snore, but I ignore it to kiss Jasper’s mortified lips. His jaw. Up to his ear.

“I loved it,” I breathe. “Every second.”

Jasper’s eyes crack open, and he looks at me wryly.

But I keep my expression warm.

Because I mean it.

I loved everything about how he touched me. I loved the hurt and the tenderness. I loved his mouth and the teasing and the unbearable squeeze of his cock inside of me. But I especially loved that I drove him to that.

I made Jasper— Jasper —lose control.

A thrilled, wondering sense of awe threads through me at the thought. How good must I have felt to him? In that one moment, every single fear and insecurity I ever had about not being able to satisfy him was banished, because I made him lose control .

Not with whips or blood or anything more than I can handle.

Just by being me .

Something of the dizzy, proud happiness I’m feeling must show, because his expression softens and he kisses me gently.

“How lucky we are to have you.”

My chest fills, and he tucks me in, wrapping me in his arms for sleep.

And as I drift off, snug in a bed, safe with three men I adore, all I can think is, I’m the lucky one.