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Maya

Sprawled out on my bed, basking in the post-sex haze, every part of me humming with a delicious ache. Holt’s beside me, propped on one elbow, tracing lazy circles on my arm with his fingertips, each touch sparking tiny shivers that ripple through me. His lips brush the side of my jaw, his mahogany scent wrapping around me like a warm blanket, and I sigh, sinking deeper into the sheets, my vanilla mingling with his musk. I fucking love being able to smell him, reveling in this quiet moment after Holt trying to lovingly fuck my brains out.

The door swings open, and I tilt my head up, expecting someone from the hall, but it’s Dakota, a grumpy scowl on those perfect lips. His gaze locks on us and then that frown flips, his eyes raking over my naked body. He kicks the door shut and stalks toward the bed as I throw him a soft, sleepy greeting. “Hey, Kota,” The words dies in my throat as he crawls onto the bed, his hands finding my thighs, parting them with a gentle but firm push.

“Dakota!” I yelp, surprise spiking into heat as he stuffs his face between my legs, tongue lapping at my sensitive core. My fingers fly to his hair, anchoring myself as pleasure jolts through me. He wraps an arm around the back of one thigh, tossing it over his shoulder, opening me wider to him, and I’m lost, my head tipping back against the pillows as a moan escapes.

He devours me like a man starved, tasting me and Holt, our mingled release a claim he’s savoring

“Best dinner ever,” Dakota murmurs against me, his voice a low growl, vibrating through my core, and I try to form a coherent sentence, but it’s gone, drowned in the waves of sensation. Holt seizes the moment, leaning over to kiss me, swallowing my gasps. My body arches, consumed by their lips and hands, Dakota’s purrs jolting through me, little rumbles that spark straight to my soul.

I come again, my thighs trembling around Dakota’s head as he licks me through it, his purrs louder now, a satisfied hum that makes me shudder. “Babe,” I gasp, my voice wrecked, “fuck, I need a minute. Holt already fucked me twice. Kota!” He freezes, pulling back instantly, his eyes wide with worry, like he’s afraid he’s hurt me, and my heart melts, because—god, he’s so careful, even now.

He slides up my body, smothering me with kisses, his lips slotting against mine as I taste myself, a heady mix that pulls a moan from me. He collapses to my other side, his purrs starting again, pleasure still rumbling through me from their attention. Holt’s arm drapes across my waist, Dakota’s hand resting on my hip as I curl into Holt’s chest, drinking in more of that scent I can’t get enough of.

“Should I be expecting two more to show up?” I tease, wiggling my ass against Dakota. He grumbles something unintelligible, fingers digging into my waist, his breath fanning against the back of my ear.

Holt chuckles, tugging me a little closer. “Bed’s not big enough but I’m not opposed to actual food. Right now, though, I just wanna hold you.”

“I want Chinese,” I say, grinning, because it’s simple, normal, and I need that after—fuck, after everything.

“Extra egg rolls,” Dakota mumbles against my shoulder before pressing kisses into my hair. We all share a laugh as he slots himself tighter against my pack, pressing me further into Holt’s chest. A few years ago, I would have been appalled at the idea of being held like this but right now? I think these men are going to be addicting to me too.

Because this? This feels like home.