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But instead of fury, I feel… calm. Settled.

Like some missing gear inside me just clicked into place.

Because watching him move toward her, toward us feels right.

Undeniably, gut-deep right.

Callie holds her breath between us, her eyes wide and glassy, searching mine for an answer.

And she’s going to get it. Every fucking inch of it.

“Keep it fair, Callie,” I say, low and rough, just to see her tremble.

Her breath stutters. Tears bloom at the corners of her eyes overwhelmed, beautiful, desperate and I catch them with my thumbs, never looking away.

She’s here. Withus.

And even though we’re seconds from wrecking her in all the best ways, I feel the wildest need tocherishher. To make sure she knows this isn’t just about sex.

It’s aboutfinallyhaving her. Thethreeof us. All in.

Her lips ghost against mine, her voice just as shaky as her hands.

“I promise.”

Then she kisses me again, making it clear just how much she means it.

She wants us both, needs us both, equally.

There’s only one girl in the world who could handle us both, and she’s right here in my arms.

I kiss her back, breathing in her eager moans as she rubs her hips into me, directly into my swollen cock.

My gaze meets Maverick’s dark one as he presses against her back, wrapping her hair around his palm, tugging it to the side, and whispers into her neck:

“Good girl.”

Chapter 21

Callie

Maverick useshis grip on my hair to tug my head to the side, revealing more of my neck. He takes advantage of the space he created, his hot breath sending shivers sparking down my spine and leaving embers in their wake. Colt captures my moan, growling into my mouth as I dig my nails into his shoulders.

I vaguely process the fact that I’m doing this with my childhood friends. That’s not why I came here, and I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s selfish, and greedy, and everything wrong with me. I’m getting too close, and we’re all going to get burned. But the heat of their mouths, the roughness of their calloused palms traveling over every inch of me, the way their clothes rub against my naked body have pleasure pushing out every other thought, grounding me into this moment until nothing else matters.

I bare my throat, and it’s all the permission Maverick needs. His burning tongue strokes me, open-mouthed kisses traveling from my collarbone to just below my ear. He hums, the vibration reverberating through my bones.

“Are you ready for this, Wildflower?”

Colt pulls back, blue eyes piercing mine, lust pulling his lids low. Their touch stills, waiting for my response, and I want to scream.

A flush crawls up my neck and floods my cheeks as embarrassment threatens to take over, but the way they’re looking at me, like I’m their entire world, gives me the confidence to ask for what I want.

“Yes. I want you.”

Matching growls rumble through me, heading straight to my core. Two sets of greedy hands stroke my arms, ribs, thighs, stoking an ever-growing heat within me. Thumbs graze the underside of my breast at the same time a touch ghosts over my clit, drawing out a low whimper from the back of my throat as they deny me the friction I need.

If these two keep teasing me like this, I’m not going to survive. Frustrated, I whine, gripping Colt’s shirt, hating any barrier between us, and try to rip it off. The fabric stretches around his neck in my uncoordinated haste.

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