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“So fuckin’ good, baby. I love Asher’s cock so fuckin’ much.”

I kiss him hard, biting. He groans. “Is Asher fucking you well, Sawyer?” I ask, reaching down to pull his ass cheeks apart for Ash.

“Yessss,” Sawyer hisses, and I don’t know if he’s answering my question or approving of my hands on his ass.

I feel the exact moment Asher is fully inside Sawyer. Sawyer’s dick jerks inside me and the final push from Asher sends him deeper into me. I rock my hips upwards, groaning.

And we fuck like that, pressed up against each other, Sawyer inside me and Ash inside him, and all of us grinding and moaning and cursing and begging for more, more, please more. And nothing else matters now. Only this. What else matters, if we don’t have this? This sudden and all-consuming need for each other. This impossible happiness that we can express only in this way.

And who is going to stop us?

Not my father.

Not the school district.

Not a small portion of the community who knows nothing about what we have.

Chapter 61

Reece

The carrots and beets are ready to be harvested. Today is a good day, I’ve been telling myself since I got up this morning. Today is a good day.

“The carrots are sweeter after they've been exposed to the frost,” Sawyer says, holding up a bunch he’s just pulled out of the ground. “These are the ones you planted.”

My face cracks with a smile. “I can’t believe they actually grew.”

“You did a great job. We’ll use these ones for tonight’s dinner.”

I walk over to him and circle his neck with my arms. His hair is still damp from his shower and his hands are stained with soil. I love how he smells like the earth and body wash. Asher is upstairs in the shower, using the same body wash. “Thank you.”

He grins sexily.

“What?”

“You didn’t ask me if I was sure.”

I frown and then, understanding, I say, “I think I did a good job too. Thank you for teaching me.”

“Are you happy, Reece?” he asks, serious now. “Here with us?”

I pull him closer, rub the tip of my nose along his. “I’ve never been happier.”

“Why haven’t you said anything about today?” It’s the sadness in his eyes that brings tears to mine.

“We’re already going through all this shit with Asher. I didn’t want—”

He pulls me into his arms, holding me so tightly against him I feel like my lungs are being crushed. “Abby’s birthday is, and will always be, one of the most important things we remember from now on, do you hear me, Reece?”

I nod against his chest, unable to contain my tears now and unable to speak for the lump in my throat. I tried so hard all morning and afternoon to keep it at the back of my mind.

“We won’t forget her, baby. Don’t ever feel like you’re too much. You’re not.”

I nod again. “She would’ve been a year old.”

“She would’ve been the best baby in the world. Like her daddy is the best person in the world.”

And that’s when everything comes out. Bursting through the walls, smashing them, and I can hardly stand up straight. Sawyer tightens his embrace, whispering words I can’t make out, but it doesn’t matter because he’s just loving me. The words don’t matter because I feel his love for me, surrounding me like a thick cloud.

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