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Jax and I exchange a glance, silently asking permission and receiving it in the soft smile Olivia offers us. Jax moves next, coming up close behind Marcus.

I catch Olivia’s reaction as she takes him in: his strong thighs, the subtle V of his hips.

Marcus maintains his strokes, each gentle thrust earning a sigh or a whimper from Olivia’s lips. She’s already so responsive, and I feel my own hardness ache at the sight. I’m still kneeling beside her, my hand in hers, when Jax leans in, placing soft kisses along her collarbone and whispering her name.

He angles himself carefully, waiting until Marcus withdraws slightly before pressing forward from another angle—coordinating with subtle glances and the shift of Olivia’s hips. He doesn’t enter her at the exact same time Marcus does; instead, they find a rhythm, taking turns, alternating between shallow and deep strokes, careful and slow. Olivia gasps, overwhelmed but clearly enjoying it, her knuckles turning white as she grips my hand more tightly.

Her head rolls to the side, eyes locking onto me. I can see the plea there—she wants me closer. I shift my position, moving so that I’m near her head and shoulders. I lean down, offering a kiss, and she takes it greedily, moaning into my mouth as Jax and Marcus find a perfect sync, filling her up with their cocks.

I’m painfully hard, my own erection straining. I nearly groan aloud when her hand drifts down to brush against me. She’s shaking with pleasure, yet she still finds it in herself to reach for me. I let her fingers trail along my shaft—firm, pulsing with need—offering a gentle grind of my hips into her hand. The sensation makes me suck in a sharp breath, my forehead pressing to hers as I try to keep control.

“Olivia,” I whisper, voice thick with emotion as I press kisses to her cheek, her temple, anywhere my lips can reach. “Oh fuck yes, just like that.”

She answers with a moan, her hand still stroking me, her thumb teasing the sensitive underside of my length. The pleasure is dizzying, but I hold back, focusing on her responses. I want her to feel adored, treasured, worshipped.

As they continue to fuck her, her breathing becomes ragged, her entire body taut like a bowstring. Marcus murmurs something low and reassuring, Jax groans softly, and I whisper her name again like a benediction.

She cries out, her body going rigid, and I watch in awe as a powerful climax tears through her, her muscles clenching around them, her scream echoing in the hush of the room. Marcus and Jax guide her through it, slowing their movements,stroking her skin, pressing gentle kisses to any patch of flesh they can find. I cradle her head, letting her ride out every tremor, every aftershock, until she finally sags against the pillows, thoroughly spent.

CHAPTER 23

OLIVIA

“What am I even doing?”I mutter under my breath as I flip the eggs in the pan. They look less like eggs and more like a crime scene. I glance over my shoulder to see the guys sitting around the table in Ethan’s apartment, laughing about something I can’t hear over the sound of the sizzling pan.

I can’t stop thinking about last night—or, more accurately, about how thoroughly these three men ruined me in the best possible way. I woke up tangled in sheets that smelled of all of us, sore in places I didn’t know could be sore.

But now, standing at the stove, I’m acutely aware of how bad I am at this. I barely cook for myself, let alone three men who are built like trucks.

We’re all at Ethan’s apartment. Breakfast was supposed to be ordered online after Ethan made coffee for all of us. But I wanted to do this for them. Obviously, I regret it now.

Clawdia, the little traitor, is purring contentedly on Jax’s lap. He’s stroking her head like he’s some kind of cat whisperer. I don’t get it—she hisses at strangers like she’s auditioning for a villain role, but Jax? She’s basically in love with him.

“Breakfast is served,” I announce, setting plates down with a dramatic flourish.

Three pairs of eyes land on the food. Ethan blinks. Marcus tilts his head, examining the scrambled eggs like they’re a science experiment gone wrong. Jax, ever the optimist, picks up a fork.

He takes a bite and immediately chokes, grabbing for his water. “Jesus, Liv. What did you put in this? Salt? Or the entire salt shaker?”

Marcus tries a bite next and winces. “This is… unique.”

Ethan pokes at his toast with a suspicious expression. “Is it supposed to be this... black?”

“Excuse me,” I say, planting a hand on my hip. “I slaved over this meal for you ingrates.”

Jax snorts, rubbing Clawdia’s chin. “You should’ve just let me cook.”

“Well, you didn’t offer!” I shoot back, but I’m laughing now too.

Before anyone can take another stab at the disaster I’ve called breakfast, my phone buzzes on the counter. I glance at the screen. It’s my lawyer.

“Hang on,” I tell the guys, putting it on speaker. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Olivia,” he says, his voice all business. “We’ve received confirmation that the Green family has been notified about Adam’s parentage inquiry. I wanted to let you know that Charlie might try to contact you—or the others involved.”

The apartment goes silent. I glance at the guys. They’ve all stopped eating—or pretending to eat, in this case—and are staring at the phone. Marcus is the first to speak.

“Wait, they know?” His voice is sharp, cutting through the tension.

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