Then he bottoms out—his hips pressed flush to mine, his balls tight against my ass.
“Fuck,” I gasp, trembling from the inside out.
Eddie leans in, chest to my back, breath hot and ragged at my shoulder.His mouth brushes the shell of my ear as he grinds deeper.
“I love you,” he murmurs, voice cracked open and bare.
Everything in me stills.
Not from shock, but from how right it feels.
That he said it here, now—while I’m full of him, inside her, wrapped in everything we’ve fought for.
And when I look down, Cleo’s eyes are on me—shining.“I love you,” she whispers.
I blink hard, my throat closing around the moan that threatens to shatter me completely.
I’m not just wanted.
I’m theirs.
And I’ve never felt more whole.
I’m wrecked.Ruined.Owned.And I never want it to stop.
Eddie presses deeper, slow, stretching me in a way that steals the breath from my lungs.I groan into the crook of her neck, my arms trembling with the effort of holding still.Her fingers grip my shoulders, her thighs wrapped around my waist, holding me inside her as if she doesn’t want me to move.And maybe she doesn’t.Maybe she wants to feel this—us—just as much as I do.
Eddie’s hand settles on my lower back, palm flat, grounding.“Don’t rush,” he says, voice low but firm.“Feel it.Feel us.We’ve waited long enough.”
God, he’s right.
I have.
I’ve waited so fucking long to be here.Between them.With them.
Not just in the flesh, but like this—loved, held, seen.
This isn’t about lust anymore.It’s not about control, or need, or punishment.
This is about home.
I’ve waited for this—aching, craving, barely daring to imagine it.A moment where I get to touch her like this, taste her sweetness, feel her come apart under my mouth.A moment where I’m inside her, where Eddie’s behind me, filling me, surrounding me, anchoring me to something real.His breath ghosts across my shoulder, chest pressed to my back, his cock buried deep in me as I move inside her, slow and reverent.
And I swear, I’ve never felt more whole.
It hits me all at once, a wave of warmth crashing through my chest, stealing the last fragments of fear.This is real.This is ours.Their moans wrap around me, their hands on my body, and I’m undone in the best way.
Eddie groans behind me, his hips grinding in slow, deep circles that sync with the slow drag of mine into her.Her eyes flutter open, glassy and wide, lips parted on a gasp, and I see it there—that same raw, aching happiness mirrored back at me.
“Good,” Eddie murmurs, his lips brushing the sweat-slick skin of my spine.“Just like that.Nice and slow, baby.I want you to feel every inch of her.I want you to remember what it’s like to be inside your happiness.”
My throat tightens.I don’t even realize I’m crying until her hand cups my jaw, thumb swiping a tear from my cheek.
“I love you,” she whispers, breathless.
And I nod, unable to speak, because it’s all there—coursing through my veins, etched into every nerve ending.
I love her.
