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Skylar laughs, and the deep vibration of it does nothing to stop my swimming head. He moves behind me, his soothing voice wrapping around me, but I’m so far gone I can’t make out the words. I gasp at the cold, wet sensation and release a groan the likes of which I’ve never heard come out of me before as they push inside of me.

“Breath, lover,” Skylar whispers. “You’re going to take a lot more than my finger.”

“W-what?” Before he can answer, Theo bucks and Xander’s hips move in response as he squeezes my hips, sending a wave of pain and pleasure through me. The movement between the three of us starts off sloppy and awkward, but we fall into a rhythm that matches Xander’s moans and pleas. I cup his face and our eyes meet. Without a word, we share a moment of bliss before he lurches forward and covers my mouth with his.

“Are you ready? Both of you?” Xander breaks our kiss and nods with half-opened eyes, his hands reaching behind me and cupping my cheeks to spread them apart. “You know the word, Beetle. I’ll take it slow.”

The instant their head pushes into me; my back bends and my head slams back. The pain isn’t what I’d expected; curling my toes as I scream out their name. My legs shake, threatening to give out, but Xander helps to keep me upright.

“I told you this ass belonged to me, and I meant it. Now, sing for us.”

“I… can’t. Too full! Oh, hell!” A few minutes ago, I couldn’t find words for my lyrics. Now I can’t even remember how words work as we become a writhing mass of grunts and groans with my screams mixed between them.

Xander grabs my face, and when I open my eyes, I can’t believe I’ve never seen him look this beautiful before. His blissed-out eyes and their slivers of blue, his pretty mouth gasping and whimpering. The way he stares at me melts the icy wall I’d built around my heart these last few months, and I hope my face matches his and shows him how beautiful this is. I throw my arms around him, both of us shaking.

“You’re doing great, Xander. Taking me so well, like a good boy should. Making our girl moan like the slut she is,” Theopraises, leaving soft kisses up Xander’s neck while reaching out for Skylar and wrapping his hand in their hair.

Xander and I never stood a chance, reduced to putty between these two powerful bodies as the pair watch each other. I watch it in Theo’s eyes and hear it in Skylar’s breathing, telling me how close they’ve become when I wasn’t looking. What else have I missed while trapped inside my mind, refusing to let anyone in?

“God, Dani, you’re so amazing. You both feel incredible!”

“Do you want to cum for her, Xander? Fill your queen bee?”

“Yes, please!” Theo smacks Xander’s ass and his body goes tense, his cock pulsing inside me as I squeeze him tight. Skylar and Theo both thrust harder, and I find myself in a galaxy of far away stars as I come undone around Xander, collapsing in his arms. Skylar lets out a primal yell first as he reaches his climax next.

“That’s it, baby. Take it all. Take every drop of me. I’ll make sure Theo fucks my cum back into you.”

There’s another loud groan and Xander shudders, his grip on me tightening. But the world disappeared already, and everything melts together. I can’t tell one orgasm from the next as they coax them out of my limp body. Different arms wrap around me, and I’m lowered to the bed, legs spread wide. Skylar’s hair tickles as it drapes over me, his mouth closing around my breast. Xander’s long, slender fingers tease my overstimulated clit while he whispers to me. I let out a pathetic gasp when the bearded face buries itself between my legs. Every movement is soft and caring, sending me deeper and deeper into the serene dark. My eyes close and I’m covered in a warm blanket of sleep.

I wake up in a fresh shirt and panties, with Xander wrapped around my front, and Skylar my back, and Theo’s hand on my stomach. They’re all softly snoring. I wish I could stick this moment into a time capsule and open it whenever I needed thelift. I should go back to work. I should, but I’m far too tired now to think. There’s always tomorrow.

CHAPTER 39

FRENCH GIRLS

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We built a door,and it opened a world to us all. The four of us slipping into something of a routine lifestyle together. It’s a beautiful dynamic, and, outside of the bedroom, none of us fight for dominance or attention.

Xander started talking about what he remembers in Tokyo, but only to me. He still refuses to see another professional about it. The nightmares persist, but the intensity has dialed down a few notches. He’s still on the website, but in his free time, he’s working on his own program and site. He works hard, especially when the trail of his attacker, Oliver, goes cold. But he’s trying not to let it take over his mind.

Skylar’s progress has been slow, but when the needle moves, it jumps several degrees. Xander or I take them to meetings regularly, and they’ve done excellent work with the therapist I recommended. They’re even down to three cigarettes a day—when they’re not stressed. The lawyer’s visits put them on edge, and they can’t help but look over their shoulder every time we go out, cringing away from certain sounds and making themselves as small as they can so no one will take notice of them. I’ve made sure they get a little extra praise when I’m with them; they deserve it.

They’re both giving me the strength I needed to buy the ticket to France and book the hotel for two weeks. Xander almost choked on the words when he told me to go for it, but we made a promise to talk every day while I’m gone. I’ve even opened up about my wife, our lover, and a little bit about Sylvie, too. It hasn’t felt like letting go of them, like I had imagined it would. Instead, it’s as though I’ve invited them back into my life, sharing stories about them and keeping them alive within me. Skylar said I should tell some of these stories to Sylvie, and they’re right. Maybe that’s where our disconnect lies.

Then there’s Dani. Our little lost queen beetle, as Skylar calls her. She’s wandering around in the dark, scurrying under the furniture when we open the door and try to shed light on anything she’s going through. A silent fighter who teeters on the edge of a breakdown but doesn’t see the cliff, doesn’t know about the jagged rocks below her. She blames everyone else, but the real problem lies under her hard carapace. She’s run out of room to store the pent-up feelings, and now, even the little things have nowhere else to go. I’ve warned both Xander and Skylar that she’s in for a rough ride when the shell cracks and she’s left vulnerable and exposed. The problem is, she takes it out on Xander because she thinks he can handle it. That may have worked before Tokyo, but since his return, he’s not stable enough for that. Not yet.

We’ll be there for her when she needs us most, keeping her protected as she licks her wounds and rebuilds her armor. Some people only know how to handle stress one way, bury it deep inside. Until she breaks, we’re doing what we can to hold the house together for and around her.

“Skylar! Theo! Where are you, dickheads?” Xander comes bolting into their place, before running through mine like he’s on fire.

“What? What is it?” We both hurry out of the bedroom, pulling clothes back on and finding him waving his phone around, the biggest grin I’ve seen on him in months.

“Oh, sure, you couldn’t even wait for me? Don’t care, this is too incredible!” He runs over, shoving his phone in our faces. Skylar grabs his hand to steady it as we both try to read, but neither of us understands what the hell we’re reading. “It’s the investor I told you about! The one who wants to see the site I built! He wants to meet with me next week and go over logistics and—Holy shit, I sound like my dad.”

“Happier. You sound way happier than your dad,” Skylar points out, even though neither of us has met Mr. Maxwell.

“God, this is gonna be epic. I need to prepare. I need to practice the pitch, go over the deck again, and check the coding.” His face drops as he looks between the two of us. He’s gone from happy to looking like he’s going to lose his lunch in point three seconds. “Oh, shit.”

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