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I feel him filling me, his hot seed shooting upward. Beck bites my shoulder, and I cry out in the most wonderful kind of ecstasy as he, too, comes. I’m loaded and sated, looking up as Leo unleashes down my throat.

I swallow every drop as we adore one another.

This is the kind of intimacy I’ve only ever read in books. And as I come down from the shimmering clouds and welcome their hungry kisses, I realize I’m in far deeper than I ever thought I’d let myself get.

11

BECK

Morning finds us gathered in the kitchen, coffee brewing, filling the space with its rich, inviting aroma. Olivia is wrapped in a pink satin robe, her hair a honey-blonde mess as she comes in, barely awake.

“Hey,” she mumbles. “I think the smell of coffee woke me up.”

“You have the day off, don’t you?” Dax asks, then proceeds to pour her a cup while I add milk to mine and get settled at the table.

She gives each of us a long, lazy kiss before taking a chair by the window, wistfully gazing outside. “Yes. I welcome the respite.”

“You could sleep some more,” I suggest.

“No. I don’t want to miss a single moment of being with you,” Olivia says, then gives Dax a thankful nod for the coffee.

Leo pops in a moment later. “Morning, beautiful. I just dropped Luke at a friend’s house for the day.”

“You’re such a good dad,” she tells him, and he smiles.

“He’s a great kid. He makes it easy. You okay today?”

She nods and smiles softly. “I’m just so glad you are all here and whole. Yesterday was torture.”

“We’ve survived worse than what happened at that warehouse. Fire is simple, even when it’s set by man,” Dax explains, caressing her shoulder. “It consumes until you put it out. It follows the same pattern in every space. It’s actually predictable, most of the time. We know when to go in and when to pull back.”

“But you still got hurt,” she says.

“It’s minor.”

“I promise you, Olivia, we will always come back to you,” Leo tells her.

I lean in and kiss that delicate spot on her neck, just between the earlobe and the line of her hair. “And I will do my damnedest to make sure we all come back to you in one piece.”

“I believe you,” she sighs, then rests her head on my shoulder for a moment. “And I trust you.”

“You’d better.” I pause and give her a curious look. “You were coming out to look for us last night, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” she says after a long pause. “I was worried out of my mind.”

“You care,” I chuckle softly.

She gives me an intense look. It’s as if her blue eyes cut straight into my soul, demanding the kind of vulnerability we swore we’d never give to another woman again.

“Yes. Is that so wrong?”

“No, not at all,” I reply and kiss her again.

“Caring also means sharing,” Leo quips.

Well, at least I’m not the only one thinking it.

“What do you mean?” she asks.