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In unison we pull out until just our tips stay inside her and drive back up and in. She cries out, head tossed back once more, hand finding her clit between her splayed thighs.

The sight of her fingers in her own pink flesh draws a groan from my lips and Taylor’s simultaneously as we go for another thrust and another, picking up speed as we get the hang of the motion. My thighs are going to be too sore to walk tomorrow but I pay the burn no mind as I race toward my finish, my partners neck and neck with me.

I don’t know who comes first as we all cry out. Hot liquid gushes out of me and around me as Taylor comes inside her as well. It’s suddenly so full and slippery she almost just falls off, but we hold her there, each of us with an arm around her now, pulling her body down until she’s swallowed us both whole, our cocks, our come. Just when I think nothing in life will ever top this, Gem comes, her body clenching down around us so tightly it’s almost painful, but mostly pleasurable, locking us inside her together as she rides out her orgasm with her deft fingers.

Her body stills, and she gasps for air, breaking free of our arms and falling backward onto the bed, leaving our cocks still standing together in the moonlight.

Taylor collapses beside her, and suddenly I’m alone.

I glance from my wet tip to his, to where Gem is leaking the evidence onto the sheets with her legs spread wide.

I suck in a breath, realizing once my lungs are full how completely oxygen starved I really am. I pant softly for a moment.

This is it for me.

It’s the first thought that forms as I watch them murmuring and intertwining limbs on the bed before me. I can hear them talking softly about what just happened, but I’m still too far gone to listen, to participate.

This is it for me.

This is all I ever want.

My mind is reeling with images of what it means for the future. Of homes and jobs and dinners and bedrooms and lives. The three of us all sharing one life.

“Marry me,” I say, my voice loud in the quiet room.

They roll so that they’re both looking up at me. I can see Gem smiling in the moonlight. “Who are you asking there, lover boy?” She steals Taylor's new nickname for me, and I like the sound of it on her lips.

I shake my head. “I don’t know.”

It’s the truth. When the words exploded out of me, I hadn’t given any thought to the fact that we can’t all three get married.

Suddenly, all the good feelings are stomped out by worry.

“Come here,” Taylor says, grabbing my hand and pulling me down with them.

As soon as our bodies are once again intertwined, I feel better.

“I’m sorry,” I say, to no one in particular, not for anything in particular.

It’s Taylor who answers. “It’s okay, Ains. This isn’t about legal possession. It’s enough. You’re enough just like this.”

I squeeze my eyes closed against the tears I feel coming. I know it’s emotions left over from the explosive orgasm. I know it’s warm and fuzzy hormones from my animal brain telling me I successfully completed a survival behavior. But it’s something else as well.

I’m enough just like this.

It’s not true, obviously. I haven’t even graduated yet. Don’t have a job or a purpose in life. I haven’t yet proven myself to be a capable, hardworking adult. A man.

But for now, I let his words wash over me. I let them be, if not true, then a truth in this moment. Tomorrow will bring with it its own truths, but right now, in this moment, in this sweaty, sticky snuggle, I let it be.

Chapter 34

Gemma

Ainsley’s dad cancels breakfast via text, claiming he has to head back to the city sooner than anticipated. I read his apology and promise to talk soon over Ainsley’s shoulder as we grab our own quick coffee and eggs before we get on the plane.

We’re all seated together in first class, Taylor taking the middle seat in a move both possessive and martyrly. He’s asleep before we hit thirty thousand feet.I resist the urge to stroke his hair as I curl on my side and watch him. “He doesn’t usually sleep.”

“On planes?” Ainsley asks.

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