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I touch my thumb to the area beneath his eyes. “You okay?”

He nods. “Just . . . I was thinking about Abby today. And I was telling Sawyer about her and – and—”

I pull him into my arms.

“I’m okay now,” he whispers against my chest.

Still, I hold him to me. I should’ve been there when it happened. I should’ve been there for him when he needed someone to hold him and tell him he’d be okay even after Abby.

He pulls away after a long moment, gazing up at me. “I’m okay,” he says.

Leaning in, I rub my lips gently over his. He reaches up, takes my mouth with his, kissing me deeply. I shift so I’m closer to him, pulling him into my arms. Wrapped up in each other, we kiss tenderly. Oh, how much I love him. I want to give him everything, and everything, and more. I will. Now, I can.

Sawyer closes the refrigerator and comes to stand at my side. He slips his arms around my waist and places the side of his head on my shoulder, watching me kiss Reece.

Reece is the first to break the kiss, but only so he can move an inch closer to Sawyer. Their lips meet. He moves his lips between me and Sawyer, alternating kisses, and soon, it’s a three-way kiss. First, Sawyer’s mouth on mine. Then, my mouth on Reece’s and on and on it goes. We won’t eat dinner at this rate.

I pull back. “I’ll grab a shower. Why don’t I meet you upstairs?” I ask with a smile.

Reece’s mouth drops. “Upstairs?”

Sawyer groans. “Fuck, Ash. Get that shower immediately.” Then, he takes Reece by the hand and pulls him toward the stairs. They kiss on the way up, Sawyer engulfing Reece and burying him into his large frame. I follow behind watching them kiss their way to the bedroom.

While Sawyer and Reece kiss in the middle of the bedroom, I head for the shower, my cock hard and my balls heavy with need and lust.

I don’t know if you’re supposed to love people in this way. I didn’t know I could feel this way about two people, that I could want them so equally and so desperately.

Right now, I don’t care about the hows and the whys and the consequences and public opinions. Right now, I want Reece’s body pressed between me and Sawyer, I want to take his body and make it mine again and I want Sawyer, my husband, to touch him and know, too, what it’s like to know Reece like this.

Chapter 35

Reece

This is it.

This is fucking it. Somewhere in my head, I register the spray of the shower, but Sawyer is too distracting. I don’t have enough space in my head to consider Asher getting naked in the bathroom, so I bury myself inside our kiss and nothing matters anymore. Only the taste and the feel of Sawyer’s mouth on mine.

I don’t know if I can handle the heat but fuck if I’m going to get out of this furnace. Here, I’ll burn willingly. Turn myself into nothing but the ashes left behind by this uncontrollable fire.

Sawyer doesn’t touch any erogenous part of my body. He’s not undressing me. Or himself. “Are we waiting for Asher?” I ask.

“Yesss,” Sawyer says, the end of his answer drawn out as I bite into the pulsing beat at his neck, running my hands over his chest and stomach, feeling every ridge of muscle as they contract under my touch. “Fuck, baby. How dirty could Asher be?”

I laugh against his mouth. “He’s been in there less than sixty seconds.”

“Feels like a fucking eternity.”

We slow our kiss down, pausing to breathe but still, breathing is hard. I wrap my arms around his neck, lay my head on his chest, pressing my hand to his heartbeat. It’s so safe here. It’s too good. I’m afraid. I’m afraid to lose this. “I don’t get why you want me, Sawyer,” I whisper. “You and Asher are so perfect together. What if I ruin everything?”

He holds me close. “Any one of us can ruin this. But there’s no point in borrowing trouble from the future. Right now, everything is right. It’s the way it should be. It’s perfect. Just accept it for what it is.”

My hand moves across his chest. We stand like that for a while.

Yes. It’s perfect.

The anticipation of sex is palpable, and I can hardly stand it, but there’s also a softness embracing us. Like it’s not just about the sex. I feel a kind of intimacy I’ve never felt before. It’s in the way Sawyer is holding me right now, with gentle affection. Like if this is all we ever had, it would be enough. I feel it in the words he whispers against my ear: “You’re beautiful, Reece,” he says, and I can’t help but believe him. “You’re so special,” he says, and for the first time in my life, it feels like a truth I can accept. That I’m enough. That despite the unconventional nature of our developing relationship, I am special to them, and I’m filled with a profound gratitude, and a longing for them so deep I feel it like an ache in every part of me.

The spray of the shower stops. Sawyer shifts, kissing my temple. “Finally,” he whispers.

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