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His thrusts are faster, more intense, his eyes locked on mine as he moves the whole thing inside me.
Jace sits up, pressing his lips to my neck, his hands gripping my ass as he pulls me closer.
He flips me onto my back and continues to slam harder into me.
I’m on the precipice of yet another climax. Ben leans over, kissing my shoulder, his lips soft and warm against my skin. His hand slides between my legs, his fingers teasing my sensitive clit, adding to the overwhelming sensation of Jace’s thrusts.
“You’re so wet, Emily,” Ben smiles.
It’s too much, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak as they take me, touch me, consume me. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my body trembling as the heat inside me reaches a boiling point. Jace’s pace quickens, his body moving with mine in perfect sync, and I feel myself spiraling again.
With a loud moan, I shudder beneath him, my orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave.
“Sorry, I got a little impatient,” Ben says, but he doesn’t look too apologetic about it. Jace gives him a mock glare as he moves off me. I see a remnant of possession on his face, but he seems to quickly get over it. It’s his way of showing acceptance. He wants this to happen as much as the others do.
Ben climbs over me. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips before he enters me, his movements slow, deliberate, as if he’s savoring every second.
“Oh Ben, you feel so good.”
His body is lean but strong, his thrusts deep but unhurried, and I feel myself melting beneath him. His touch is tender, his hands caressing my skin as he moves, and I moan softly, my body still trembling from the intensity of the others. Ben’s pace quickens, his breath coming in soft gasps as he moves faster, his hands gripping my hips as he drives into me.
His hand moves between my legs, his thumb circling my clit in time with his thrusts, and it’s all too much. He sucks on my earlobes, his hot breath brushing against mine. “Fuck, Emily, I think I love?—”
There are two other mouths on each of my feet. But I can’t tell who it is at this moment.
I cry out, my body trembling as the pleasure explodes inside me, my third? Fourth?—I don’t even know—orgasm hitting me like a wave. Ben groans, his pace quickening as he follows me over the edge, his hot come filling me as I shudder beneath him.
My chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, my body still trembling from the intensity of it all. The sheets are a mess, twisted around our legs, sticking to our damp skin. I don’t know what comes after this. I just know that I don’t want to let go of them, ever again.
CHAPTER 32
AXEL
One yearlater
The snow outside the windows of Mt. Snowlodge is falling steadily, blanketing the mountains in a thick, white layer. The lodge is buzzing with life—families, couples, everyone preparing for Christmas Eve. But here in the lobby, it’s just the four of us, sitting around the fire, waiting.
Waiting for her.
I’m sitting on one of the oversized leather couches, legs stretched out, my boots propped on the coffee table in front of me. The lodge is decked out in full holiday spirit—twinkling lights, wreaths, and even a Christmas tree taller than I can crane my neck.
Tanner’s slouched beside me, looking as relaxed as ever, his arms draped over the back of the couch. Jace and Ben are across from us, both nursing mugs of hot chocolate—though Jace, predictably, spiked his with something stronger.
Tanner’s already cracking some joke about how he had to wrestle with the tree we helped Collie set up, while Ben sits next to him, nodding along with a quiet smirk.
“I think she thinks we’re part of her staff now,” Tanner is saying.
“Not her fault, we’ve been up here so many times since Hailey’s wedding,” I say. Hailey is on her second honeymoon in Thailand, and according to Jace, he’s expecting some good news once they return.
Jace is to my left, flipping through his phone, but I know he’s not really paying attention to it. None of us are.
We’re all waiting for Emily.
It’s been a year since that crazy winter storm, since everything changed for us. A year of figuring out what it meant for all four of us to be with her, to share something we never imagined we could. And it worked. Somehow, it worked better than any of us thought it would.
Tanner kicks back, rubbing his hands together like he’s about to launch into a story. “You guys remember that time in June, when we all went camping with Emily? She was trying so hard to make s’mores, but man, she burned every damn marshmallow.” He laughs, shaking his head. “I swear she was doing it on purpose just to get us to feed her.”
I chuckle, the memory clear in my mind. Emily, looking all innocent, batting her eyes while Tanner and Ben fumbled with the marshmallows to make sure she got the perfect one. “You fed her half of them, so don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it,” I say, smirking at Tanner.
