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But as they settle around me, pulling me close, I can't stop thinking about checkout, about walking away from this, from them. I said only for tonight, but how am I supposed to go back to normal after this?
I don't have answers, so I push the thoughts away and just let myself feel this. The warmth of their bodies, the safety of their arms, the satisfaction of being completely and thoroughly claimed.
Tomorrow can wait. Tonight is enough.
It has to be.
CHAPTER 8
Luca
Morning sunlight streams through the massive windows when I wake up, golden light everywhere. The city's already awake below us, but up here it's quiet except for soft breathing.
Rebecca's pressed against my side, warm and soft, still asleep.
Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
On her other side, Leo's got his arm draped over her waist. James is on the edge, one hand resting on her hip even in sleep. Like even unconscious we can't stop touching her.
I don't blame us.
Last night was…fuck. Watching Leo and James take her together while I kissed her, touched her, came with her. I'm never going to forget that. The way she looked at me when she came apart. The sounds she made.
But watching isn't the same as having her. And I need to have her to myself.
My cock's already half-hard just thinking about it, which is ridiculous considering we barely slept.
Rebecca stirs, makes this small sound, and her eyes flutter open to focus on me.
"Morning, beautiful," I say quietly.
"Morning." Her voice is wrecked, rough, sexy as hell. "What time is it?"
"Early. Maybe seven." I brush hair from her face. "How you feeling?"
She shifts and stretches like a cat. "Thoroughly satisfied."
I grin at that. "Good. But now I want my turn."
Her eyes light up with interest. "Oh?"
"Shower," I say. "Just a shower. Let me wash you. Take care of you." I pause, grin wider. "And if you're up for it, let me have you."
"Just us?"
Just us. Finally.
"Just us." I kiss her softly. "What do you say?"
She considers this, then nods with a smile. "I'd like that."
"Good." I slide out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake the other two. "Come on."
She takes my hand and stands, moving into my arms. I wrap her waist for support as we head to the bathroom.
Perfect. She's so fucking perfect.
The bathroom's ridiculous, all marble and glass. I turn on the shower, adjust the temperature, then help her step inside.
