They don’t stop, though.
Dean rises, pulling himself out and switching places with Callum.
He positions himself at my entrance, his eyes locked on me as he pushes in slowly inch by inch, filling me completely just like Dean did. I gasp around Grant, my body stretching to accommodate him, the fullness making my toes curl.
Dean shifts at my side, his mouth replacing where Callum’s was.
He pinches my nipple between his lips in a way that makes my vision blur.
Grant pulls back, letting me breathe for a second, his thumb brushing tears from my cheek.
“We’ve got you,” he murmurs, voice rough with emotion. “Always.”
The words come tumbling out before I can stop them. “I love you.”
They move together after that. Callum thrusting deep, Dean’s tongue working its way down between my legs to tease where we join, and Grant’s hands roaming my body like he’s mapping every inch of me while his cock strokes the back of my throat.
The second climax builds faster, sharper this time and when it hits, I shatter again, my cries muffled around Grant as he holds me through it.
His cum spills all over my tongue, coating my mouth.
Callum’s release is hot inside me, and then Dean pulls back to spill across my stomach.
We collapse in a tangle of limbs and sweat. They whisper promises against my skin as they curl around me, the sheets twisted up around us.
Dean’s arm drapes over my waist, Callum’s head on my chest, Grant’s legs tangled with mine.
For the first time in weeks, I don’t feel the weight of the world on my shoulders.
I feel held.
Loved.
Safe.
“We mean it, Noelle. We’re not going anywhere,” Dean whispers the words against my skin, echoing the vow they’ve made all day.
“I know,” I breathe, tears slipping free again. But this time they’re tears of relief.
Of hope.
Of a future I finally dare to believe in.
I suck in another breath. “I meant what I said. I love you. All of you.”
“We know,” Grant presses his lips to my cheek.
“We do too.” Callum finishes, entwining my fingers with his and bringing them up to his lips.
“We love you, Noelle.” Dean smiles.
25
CALLUM
Grant and I have been at it for days fixing up Noelle’s shop.
From hammering new shelves into the studs, patching the walls and sanding them smooth, and repainting everything in soft whites and pale greens.
