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Her body shakes in response as I come, my vision blurring and my body shaking as my orgasm tears through me. I hear Zayden and Blake both moan and move as they follow their own orgasms.

Blake collapses on top of me, and Zayden falls onto his back, heavy breathing is all that can be heard in the room. After a few minutes, I press a kiss against her head and move to get up. Zayden stops me, though, shaking his head as he points to her. She’s fast asleep against my chest, and I lay back down, keeping her on top of me as he grabs his phone.

“Food?” he mouths.

I nod, looking down at her before looking back at him.

“I don’t know what she wants, just get everything,” I whisper softly.

He gives me a thumbs-up before stepping out of the room.

You’d think Zayden and I would need to talk about this,hash things out, draw some ground rules, or something. I don’t feel the need, though. He would rather die than ever hurt her, and I feel the same. He loves her more than he loves his next breath, and honestly, if it means keeping her happy forever, I don’t give a shit. He’s my brother. I love him almost as much as I love her, and I want him to be happy too. He deserves it. This thing might be as temporary as today or as permanent as forever. It’s all in Blake’s hands, she’s the driver, and Zayden and I are just the happily-accompanying passengers.

Chapter Thirty-Five

BLAKE

The smell of food rouses me from my sleep. I feel groggy and sore, so sore. My eyes blink open to find Dom looking down at me with a barely there smile.

“Did you sleep well?” he asks.

“Yeah, how long was I out for?” I ask.

“Just another hour. Zayden got food. Are you hungry?”

My belly roars in celebration that there is sustenance nearby, and we both chuckle at that before he nods. I stand up first, feeling a rushing of wetnessbetween my thighs.

Fucking Zayden.

I awkwardly penguin-wobble my way to the bathroom and clean myself up quickly before coming back out. Dom has his sweats back on but his shirt is off. His skin is free of tattoos, unlike Zayden. That’s an easy way to tell them apart. About the only way to tell them apart besides the eyes.

He walks toward me, holding a shirt up for me. I lift up my arms with a giggle, and he rolls his eyes at me before dressing me. The shirt falls down to my mid-thigh and smells just like him. I lift it to my nose, inhaling the clean masculine scent before he gives me a wink and intertwines my fingers with his.

I smile at him, walking out into the dining room, where there are seven different takeout foods sprawled across the table. Chinese, Mexican, Italian, Brazilian, sushi, and two types of American food are all opened and waiting for us. Zayden practically lights up when he sees me, making his way toward us. For some reason, I drop Dominic’s hand when he does, feeling guilty.

There is no way I can smile at one brother while holding the other’s hand, right? Zayden looks down at my hand before shaking his head.

“Don’t stop holding hands on my account, angel. You’ll hurt my brother’s feelings, and then he gets all moody and punches holes in walls.”

Dominic rolls his eyes at Zayden, and I look between the two of them quickly.

“I-I just want to be respectful. I’ve never done this before, and I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.”

“You won’t,” Zayden assures me, taking a step toward me and forcing me to move backward.

I bump into Dom’s chest, and his hands catch my hips easily. Zayden plasters himself against my front, and I look between the two, silently asking what I’m expected to do.

“Stop looking for direction, babygirl. What Zayden is aggressively trying to show you is that we don’t care. We want you to be happy. Do whatever makes you happy, and we’ll be happy. Just make sure you spend time with both of us, and everyone will be good,” Dom says with an encouraging nod.

My eyes come to Zayden, who is nodding with a smile before pressing his lips to mine. It’s a slow kiss at first, our lips moving against one another in perfect synchronization. Then a pair of warm lips touch my neck, moving up to the sensitive part of my ear all the way down to my collarbone.

We just had a threesome, and though that was hotter than I could have imagined, I’ve never felt so worshiped, so cherished, as I do in this moment.

I expect one of them to progress things, but they don’t, both just enjoying my skin against their own before they pull away at the same time, smiling down at me and leading me over to the table. Zayden pulls me down to sit on his lap, and when I try to get up, he only pulls me down again. I glance at him, and he just winks at me before wrapping an arm around my waist. Meanwhile, Dominic grabs two plates, putting a little bit of everything on both before he sets them in front of Zayden and me.

“Thank you,” I smile shyly, not sure how to act or reactright now.

He gives me a tender smile before bending down and pressing a kiss to my cheek.

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