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She moans.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says.

“It won’t be.”

Jonah kisses her chest. He holds her face in his palm and presses their foreheads together, breathing her in. Then he slides his fingers free from between her thighs. She whimpers at the loss, but he’s already shifting beneath her, lining his cock up with her pussy.

“Breathe for me,” he says and she does.

He pushes into her slowly, sinking inch by inch until he’s buried deep. Her thighs are trembling already. Her head falls forward.

Jonah holds still while Finn works her gently, spreading her wider.

“Let her feel it,” I growl. I’m already hard again and I start stroking my cock. “Let her know she’s owned.”

Finn lines himself up and presses forward. He slides deeper, inch by careful inch, until they’re both inside her—Jonah thick and deep in her pussy, Finn behind her, both of them stretching her to the edge of what she can take.

She gasps and grabs Jonah’s chest tighter.

Jonah starts to move. Finn’s thrusts grow deeper, more urgent, but he never loses the care in his hands, the praise in his voice.

“So fucking good,” Jonah whispers. “Taking both of us like a good girl.”

I stroke my cock harder.

They move together, slow and in sync, one thrusting while the other pulls back. Her body rocks between them, mouth open, eyes glazed, moaning like she’s about to lose it. Her hands claw at the sheets and her thighs tremble.

When her muscles lock, I know she’s close. Jonah reaches between her thighs and rubs her clit. Finn leans down, kissing the back of her neck like he’s trying to hold her together as she unravels.

“Come for us,” Jonah whispers.

“Let us feel it,” Finn says.

“Now,” I command.

She shatters.

Finn groans against her neck. “Gonna come—fuck, Ani?—”

She cries out, her body clenching down around both of them, shaking violently. Finn bites back a curse, gripping her tighter as she milks them both.

They come seconds apart.

Jonah buries his face in her neck as he groans her name. Finn follows with a guttural growl, cock pulsing deep inside her, his whole body tensed against hers like he’s afraid to let go.

I stroke once more and come hard, eyes locked on her ruined, glorious body—held open, filled to overflowing. I spill across my stomach, breath heaving.

They lower her gently.

She’s so fucking beautiful and she’s all ours.

Chapter 37

Ani

The gravel crunches under the tires as the truck pulls into the clearing. I sit in the back seat, pressed between the window and the quiet hum of Jonah’s presence. The house appears through the trees a second later, tucked against the slope of the mountain.

Home.

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