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My brain hiccups. “Money?”

Nico folds his arms. “The auction payout transferred as of this morning.”

“But you paid for everything already. The surgery?—”

Sal shrugs. “Your earnings should be yours to spend, not siphoned into hospital bills.”

I move to the hearth, stare into the paper curling black. “When I was at the hospital with Erin the other day, I realized that none of you invoked the contract after the first weekend. You rearranged board meetings so I could drive Erin. You brought Grandma Judy in when the roads iced. You took care of them for me. You’ve taken care of me too. I knew, deep down, that if I really wanted you to, you’d have released me from the contract.”

Sal nods, and his hand twitches toward mine, then stops, waiting for permission. I lace our fingers. The brothers step closer, three points of gravity that my world spins around.

Sal says, “We never wanted you here out of obligation or some damned contract. We wanted you here because you wanted to be here.”

“I have been since I understood the contract meant nothing to you.” I inhale smoke and gather courage. “Dante, you’re the rocket fuel of this family. Everyone sees your stunts. I see a man who needed someone to believe he could land. Nico, you’re order and calm, but work knotted your shoulders into stone. You needed someone to show you how to dance.” My gaze shifts to Sal. “And you—” I search for words that won’t out his secret “You put everyone before yourself until there’s nothing left for you. Someone has to watch your blind spots.”

He swallows, scar twitching as he nods.

Tears sting again. “I stayed because I wanted to. I stay now because I love you.”

I hold my breath. My heart pounds in Morse code:Your move.

Dante speaks first, voice rougher than I’ve heard it. “Tabitha Calloway, you’re the best adrenaline rush I’ve ever had. You free-fall, I’ll be your parachute, or vice versa. I want you here for as long as you want to be here.”

Nico steps forward, straightens his cuffs—a tic hiding his nerves. “I never counted on this. Never thought it was in the cards for me. I’ve never been happy to be wrong about the math.”

Sal closes the gap, tips my chin. His lashes glint with tears he never sheds. “Amore mio, my heart beats because of you. I love you with what remains and whatever years come.”

I laugh-sob and fling arms wide. They converge on me, and words aren’t needed anymore.

The kiss begins with Sal, something slow and anchoring. Dante brushes hair from my neck, his mouth trailing heat. Nico’s fingers undo buttons with absolute precision. Clothes become irrelevant architecture on the floor.

We tumble onto the rug by the dying fire. Dante’s laugh vibrates against my shoulder, and Nico’s low hum thrums at my throat, thanks to his tongue’s languid licks. Sal’s heartbeat drums through my back. Four bodies tangle—compass points with me at the center.

Touch is a language. Dante’s reckless grabs, Nico’s measured worship, Sal’s protective vow. They map me until my body is sure of every cardinal direction. This time, Sal is due north. I straddle him, watching the firelight dance on his handsome granite jaw. The shock in his eyes every time we connect… It’s everything.

Nico curls around me from behind, nibbling my shoulder as he moves my hair out of his way. I don’t know where the lube comes from, and I don’t care. I’m just glad it’s there when he gently pushes me forward onto Sal to enter me from behind.

Wait. That’s not… “That’s not my ass, Nico.”

He softly chuckles. “I know. I wanted to try something.” His cock presses into my pussy next to the other man already there. The stretch is otherworldly. What the hell? I didn’t…I never evenconsidered this. It’s almost too much, and just as I’m about to say it, he sinks in.

I shudder on them. “Oh god.”

Dante cups my chin. “Feel good, baby?”

“I…fuck.”

He grins. “I believe that’s an order, boys.”

Nico grips my hips and rocks ever so gently, as Sal does the same with his hands on my waist. It’s twisted, this fullness. Too much pleasure, too much pressure. All too much?—

And then it hits like the bass in every good song in a club. Deep, overwhelming, life-changing.

A scream peals out of me as I come around them both, and just as I take a breath for another, Dante enters my mouth. His length chokes me just right, and tears stream down my cheeks as they take over and make me come again.

And again.

And again.

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