“Fuck, Delaney, gonna come.” Silas slams deep, groaning like an animal as he spills hot inside me.
The warmth fills me, sets me off again, another broken orgasm wracking me.
Boone’s rhythm falters, his grip on my hips bruising. “Take it, Delaney, take it…”
He pushes as deep as he can, shuddering as he empties himself inside me, filling me to the brim. The pressure of both their releases spilling into me makes me whimper, overstimulated, undone.
Caleb yanks free of my mouth, stroking himself furiously over my face. “Open wide, sweetheart.”
I can barely hold myself up, but I obey, lips parting, tongue out. He groans, hot and thick as he paints my tongue, my lips, my cheeks. I moan at the taste, at the filth of it, at the way Silas and Boone’s come is already leaking down my thighs.
All three of them, on me, in me, claiming me.
Silas pulls me back against his chest, panting, kissing my shoulder like he can’t stop. Boone strokes my hair, presses his lips to my temple. Caleb tilts my chin up, smirking as he smears his cum across my cheek with his thumb.
“Look at you,” Caleb murmurs, low and wicked. “Covered in us.”
Boone joins in. “Ours.”
And Silas growls against my skin, possessive, spent but still hungry. “About fucking time.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Boone
My phone starts buzzingbefore the sun’s even up. Not the alarm. Sadie usually beats that by ten minutes anyway. This is the other kind of buzzing. The kind that means trouble.
I swipe at the nightstand until my hand finds the phone. The bright screen blinds me.
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What the hell?
I hate that damn Facebook group. If it were a person, I’d ban it from the town… or at the very least, the ranch.
I tap the first notification, and the second the post loads, I know exactly whose work this is.
Dottie.
She’s uploaded an article about Delaney. She’s in her chef whites, smiling enthusiastically.
Then, headline after headline scrolls by.
Comments swarm.
Did she REALLY stalk her old boss?
There’s no way she broke up a MARRIAGE?
Should’ve checked her references.
My jaw locks so tight it aches.
When I first hired her, I knew she’d left something behind. I assumed burnout. Long hours, a brutal kitchen, maybe a toxic boss… Lord knows chefs chew through stress like they’re trying to prove something to the devil. Wanting a quieter life made sense.
