Page 203 of Well That Happened

“Good,” Caleb says, tucking the blanket around me like I’m something precious. “Because we’re not letting you go.”

Hunter’s hand slides over my waist, fingers lacing with Grayson’s where they rest on my stomach.

“She’s ours,” he says simply.

But then he adds, voice low and rough, “And I haven’t even had you yet.”

My breath catches. I shift slightly, meeting his eyes in the dark. There’s something coiled and tense in him—desire held in check, aching for release.

“You don’t have to hold back,” I whisper, cupping his cheek.

His jaw flexes. “I didn’t want to rush you. Didn’t want to make this about me.”

“It is about you,” I say, guiding his hand to my hip. “All of you.”

Hunter exhales like he’s been holding it in for hours, then rolls me gently onto my back. Grayson and Caleb move without hesitation—Caleb pressing soft kisses along my shoulder, Grayson stroking my thigh, murmuring encouragement against my skin.

Hunter hovers over me for a beat, eyes locked to mine. “You good?”

I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Please.”

He sinks into me slowly, carefully, and I can feel the restraint shaking through his whole body.

“Oh my god,” I gasp, hands gripping his back.

He buries his face in my neck. “Fuck. You feel like heaven.”

Caleb’s fingers twine with mine, anchoring me to the moment as Hunter begins to move, deep and deliberate. Grayson is on the other side, stroking my cheek, kissing me slow and sweet as Hunter’s pace builds.

Every thrust is a promise, a confession, a need finally unchained.

He’s usually the rough one, the sharp edge. But right now, Hunter is trembling with how much he feels. His hand cups the back of my knee, angling me just right, and when I cry out softly, he groans like it breaks him open.

“You’re mine,” he says against my skin. “You’re all of ours—but right now, Rilee, you’re mine.”

“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, Hunter.”

His rhythm falters, his breath catching as he fights to stay in control. “I’m not gonna last.”

“Don’t,” I whisper. “I want all of you.”

And that’s all it takes.

He comes with a ragged groan, body shuddering against mine. I cradle him as he collapses beside me, sweat-damp and wrecked, one hand still tangled in my hair.

For a few heartbeats, the room is quiet but for the sound of breathing—slow, tangled, shared.

“Now we’re even,” I mumble, dazed and satisfied.

Hunter snorts softly. “We’re never even. Not when it comes to you.”

Grayson pulls the blanket up over all of us, while Caleb nuzzles into the crook of my neck like he’s trying to memorize the shape of me.

“Love you,” someone whispers. I don’t even know who—it could’ve been any of them.

Or maybe it was me.

But either way, it’s true.

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