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With a twitch of his big cock wedged deep inside me, he comes…and comes…and comes. It’sa lot.

And as soon as I feel it, I start to orgasm, involuntarily. Powerfully. My muscles spasming wildly as pleasure rips through my body.

I fall apart in his arms, sobbing his name—not just from release. It’s from the way he kisses my cheeks after. The way Caleb says my name and pets my hair, the way Hunter praises me and presses a kiss to my mouth. Like I just gave them something sacred. And maybe I did.

“Such a good girl, so perfect,” Grayson murmurs.

They take care of me like I’m the most precious thing they’ve ever held.

Hunter kisses my temple like it’s instinct. Grayson brushes my hair back from my face, thumb stroking slow across my cheekbone like I might vanish if he looks away. Caleb hums some off-key tune as he tugs the blankets higher over my bare legs and tucks himself into my side like we’ve been doing this for years.

It hits me then.

Like a wave I didn’t see coming.

I’m in love with them.

Not just the way they make me feel when I’m naked and gasping and wrecked—but the way they laugh with me over burnt pancakes, the way they glare at each other when one of them forgets to refill the Brita, the way they hold me when I’m too tired to hold myself.

It’s terrifying.

How easy it is to fall for all three of them.

And how impossible it feels to say it out loud.

I’m still wrapped in that realization when Caleb leans in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“Love you, princess,” he whispers.

My breath catches.

I turn to him slowly, eyes wide, heart thudding so loud I’m sure he can hear it.

But the words stay stuck in my throat.

Instead, I stroke his cheek with trembling fingers and kiss him.

Soft. Long. Full of every unspoken thing swelling in my chest.

He kisses me back like he understands.

Like he already knows.

And maybe he does.

Chapter Forty-Eight

Rilee

I’m in the middle of fixing my earring when the first question comes.

“Where are you going?” Grayson, from the bed, where he’s still half-wrapped in the blanket he stole from me an hour ago.

“Out,” I say, dabbing on a little gloss. “With Lexi.”

“How long will you be gone?” Caleb’s voice floats in from the hallway, followed by the unmistakable sound of a bag of chips being torn open.

“I don’t know,” I call back. “Late, probably.”

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