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“Believe me, Wife, no dream could possibly capture what we’ve found together.”

My heartbeat picks up tempo, digesting his statement. Without another thought, I move. Water sloshes around the tub’s edges as I prowl toward him, straddling his lap. I need him again, right here in this bath. His obvious erection seems to agree with me. Sinking down on his length, I let my head fall back, releasing a long breathy moan.

There’s no way we’re leaving my bedroom tonight.

I’m not done being fucked by my husband.

ChapterTwenty-Six

Ana

Familiar footsteps tumble down the stairs, and I don’t need to open my eyes to know Armani and Colton have arrived. The two huge men make quite the ruckus when they aren’t trying to be stealthy, but the sound is almost comforting at this point.

I like them. I like how effortless it is to be friends with them, and I really like how genuine they are. I was worried when they first started to bond with me that their presence in my life was purely out of pity, but they’ve shown me how untrue that is every day since.

A small smile tugs at my lips, maybe their company will distract me from the ache between my legs and the cramping in my gut.

I’ve been lying down with my legs propped up on the back of the couch, my hair flowing off the edge of the seat while letting the sunrays warm my face through the window. In this position, I’m able to keep the bag of peas between my legs without holding it there, using the back cushions to prop it up.

Having been icing my vagina for an hour now, I thought my soreness would be lessening but I still feel wrecked. Cassio did a number on me, but I can’t be mad at it. Last night was phenomenal, even if he had to leave for work early this morning.

“Is there frozen produce on your lady bits right now?” Colton asks with his amused southern drawl.

“Did you just call my cuntlady bits?” I ask in return.

Armani laughs. “Did you just say cunt?”

My shoulders draw up in a shrug. “I’m English, it was either cunt or fanny.”

I hope they’re smiling, finding this interaction as humorous as I do. My eyes are still closed, but I can feel both of them watching me from only a few feet away.

“And does icing yourfannyhave anything to do with all the screaming you got up to last night?” Colton teases.

His words make my face flush with heat, and I can’t help the grin that forms on my lips.

“I haven’t the foggiest idea what you’re speaking of,” I reply in my finest prim accent, tipping my chin up. I allow my eyes to flutter open once I’ve angled them far enough from the sun and smile. “You look so weird upside down, like you’re standing on the ceiling but your hat isn’t falling off.”

Colton snorts at my comment and folds his arms. “Didn’t you know? It’s sewn into my hair.”

I giggle at his deadpan tone. “Efficient.”

“You’re happy this morning,” Armani comments, tilting his head. “Did Cassio sex your brains out?”

Sighing dreamily, I nod. “And apparently rearranged my internal organs while he was at it. I feel like there’s a knife in my cervix.”

“Ouch,” Colton says with a wince. “Did you take anything for the pain?”

I groan and shake my head. “Not yet, I was hoping it would pass quickly. I don’t think it should hurt this much, honestly. It didn’t last night.”

Immediately their faces both shift into concern and I don’t like it. It makes me uneasy, more so than I already am.

“What?”

“Ana, if it hurts more than you think it should, maybe itishurting more than it should,” Armani suggests gently. “I’m going to call Doc.”

He reaches for his phone before even waiting for my reply, and I grimace. “No, no, don’t bother him. I’m probably just being a baby about it.”

“Don’t play off pain because you think it will inconvenience someone,” Colton chastises. “If it hurts so much that it feels wrong, it could be something internal.”