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RILEY

Tearstains still streak my cheeks, but my heart is fuller than I ever thought possible. Overwhelmed with gratitude and love, I grip the back of Hayes’ neck fiercely and press my lips to his, pouring everything I feel into the kiss.

His response is instant, his hand firm against the small of my back, pulling me tightly against his solid frame. The rustle of fabric fills the room as I yank my sweater over my head, breaking the kiss just long enough to free myself. Jacob’s nimble fingers unclasp my bra while Shawn tugs at my leggings, his urgency matching the fire already building inside me.

In the whirlwind of movement, the Draytons reveal themselves, shucking off sweaters and pants, their bodies all hard planes and athletic grace. Their blue eyes darken with intent as they take me in, but it’s not just lust. I see something deeper, something sweeter, in the way they look at me, and their hands skim over my skin, their lips brushing against my shoulders like worship.

The burning tears return, but this time, it’s not from pain. I thought I’d lost them, and it had torn me apart. Now, surrounded by their acceptance, warmth, and love, the fracture in my heart begins to mend.

“Riley,” Hayes whispers against my throat, his voice husky as I grip his dick, stroking him until his powerful frame trembles. With my other hand, I find Shawn, and his sharp inhale sends a rush of heat through me. His cock twitches against my palm, his abs contracting with every touch, and I revel in how easily I can unravel them both.

For so many years, I resented these men for their childish unkindness and unwillingness to accept me as a part of their lives. Leaving them behind had left an empty ache that I’d turned into a hard stone, and I’d used the resentment and bitterness like a weapon to hurt them. I’m not proud of myself and am unendingly grateful that they’ve understood the reason behind my faulty logic. None of us are perfect, but I want to be better for them.

Jacob moves behind me, his thick erection gliding between the cheeks of my ass before teasing over my pussy. His big hand cups it tight against my sensitized flesh, and when the tip of his cock brushes my clit, I gasp, the shock of pleasure stealing my breath.

“Do that again,” Shawn murmurs, his grin audible in his voice. “She loves it.”

Jacob obliges, more willing to take instruction here than he ever is on the ice. His arm wraps around my waist, pressing my back flush against the solid wall of his chest. I glance down and find his tattooed skin is inky and dark in contrast to mine. His lips graze my shoulder, hot and possessive, while Hayes lowers his head to take one of my nipples into his mouth. The sudden heat of his tongue sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, the sensation tying directly to the throbbing ache at my clit. My head falls back against Jacob’s shoulder as Hayes sucks harder, drawing a moan from deep within me.

Shawn’s lips find mine again, his characteristic grin softening into something tender. “Riley,” he murmurs, his voice a worshipful chant. “Riley, Riley, Riley.”

I let go of his cock to cradle his face, staring into his deep blue eyes, still unable to believe this beautiful man is mine. All of them are.

How did I get so lucky?

Behind me, the distinct rip of foil sends a shudder of anticipation up my spine, and Jacob eases back just long enough to roll on protection. When he returns, his heavy hand presses against the small of my back, guiding me to bend slightly, and I feel the blunt head of his cock at my entrance, and then, with a deliberate push, he begins to slide inside.

The stretch is intense, a perfect blend of pressure and pleasure, and I gasp as he fills me, inch by inch, his hands steadying me at my waist, strong against the softness of my curves.

“That’s it,” Jacob growls, his voice rough with restraint. He rocks his hips forward, slow and controlled, his movements setting every nerve in my body alight.

Hayes moves to my front, his lips brushing mine in a soft kiss before sliding lower, his mouth finding my other nipple. Shawn kneels beside me, his fingers stroking my thighs, then my clit, his voice murmuring my name like a mantra.

Surrounded by them, every touch, every kiss, every whispered word becomes part of a symphony, and they move together seamlessly, their strength and tenderness overwhelming me, making me feel cherished and adored in a way I never thought possible.

In this moment, there’s no doubt, fear, or hesitation—only love. Only us.

Jacob’s hands tighten on my waist, steady and sure as he thrusts deeper, his cock filling me hard like he’s claiming every part of me. Behind the raw intensity, there’s an almost hesitant care in how he moves, as if he’s afraid to let go completely.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly as he nuzzles between my shoulder blades, breath hot and lips soft.

His words send a wave of heat through me, and I press back against him, wanting to give him everything. Hayes’ mouth trails from my breast to the sensitive curve of my neck, his lips whispering kisses that make me shiver.

“Look at her,” Shawn says, his voice thick with awe. He strokes a thumb over my cheek, tilting my face toward him. “She’s fucking stunning.”

I meet his gaze, and the hunger in his eyes is matched by something deeper that makes my chest tighten. He leans in to kiss me again, slow and tender this time, as if savoring every second.

Jacob’s rhythm grows more insistent, his groans vibrating against my shoulder. Hayes cups my face, his warm hands grounding me as his lips follow the path of Shawn’s, kissing me with a reverence that makes my heart ache.

I’m so close, and Jacob’s thighs are trembling with a loss of control that feels on the verge of breaking us both in two. Shawn speeds his finger on my clit, and heat spills through me, bursting into white light behind my closed eyelids. My pussy spasms, clenching around Jacob’s cock, milking his orgasm from him as he shouts my name. Folding around me, panting hard, sweat-slicked, and gorgeous, he laughs, and the sound is so bright and pure that it takes me by surprise.

Surrounded by them, touched and cherished in ways that go beyond physical, I feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes. Not from sadness but from something far more overwhelming; a joy so profound it leaves me trembling.

“Riley,” Hayes whispers against my ear. “Are you okay?”

I nod, but the tears spill over anyway, streaking down my cheeks. “Yes,” I manage, my voice thick with emotion. “It’s just… I love you. I love you all so much.”

Jacob slows his movements, his hands gentle as they trace my sides. “We love you, too, Riley.”

“We love you,” Shawn echoes, kissing me.

“You’re ours,” Hayes confirms, his words undoing me completely. The tears flow freely now, and Shawn presses a kiss to my forehead while Hayes strokes my hair, murmuring soothing words that wrap around me like a warm shawl on a cold night.

When Jacob finally pulls me back against his chest, his arms wrapping around me tightly, I let out a shaky breath, feeling safe and complete in a way I never have before.

The love in their eyes and fingertips confirms the truth in their words. Jacob presses a soft kiss to my shoulder, his hands still steady on my waist as he holds me close, his breathing ragged against my ear. His chest rises and falls in time with mine, both of us lost in the aftershocks of the moment.

But as his grip loosens and he pulls back slightly, I feel Hayes shift beside me. His hands skim over my thighs, strong but gentle, guiding me as he moves into place. His eyes lock on mine, searching for permission, for trust. I nod, my lips parting as he kisses me, slow and deep, stealing what little breath I have left.

“Let me take care of you,” Hayes murmurs, his voice rough but tender.

Jacob moves to the side, his lips brushing my temple as he steps away, letting Hayes take over. Hayes grips my hips, his touch firm but steady as he lowers himself inside me. The stretch is different and fuller, and a gasp escapes my lips as he moves slowly, giving me time to adjust.

“God, Riley.” His forehead rests against mine as he starts to move. His pace is measured and deliberate, every thrust hitting a place that makes me arch into him, seeking more. His hands roam over my body like he’s trying to memorize every inch of me, his lips trailing kisses along my jaw and down to my throat.

Shawn watches from beside us, his eyes dark with heat, his cock achingly hard as he strokes himself. When Hayes’ thrusts grow deeper and more urgent, Shawn leans in, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that’s all hunger, fire, and impatience.

“You’re so beautiful,” Shawn whispers against my lips, his voice thick with need.

Hayes’ breath hitches, his rhythm faltering as he groans low in his throat. His grip tightens on my hips as I come with the intensity of a whip-crack, and with one final thrust, his body shudders against mine, his release pulling a moan from deep within him.

As Hayes leans back, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, Shawn moves in. He cups my face, his grin teasing but his eyes full of something deeper, something softer.

“My turn,” he murmurs, positioning himself between my legs.

Shawn slides inside me with one smooth stroke, the angle sending a bolt of pleasure straight through me. He’s less restrained than Hayes, his pace faster, his movements full of raw, unfiltered desire. He grins down at me as he thrusts, his hands braced on either side of my head, biceps flexing.

“You’re perfect,” he says, his voice low and rough. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”

And I feel it. For the first time, I truly feel like I’m exactly who I’m meant to be.

I arch into him, meeting his rhythm with a need that matches his own. Shawn’s hand slips between us, his thumb brushing over my clit in slow, teasing circles that make me cry out, my body tightening around him.

“That’s it,” he groans, his movements growing erratic as he chases his release. “Just like that, Riley.”

With one final thrust, Shawn stills, his jaw clenched, and his eyes squeezed shut as he comes, his body trembling against mine. He collapses beside me, his arms pulling me close as he presses a kiss to my temple, his breath warm against my skin.

For a moment, the three of them surround me—Hayes at my side, Jacob pressing gentle kisses to my shoulder, and Shawn still catching his breath as he holds me tightly. Their touches are soft now, their movements unhurried, and I feel completely enveloped by their warmth and love.

As the world outside fades away, and all the years we were apart shrink to nothingness, I close my eyes, letting myself sink into the safety of their arms. There’s no fear, no doubt, no secrets left between us, just this moment and the unshakable bond we’ve created from a place of grief and sadness when our hearts were broken, and those sharp pieces could only pierce.

As we lie tangled together, their warmth surrounding me, I let go of that girl and those years.

We can have this. We deserve this. Nothing can break us apart.