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“Fuck her mouth,” Kylian tells Locke, as Kendrick and Decker pick up their pace.

“Holy shit, Hot Girl,” Locke groans, petting my hair as my eyes water. “You look so fucking pretty stuffed full of cocks.”

It’s impossible to see with the way they fill me, but I beam at his praise. My heart lifts and my eyes prick with real tears.

Every movement sends pleasure through me. Every thrust inspires a fresh thrill of sensation. But it’s the rare moments when they all breach my holes and fill me at once that send me into a tailspin.

I clench and moan, unable to warn them as my orgasm builds higher and higher, but they know. They always know.

“Goddamn, you’re a sight to behold. Just like that, Mama. You make us all feel so good,” Kendrick grunts, his hands digging into my cheeks as he spreads my ass wider.

“You were made for us, Hot Girl.”

“You make me better,” Decker murmurs, gripping my hips and rutting up into me from below. “You make all of us better.”

Every admission works its way into my heart, pushes me closer to the edge, but it’s Kylian’s command that finally sends me spiraling.

“Come, Jo. Squeeze and spasm and gush all over our cocks. We’ve got you, baby. We’ve got you.”

The tension is so tight my muscles seize. I’m nothing but sparks, dancing nerves and quivering sensation. I liquefy between them as I cry out, my release rocking through me so completely and thoroughly it leaves no room for doubt.

And as my men come, one at a time, filling me up with their cum, claiming me and marking me as theirs forever, I can’t fight back the tears of joy.

I am here.

This is now.

And in this moment, there’s no place else I’d rather be.

Chapter 75

Josephine

Iwaketotheunmistakable pattering of rain on the windows.

Kendrick’s arms tighten around my waist, though based on his deep, even inhalations, he’s still asleep.

I blink open my eyes to find Kylian peering at me through his glasses, the light from his phone reflected in the lenses.

“Storm’s still about twenty minutes away,” he whispers. He caresses my cheek with his free hand but turns his attention back to his device. “Do you want to head upstairs now?”

I suck in a deep breath and close my eyes, considering. I take inventory of my physical state and my stress level and determine that I don’t sense one iota of panic. Nothing but satisfaction, safety, and love course through every cell of my sleepy, sated body.

I am here. This is now.

“No,” I whisper. “I want to go outside.”

We wake the others, quickly assuring them that nothing’s wrong. They’re slow to rise, but more alert once they notice just how eager I am to get out onto the deck.

The grumbles start as I head for the sliding door off the kitchen, because, on the other side, it’s pouring rain. I grin over my shoulder, silently assuring them that I’m okay, that I’m better than okay, in fact, and slip outside.

“What are we doing out here, Hot Girl?” Nicky hollers as the wind whips around us. It’s a cold wind, a sure sign that fall is giving way to winter. It’s a reminder that, just like the seasons, life is inevitably about to change again.

I cling to his massive frame, shivering when he wraps me up in a bear hug.

“We’re embracing the storm.” Pulling back, I take his hand and spin under his arm.

Kendrick catches my hips, pulling my back to his front.