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Vince shrugged, like he couldn’t care less. “Everything.”

Chapter 56

Bellamy

Gideon snored quietly, the sheets kicked low around his waist, leaving little to the imagination. Part of me had known he wouldn’t want to sleep with me, at least not right away, but his rejection after dinner had still stung. He’d kissed me softly against the corner of my mouth, stroking my hair away from my face, then he’d stripped down to his underwear and climbed into bed. I’d stripped down to my own boxers and settled in beside him, restless, until the soft huff of his breathing turned into a rhythmic metronome.

I had two choices. I could crawl out of bed and take what Fletcher wanted or I could stay in bed and take whatIwanted.

Or at least a piece of what I wanted.

I wanted Gideon North. I wanted Fletcher Sinclair. I wanted Luca and Daren, and I wanted all four of them at the same time, a tangle of sweaty, rough hands and clashing teeth. I was desperate for a reprieve where they could all just settle into the thingstheywanted. The thingsInow wanted, even though I felt like an interloper in the intricate pieces of their relationships.

It was a weird and unexpected thing to have developed feelings for all of them, knowing that together they made a whole I’d never really be able to make sense of. Daren with hisearnest devotion, Luca with his unbridled pursuit of pleasure, Gideon with his stubborn resistance, and Fletcher with his well-deserved concessions.

Then there was me, and what did I offer any of them?

As if in answer, Gideon murmured something in his sleep and reached across the bed, strapping his arm over my waist and pulling my body against his. I knew it was an accident, or at least unintentional, but the warmth of his embrace was so welcome after the isolation of the last three days.

How had he made it so many years on his own?

Gideon made a pained noise and buried his face into the back of my neck, hips thrusting his quickly thickening cock into the cleft of my ass. I moaned, arching against him and angling my head to give him more access to my neck.

“Sin,” he rasped, voice hoarse and thick with sleep. His dick pulsed, nestled against me.

“No,” I said, using my shoulders to shift in his arms so I faced his chest. He was so much bigger than me there was no way to be face to face. I kissed his sternum and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders.

“Bell,” he corrected himself quietly, rolling me onto my back.

His weight was massive, all-consuming, and he rutted against me, thrusting his cock over the sharp angle of my hip bone until his pace stuttered.

“Come inside me,” I whispered, pleading for his touch, for contact.

I spread my legs to make room for him between my thighs, the shift repositioning his cock closer to the hottest part of my body. Gideon groaned and went still, coming awake for the first time since he’d slipped me into his arms.

“You’re not him,” he said, burying his face into the pillow.

“No,” I agreed.

“You remind me…” Gideon trailed off, kissing the side of my neck, my earlobe, my temple.

“Tell me.”

“Of him,” he said softly.

I hooked my ankles around the backs of his thighs and his whole body trembled as I opened myself for him.

“I’m not him,” I reminded, tracing my fingers over the taut muscles in Gideon’s shoulders, his back, his arms.

“Bell, I…” he trailed off.

“It’s okay,” I said, knowing what words were going to come next.

“What did you think I was about to say?” he asked.

I smiled and closed my eyes, even though he couldn’t see me. His lips were still warm against my skin, his body heavy and hard on top of me.

“Any number of things, Gideon. That you can’t be with me, that you love Fletcher?—”