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"Good," Gemma said, lifting her head just enough to speak. "Come for us, Brian. Let us see you fall apart."
Then her mouth was on me again, and Enzo's lips found mine, swallowing my cries as the orgasm crashed through me with devastating intensity. I came harder than I had in weeks, my body convulsing as they held me through the waves of pleasure, their hands and mouths never stopping their gentle worship.
As I came down from the high, they curled around me on the silk sheets, their bodies warm and solid against mine. For the first time in my adult life, I felt truly cared for—not just desired, but cherished. Protected. Loved.
"We're going to figure this out," Gemma said softly, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. "Whatever it takes, we're going to make this work."
I closed my eyes, feeling more content than I had in years. "Yes," I agreed, my voice rough with emotion. "We are."
Chapter 20
Gemma
Bath, England
The cotton sheets that felt cold against my skin and Bath's gray morning light filtering through windows that suddenly seemed too large, too empty. My hand reached automatically across the vast expanse of my king-sized bed, searching for the familiar warmth of Brian's solid chest or the lean strength of Enzo's arms. Instead, my fingers found only rumpled fabric and the fading scent of their cologne on my pillowcases.
The silence in my apartment was deafening. Not the comfortable quiet of sleeping lovers, but the hollow echo of absence that made my chest tight with something dangerously close to panic. I sat up, my hair falling in waves around my shoulders, and strained to hear any sound that might indicate they were still here—the shower running, coffee brewing, the low murmur of their voices from the kitchen. Nothing.
"Brian?" I called. "Enzo?"
No response. Just the distant hum of Bath's morning traffic and the mechanical whisper of the building's heating system. I slipped from the bed, my bare feet silent on the hardwood floors as I padded through the apartment with growing dread. The guest bathroom was empty, towels hanging unused on their hooks. The kitchen showed no signs of morning activity—no coffee cups in the sink, no toast crumbs on the marble countertop.
They were gone.
The realization hit me like a physical blow, stealing the breath from my lungs and making my knees weak as my old insecurities came rushing back. Of course they were gone. What had I expected? That two men would simply abandon their lives to play house with me in Bath?
But even as the familiar spiral of self-doubt began, something rebellious stirred in my chest. These weren't just any men. These were Brian and Enzo, who'd seen me at my most vulnerable and loved me anyway. Who'd made me feel worthy of passion and tenderness in equal measure. They wouldn’t leave without saying something.
And I needed to see them right fucking now.
My hand was on the door handle when I heard voices in the hallway outside—familiar voices that made my chest flood with relief so intense I nearly collapsed. I yanked the door open andfound Brian and Enzo standing in front of my apartment with Brian's fist raised to knock.
"Gemma?" Enzo's dark eyes immediately took in my disheveled state, the panic I knew was written across my face. "What's wrong?"
"I thought you'd left," I gasped, my voice breaking on the words. "I woke up and you were gone, and I thought—"
"Hey." Brian stepped closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. "We just took Jake to the airport. Made sure he actually got on the plane to Philadelphia. Didn’t want to make you go anywhere near that jackass. And you were sleeping so soundly when we left."
"We wouldn’t ever leave without talking to you." Enzo pointed to the kitchen counter. “Also, we left a note.”
The relief that flooded through me was so intense it made my knees weak, but it was followed by a flood of embarrassment as I thought about how I’d behaved. "Sorry, that was completely irrational.”
Enzo chuckled, kissing my forehead. “It’s okay, things are new. And you were recently abandoned by a man.”
“I woke up alone, and I was scared. It made me realize how much I want you here by my side," I whispered, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I know it's complicated, but I can't lose you. I’m not ready."
Brian's hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing away tears I hadn't realized I was crying. "We’re not going anywhere," he said simply. "We plan to stay. To figure it out."
Enzo nodded. "We're not going anywhere. Not unless you ask us to."
I kissed Enzo first, pouring all my relief and desperation into the contact. His lips were warm and familiar, tasting like the coffee he must have grabbed at the airport. When we broke apart, I turned to Brian, claiming his mouth with the same fierce intensity. He groaned against my lips, his hands tangling in my hair as he kissed me back with equal passion.
"Inside," I breathed against his mouth. "Now. Need you both."
They followed me into the apartment, their hands never leaving me as we moved through the space that suddenly felt warm and alive again. By the time we reached the bedroom, I was shaking with need and relief in equal measure. These men were mine, and I was theirs, and nothing else mattered.
"I love you," I said, the words spilling out as they guided me toward the bed. "I love you both so much."
