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Ford slams into me harder, and I shatter, my body locking up as the pleasure explodes, tearing me apart. My muffled cries vibrate against Leo, making him groan as his hips jerk.
Leo’s fingers tighten, his smirk fading into something darker, more desperate. “Shit, that’s it?—”
His release follows mine, his body tensing above me as he spills into my mouth, his curses low and breathless.
Ford isn’t far behind as he buries himself deep one last time, muttering my name as he lets go.
The pleasure doesn’t stop. Asher’s hands are still on me, teasing, coaxing, pushing me straight into another spiral of sensation.
My limbs shake violently, every nerve ending fried, but they don’t stop.
Ford pulls me up, holding me in his lap, keeping me steady even as Asher’s fingers move lower, rubbing, circling, pressing until the pressure becomes unbearable.
Leo strokes a hand down my thigh, his smirk returning. “One more, sweetheart.”
I whimper, trying to escape the intensity, but Ford’s arms tighten around me.
“You can take it,” Asher whispers. And then he pushes me over the edge one last time.
The orgasm crashes through me so hard my vision blurs, my body spasming violently as pleasure drowns me completely. The last thing I hear is their voices—low, praising, possessive—before everything fades to black.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Leo
I walk quietly,my jaw still tight from everything that just happened. Madeline is curled up in my bed, her blonde hair a mess against my pillow.
The sight of her here again, after so long, knocks the wind out of me. It shouldn’t feel this familiar. This right. But it does.
I scrub a hand over my face. Ford and Asher just left, agreeing to breakfast instead of dinner.
I still can’t believe I let them in at all. That I let them touch her. But the way she looked between them, the way she melted—it’s not something I can ignore.
And now, she’s here, in my bed, and I have no fucking idea what I’m thinking.
I head to the bathroom, stripping off my shirt as I turn on the shower. The water runs hot, scalding against my skin, but I need it. I need to wash away the night, the tension, the possessiveness clawing at my ribs.
I lean against the tile, my hands flat on the wall, breathing through it.
When I come back, the room is dim, the only light coming from the street outside. I slip under the covers carefully, pulling her close.
She shifts, her body instinctively molding against mine.
“Hey,” she murmurs, barely awake.
Guilt presses into my chest. I don’t deserve to touch her like this. Not yet. “Sorry, baby. Go back to sleep.”
But she’s already out, her breathing deep and even. My arms tighten around her as I let myself sink into the feel of her, the scent of her shampoo, the warmth of her body against mine.
I drift off immediately.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I wake up hard. Ache radiates through me, need pressing like a fucking vise on my ribs.
I roll onto my side, my hand skimming over the warm curve of her hip. Madeline is soft, warm, everything I’ve been craving. Everything I shouldn’t fucking want.
But I do.
I press my lips to the back of her shoulder, letting my breath fan over her skin. She shifts slightly, sighing, but she’s still lost in sleep. I drag my mouth lower, tracing down her spine, fingers skimming the dip of her waist.
