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The bottle feels heavy. I squeeze some onto my fingers, slick and cold, and ease my hand between her thighs. Shepard’s watching, his chest rising fast, but he doesn’t stop me.

Sadie gasps when I touch her. Her hips jerk, needy. Boone holds her, his arm braced across her stomach.

Shepard leans in, his voice a whisper. “Let me.”

I pull back, hand shaking as I pass the lube to him. He slicks his fingers, then eases them inside her. Her moan rips through me.

Boone’s eyes close for a second, his jaw tight. He looks like he’s barely hanging on.

Sadie writhes, caught between us, her hands clutching Boone’s arms. “Don’t stop,” she begs.

I can’t sit still anymore. I lean in, kissing her again, stealing her breath as Shepard works her with shallow thrusts of his fingers. Boone presses his mouth to her neck, teeth grazing her skin, his growl vibrating against her.

It’s messy. It’s unpracticed. But it’s real.

Her body arches, her cries filling the room, and when she shatters, it feels like all three of us fall with her.

We hold her through it—Boone bracing her, Shepard stroking her thighs, me kissing the tears from her cheeks. When it’s over, the room is silent except for our ragged breathing.

Sadie curls against Boone’s chest, eyes heavy, lips swollen. “Trial run,” she whispers, her voice wrecked.

Boone kisses her hair. “Trial run,” he agrees.

Shepard meets my eyes over her head. There’s no confusion there. Just the quiet acknowledgment of what we’ve just done.

I nod once. He nods back.

CHAPTER 33

Gabe

“Hey.”

My head jerks up, the voice cutting through the fog in my skull. Jake, Driftwood’s mayor, is leaning across his desk, brows raised like he’s been waiting for me to answer for longer than I realized.

Christ. My mind wandered again—straight back to last night, when we sat in Boone’s apartment, hands buried between Sadie’s thighs, taking turns working her open while she writhed and came on our fingers.

We didn’t go any further than that. Just our mouths on hers, our fingers inside her, the three of us holding her down as she shook apart.

But the memory hasn’t left me alone since. The second I got back to my apartment, I stripped and wrapped my fist around my cock like I was possessed.

Hours. That’s how long I sat there, jerking off to the sound of her moans echoing in my head, the taste of her still sharp on my tongue.

That’s not the kind of thing I should be replaying in my mind while sitting across from the damn mayor in a council meeting.

I clear my throat. “Sorry. Distracted.”

Jake studies me for a beat, then waves a hand. “Long night?”

“You could say that.”

He leans back in his chair, folding his hands over his stomach. “I was saying—I’ve been talking to the head of police. With the rate of tourism climbing, and Driftwood only having a basic station, I think it’s time we expand. I’m considering bringing in a sheriff to the town.”

That pulls me out of my head fast. “A sheriff?”

Jake nods. “Someone who can oversee, coordinate with the deputies, and give us more authority. I wanted your opinion first. You’ve been running the firehouse for years, you know the pulse of the place.”

I lean back, crossing my arms, thinking it through. “It makes sense. More people coming through means more crime. We’ve already seen the numbers tick up. Vandalism, theft, fights. It’s not what it used to be.”