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“Jesus, Rilee…” I rasp, my voice breaking against her skin. “You feel—fuck—you feel like heaven.”

She moans, soft but wrecked, and that sound alone nearly undoes me.

I lean in, bury my face against her neck, and move just a little deeper. Her body trembles, but she doesn’t stop. Doesn’t pull away. She clings to me like she wants to remember what it feels like to be taken this way—completely, fully,entirely.

“You okay?” I whisper, kissing her shoulder. “Talk to me.”

She nods, her voice ragged. “Better than okay. Caleb—I’m close.”

So am I.

Too close.

But I want her there first. I want her falling apart while I hold her through it.

One hand finds her clit, slippery and swollen, and I rub slow, steady circles. Her whole body arches. Her breath turns to gasps. I keep going, whispering her name like a prayer against her throat.

My cock is buried in her ass and I pump my hips in steady, deep strokes—nearly blacking out with how perfect she feels. My fingers stay on her clit, rubbing over and over.

She whimpers. Pushes her ass into me, eager to take more of my cock.

It’s beyond hot.

And then she shatters.

She cries out, loud and breathless, her body locking down around me—tight and perfect andmine.

That’s all it takes.

My control snaps like a rubber band. I thrust deep one final time and come hard, groaning her name as I empty into her. My body trembles with the force of it, arms locked tight around her so she doesn’t have to carry an ounce of it alone.

We stay like that—pressed together, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat—while the water washes over us, cooling and quiet.

I glance at her—her flushed cheeks, that sleepy post-shower glow—and something settles in my chest.

I brush a kiss to her temple.

“You’re everything,” I whisper.

And I mean it.

Every word.

After, we walk out of the bedroom together, fingers brushing. And when the guys look up from the couch, Hunter just smirks.

“Next time,” he says, “maybe put a sock on the door.”

Grayson smirks. “Or at least turn on some music. Because damn.”

Rilee buries her face in my shoulder, but I’m smiling. Because this—this chaos, this comfort, this connection—it’s mine.

And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Rilee

Several Months Later

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