I love him.
I love us.
This is what it’s supposed to feel like.
Their bodies tangled with mine.Their moans mixing with my broken breaths.Her wrapped around me, Eddie buried deep inside me.I can’t tell where one of us ends and the other begins.There’s just heat and friction and the wet sound of skin against skin.My body’s strung tight, pulled in every direction—her softness, his power, the overwhelming pleasure of being held open and filled from both sides.
Eddie keeps rocking into me, forcing me to feel every inch of him.My hips stutter forward, grinding into her with the same rhythm.She gasps my name, nails scraping across my shoulder blades, her eyes locked on mine with something that reaches down into my soul and holds it still.
Eddie’s grip on my hips tightens, his voice rough in my ear.“You’re close.”
I whimper—because I am.God, I am.I’ve been teetering for what feels like forever.His cock nudges deeper, hitting that spot that makes my vision blur, and I tremble, teeth clenched, trying to obey, trying to hold on.
But I’m unraveling.
The stretch, the pressure, her heat around me, the way Eddie’s chest presses flush to my back as he fucks me slow and deep—it’s too much.My body is a livewire, every nerve flaring, every breath catching.I’m full—completely, obscenely full—and still, I want more.
“Please,” I rasp.“Please let me?—”
Eddie groans, voice low and wrecked.“You want to come?”
“Yes,” I choke out.“God, yes—please?—”
He slows, burying himself in me fully, grinding his hips in slow circles that send sparks up my spine.“You want to come with me inside you, baby?”he whispers, possessive and tender all at once.“You want to feel me fill you while you spill into her?”
I nod frantically, words lost to the thick haze of need.
And then finally, finally, his voice drops to a command that shatters me.
“Come for us, Barret.Now.”
My whole body seizes.I cry out—loud and guttural—as release rips through me.My cock pulses inside her, hips jerking uncontrollably as I spill, wave after wave, drowning in it.She gasps, clutching me tight, her body milking every last drop from me.And behind me, Eddie groans loud and deep, fingers digging into my waist as he thrusts once, twice—and then comes hard inside me, warmth flooding me, his body shuddering against mine.
We fall together.Collapsing, gasping, held in a tangle of limbs and sweat and breathless silence.
It’s not just sex.
It’s not even just love.
It’s everything.
And I never want to leave this moment.
ChapterThirty-Seven
Eddie
They’re still under me—Barret trembling between us, Cleo flushed and spent, eyes glassy with everything we just poured into her.
And, fuck, I love them.
Barret lets out a soft sound, more exhale than voice, his forehead resting against her shoulder.He’s gone pliant in the best way, boneless and blissed out, body still twitching in the aftermath.Cleo’s fingers are in his hair, stroking slowly, her other hand trailing lazy circles over his back.Her smile is soft and a little dazed.She looks like home.
No, she’s our home.
I ease out of Barret slowly, whispering a low, “Shhh, I’ve got you,” when he gasps at the stretch giving way.He clenches instinctively, his breath catching in his throat, and I kiss the back of his neck, grounding him.
“Just me, baby.You’re okay.”
