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“Yes I did. You need to hold off. Make our girl detonate. She comes first. Always.”

“Fucking hell, Kyl. That was never up for debate. No more spontaneous ball grabs, understood?”

“Yes.”

Their banter would probably have me rolling with laughter if I wasn’t so focused on the stretch and the pull and the hot and fiery sensation flooding me as Nicky fucks my pussy and Kylian fingers my ass.

I rise up slightly, then lower again, and we all groan in unison.

“You love this, don’t you, baby?” Kylian murmurs in my ear. “You love rubbing your clit on Nicky’s piercing while you’re full of his cock. And you love my fingers plugging your ass.”

“Fuck. Yes,” I pant, unable to control my breathing. I’m desperate to move, desperate to chase what’s promising to be an utterly satisfying orgasm.

“You’re so perfect, baby. Letting us fill you up. Showing us how well you can take it.”

I grind harder on Nicky’s piercing, the edges of orgasm within reach.

Kylian moves my hair to one side. “As good as this feels, imagine what it will be like when Kendrick’s fucking your ass while I’m buried deep in your cunt for the first time.”

I was already on the precipice. The sensations are all too much. Adding his dirty words and carnal promises is all it takes to send me spiraling.

“That’s it,” Nicky grunts. “Right fucking there.”

His cock pulsates inside me as his orgasm takes hold.

“That’s our girl,” Kylian praises. “Ride his cock and fuck my fingers, baby. Show us how pretty you look when you come for two of your boyfriends.”

We come, the two of us, under Kylian’s direction and praise.

Our joint release is so much more than pleasure: it’s a promise and a vow, a manifestation for our future.

I want it to always be like this.

Together. Figuring it out. Making it work.

We come together, and my body trembles with a vulnerable sense of need I’ve never felt before. I’ve always been fiercely independent, and I’ve never needed anyone like I need my boys, but as the final spasms of my orgasm roll through me, I admit the truth to myself: I never want to be apart from them again.

Chapter 51

Josephine

Kylianwasn’tkiddingaboutthe size of the bed in the Den. The three of us fit easily. In fact, it’s so large that I wake sometime in the night, shivering, because neither of my boys are cuddled close.

Kylian’s flat on his back, off to one side, well and truly asleep. Nicky’s got an arm draped loosely around my hips, but he’s not holding me close enough to share his body heat. I’m tempted to snuggle up against him, but even though he swears he’s past his flare, I won’t risk causing him pain.

Quietly, I peel myself out of bed. As I do, my shivers intensify.

I packed for the evacuation quickly and carelessly. Without much thought, I threw a few changes of clothes and my regular toiletries into a bag. Even if I’d had more time, I wouldn’t have many options. My wardrobe consists mainly of clothing ideal for the typical temps of North Carolina, not for sleeping through cold nights in a basement in a cabin built into a snowcapped mountain. I’d have to put on everything I own to be warm enough down here.

There are a few items of clothing on the floor, but the selection isn’t much better than what I arrived with. Locke runs hot, so he came down wearing nothing but sweatpants, and Kylian redressed before falling asleep.

I snag Nicky’s oversized black joggers off the floor and step into them. I have to roll the waistband three times to make them stay up. Then I find and slip on the tank top I was wearing earlier.

Accepting that this is the best I can come up with in the dark, I venture upstairs in search of more layers. Or even an extra blanket.

The house is quiet, the sound of my bare feet against the hardwood steps echoing off the exposed timber of the cabin.

It’s a beautiful place. Cozier than the mansion and not nearly as sleek or showy. It feels more like a home.