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She shakes her head, slow and wrecked. “Don’t.”

I kiss her again—deeper now, more desperate.

Because if this is the only moment I get with her like this, I want to burn it into my bloodstream.

And if the others are watching?

Let them.

She’s mine right now.

And I’mdonepretending I don’t want that.

Chapter Forty-Two

Rilee

I don’t remember climbing into his lap.

One second, I was watching the movie—and the next, I’m here.

On him.

Breathless.

His hands grip my waist like he’s not entirely sure I’m real. Like if he squeezes too hard, I’ll vanish.

“God, Ri,” he breathes, eyes dragging over my face, my mouth, my chest. “You’re so…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence.

He just kisses me.

And I feelworshipped.

He pulls back just enough to tug at the hem of my sweater, but it’s stuck—because of course it is—and suddenly there are hands at my sides, helping.

Caleb’s voice is a low tease in my ear. “Need some backup?”

“I’ve got it,” I mumble, but I’m laughing, flushed and tangled, as the sweater finally peels up and off.

His hands are reverent, sliding up my ribs, over the curve of my breasts, until I’m arching into him like Ineedto.

Because I do.

Desperately.

“I’ve wanted you,” he says, voice hoarse, “for so long it doesn’t even feel real.”

My hands shake as I reach between us, sliding down the front of his sweats, finding him already hot and hard andperfect.

“Hunter,” I whisper, bracing my hands on his shoulders as I rise up on my knees.

His hands hold my hips, steady and careful, like he’d never let me fall.

I unbutton my jeans and then stand to peel them off. Grayson and Caleb both reach out to tug them down my legs, and then I’m back in Hunter’s lap.

He’s peeled off his own pants and boxers too, and holy perfect cock. It’s thick, with a vein running down the impressive length of it.

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