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Taylor’s cock disappears impossibly far into his mouth, and I watch Taylor react, abs tightening, face twisting in pleasure that he still seems too timid to interrupt with a single word or sound.I’ve gone down on him enough times to know when he’s close, and he’s close now. I can barely breathe with anticipation of the final moment. Taylor’s head squirms in my lap as Ainsley works him harder, faster, deeper.Suddenly, and completely without warning, Taylor sits upright, seizing Ainsley by the hair and gripping his own wet cock. He pulls Ainsley’s head up as he pumps himself, bellowing out all the noise he’d been holding in as he comes on his own stomach and chest.

Taylor releases his cock, and he’s on his knees in an instant, using the grip he still has on Ainsley’s hair to pull him up so their mouths meet. Fiercely, violently, they lay into each other, sweaty naked bodies crashing together as they fight for dominance over each other’s mouths.

I watch them, mouth hanging open, praying my short-term memory has enough room to snapshot this image forever.

I smile to myself, completely blissed out from my orgasm and this incredible merging of souls, realizing that I don’t have to memorize them at all. I get to keep them. Forever.

Taylor breaks away first, sliding his head down to Ainsley’s neck and biting down hard. Ainsley bucks against him and it’s only then I realize that Taylor’s got Ainsley’s cock in his strong grip, working him between their two bodies, slippery from his own orgasm.

Ainsley comes fast and hard, head thrown back as Taylor holds him upright. I lose track of which male voice belongs to which man as they both grunt and growl and swear. Taylor releases him and Ainsley falls back to sit on his heels, head hanging as he pants. When he looks up into Taylor’s eyes, the world goes still for a moment.

And then…

Taylor leans down to place the softest kiss on his forehead.

And my heart bursts.

I don’t mean to start crying again, but the emotions of the last few days, hell the last few months, coupled with the explosive synergy of this moment, overtake me. Ainsley crawls back to snuggle in beside me first, with Taylor close behind him.

“We are so messy,” I whisper, laughing softly as I take in the aftermath of it all.

“I hope that seedy front desk guy has a hidden camera in here. We just gave him the show of a lifetime,” Ainsley jokes, snuggling in close to my side, body fluids be damned.

Taylor grunts his amusement, but glances around suspiciously.

“I love you guys,” I say because what else is there to say?

“I love you guys, too,” Ainsley responds.

Taylor lets out a real laugh this time. “I love you guys, too.”

“Goodnight,” Ainsley whispers.

“It’s two in the afternoon,” Taylor responds.

“Really?” Ainsley asks, perking up.

“I drew the blackout curtains because the rain reminded me of home,” I admit, a twinge of my earlier sadness sneaking back in.

“It rains everywhere, love,” Ainsley whispers.

“And this is home, for now anyway. Home is wherever we’re together.”

Ainsley and I both look over at Taylor’s uncharacteristicallysappy sentiment, but he’s already closed his eyes and given in to the nap energy.We meet eyes instead and share a silent laugh before snuggling down and letting the tension fade away.

It may have been a perfect hallmark card statement, but it’s true. I’ve never felt so at home, miles away from my own bed. I pull their arms tighter around myself and drift off to sleep.

Chapter 42

Ainsley

I’m startled awake by a phone ringing somewhere in the dark hotel room. Taylor and Gemma are still curled together and breathing heavily, so I crawl out of bed and walk, still naked, toward the sound.

“Gemma,” I say softly, sitting back down on the bed with the offending device in my hand.

“That’s mine?” she asks sleepily.

And then sits bolt upright. “Oh, that’s mine!”

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