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I nodded, my body boneless from the intensity of my release. “Barely.”
Reid’s hand stroked my hair. “Good, because we’re just getting started.”
Enzo’s hands parted my thighs again, his expression intense as he looked at me, still wet and sensitive from Kellan and Reid’s attention. “Look how wet you are from them.”
His fingers slid through my folds, and he raised them, displaying the evidence. Kellan grabbed his wrist before he could retreat, sucking them into his mouth.
Fuck. Was it possible to come from only watching that?
Enzo pulled his fingers away, and like a man possessed, covered my entire pussy with his mouth. I cried out as his whole damn face seemed to devour me. There was nothing gentle about it; he was starving for me.
Kellan’s mouth found mine, the taste of me still lingering as he swallowed my moans. Reid’s hands moved from my hair to my breasts, his touch so gentle it was almost reverent.
Between Enzo’s skilled mouth, Kellan’s hungry kisses, and Reid’s tender caresses, I was rapidly approaching another peak. My hands found their way into Enzo’s hair, urging him on.
He responded by sliding two fingers inside me, crooking them in a motion that made my toes curl. Kellan broke our kiss to watch my face, his own expression a mixture of awe and desire.
“Look at you, so beautiful like this.” Kellan’s hand moved down to press above my pubic bone.
Reid’s fingers tweaked my nipples at the same time, the slight pain heightening my pleasure. “Let go again, Quinn. We’ve got you.”
The combination of their words, their touches, their hungry gazes was too much. I came again, my body clenching around Enzo’s fingers.
As I came down from my high, Kellan’s thumb traced lazy circles on my hip. “You’re extraordinary, Quinn Porter.”
Reid pulled me closer. “And you’re ours, if you want to be.”
The simple statement, so full of promise and possibility, brought tears to my eyes. I blinked them away, overwhelmed by the emotion welling up inside me. “I really, really want to be.”
Their collective sighs of contentment was the last thing I heard as exhaustion finally claimed me, pulling me into a deep, peaceful sleep surrounded by the three men who had somehow convinced my heart that I belonged.
Chapter 27
It’s You
Quinn
Istared at the last hoodie in my hands, the one from college that I’d worn so much the lettering had cracked. With a deep breath, I shoved it in the nearly overflowing drawer and pushed it shut. Done. Finally done.
My new bedroom in the ranch house somehow felt more like home already. While I’d been gone, the guys had painted the walls a soft cream color, replaced the ceiling fan, and put up new curtains that let the afternoon sunlight stream in.
I’d driven back from my old home yesterday, where I’d packed up my entire adult life into a U-Haul, resigned from my teaching position, and hugged April goodbye. She’d cried. I’d cried too, but she’d already booked a trip to visit next month.
My eyes landed on Thunderbolt, who stood proudly in the custom wooden stand the guys had built during my absence. It was like a miniature stable, carefully constructed with “Thunderbolt” burned into the wood across the top. The detailwork was impressive, with tiny horseshoes decorating the edges, and there was even a little feed bucket on the side.
I ran my fingers over the inscription. They hadn’t mentioned it in their texts while I was gone, like I hadn’t mentioned the hobby horse competition coming up. There hadn’t seemed to be a good time to bring it up amid all the chaos of moving.
I grabbed Thunderbolt from his stand and tucked him under my arm. Time to practice, and maybe time to break the news about the competition.
The afternoon air greeted me with a blend of hay, horse, and California sunshine as I made my way toward the stables. I heard Reid’s voice before I saw him, speaking in that quiet way he had with animals. Peering around the corner of a stall, I found him with Junebug, gently running a soft brush down her flank.
Junebug spotted me before Reid did. The mare’s ears pricked forward, and she let out a soft nickering sound that might as well have been a hello. Reid turned, his expression shifting from concentration to a smile that made my stomach swoop.
“Hey.” The sunlight filtering through the stable windows caught in his hair. “Did you finish unpacking?”
“Yup. I thought I’d get some practice in.”
Reid set the brush down on a nearby shelf and wiped his hands on his jeans. “Junebug’s been waiting for you. She’s been giving me hell all week.”
