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“I’m going to come,” Jake grits out.
“Me too,” I whimper. “Please, I’m so close.”
I feel Jake slip his hand beneath me and rub that sensitive spot that feels like it’s a live wire right now. Within seconds, I’m screaming as my second release hits me.
I quake, dropping to my elbows as pleasure ripples through me. Jake’s grip on my hips tightens and he lets out a roar as he thrusts into me one last time and pours himself into me.
“Holy shit,” he gasps when he’s finished. He pulls out and collapses to the bed, but before I can catch my breath, Ethan replaces him. He presses into my still-tingling body and begins to thrust.
“Ethan!” I cry as he reignites the sizzling pleasure inside me.
“Maya,” he growls. “I’m going to lose my mind.”
I’ve already lost mine. Impossibly, I feel another orgasm building up inside me. When I feel Ethan release, his fingers into my hips as he snarls like a beast, it hits me again. Pleasure drags me down, taking the strength from my limbs.
I collapse to the bed, mindless and swimming in ecstasy.
But we’re not done. Not yet.
Liam rolls me to my back and pins my legs to his torso as he drives himself inside me.
I whimper. I’m not sure I can take anymore, and yet my body is hungry for him.
Lowering his head, Liam kisses me as he moves in and out of me. By the time my fourth orgasm hits, tears are streaming down my cheeks, but they’re tears of delight.
Liam throws his head back and groans at the ceiling as he finishes deep inside me as well.
When the room fades into quiet afterward—when our bodies are tangled in the sheets and our breathing slows—I don’t feel overwhelmed or unsure.
I feel whole.
Jake’s arm is slung around my waist, his fingers idly stroking my hip. Liam’s head rests near mine, his hand curled loosely in my hair. Ethan’s chest rises and falls against my back, his breath steady and warm.
In that hush, I realize something I didn’t even know I’d been waiting to feel.
Peace.
Loved, protected, and finally… seen.
Chapter twenty-six
MAYA
Sunlight filters through the slats of the blinds, warm and golden, brushing over bare skin and tangled sheets. I stretch slowly, toes curling beneath the comforter, my body deliciously sore in the best way—like I’ve been thoroughly unraveled and carefully put back together again.
My heart still thrums with the echoes of last night.
For once, my brain is quiet. No racing thoughts. No guilt gnawing at the edges. No pressure to define what can’t be defined. Just… peace.
I shift onto my side and smile.
Jake’s next to me, one arm draped across his eyes like the light is his mortal enemy. His chest rises and falls in a lazy rhythm, a soft snore escaping every now and then.
Behind me, Liam breathes deep and slow, his hand still curled around my hip as if holding on is instinctual, even in sleep. His body is warm against mine.
Ethan’s already up, and I feel a small pang of disappointment that I don’t get to wake to all of them with me, but then I hear movement coming from downstairs. At least he’s still here.
My heart swells with something fragile and whole all at once.
