It’s that final thought that sends me over the edge.
I cry out, careening over the tippy top of an orgasm, shaking and spitting and pulsating and crying. The fall is exquisite, every part of me releasing simultaneously as I spasm around my men.They guide me through it, taking care to not break pace until they’re sure I’m well and truly sated.
Ty groans, head thrown back, coming again. Noah curses, and this time, I hold back my laugh. I’m so tight and swollen I’m worried I could dislodge one of them if I even breathe too hard. Mercer’s release floods my mouth last, salty and earthy in a way that makes me desperate to swallow and lick him clean.
I’m a puddle of satisfaction as each man pulls out and the three of them work together to quietly clean me and help me sit up.
I’m wrapped safely in Tytus’s arms when Noah leans over and kisses me on the forehead.
Mercer hovers over me next, cupping my chin and kissing me fiercely. He dips his tongue into my mouth, and when I meet him, feeding him the remnants of his release, he moans.
When he finally pulls away, he smirks and wipes at the corner of my mouth with his thumb. “Well done, all. Clearly, we work best as a team.”
Chapter sixty-two
Tytus
Pulse hammering, I stop at the base of the stairs, scratching at the back of my neck.
Noah wanders over, pulling his sweatpants higher on his hips and tightening the drawstring. “You okay?”
When I don’t answer right away, he steps up in front of me, frowning.
“Ty?”
That single syllable breaks through the anxiety engulfing me, making me smile.
No one except Atty and Sawyer ever calls me Ty.
Until now.
“What if we slept upstairs tonight?” I rush out before I lose my nerve. “All of us, in the big bed?”
Brows lifted, he considers me. Then, with a thoughtful nod, he scratches at his chin. “I’m not sure Merce is up for climbing the stairs—”
“What am I not up for?” Mercer steps into the foyer with Sawyer tucked under his good arm.
“Forget it,” I grumble. “I had an idea, but it can wait. I only want to do it if we can all be together.”
All three of them fall into stunned silence, focus fixed on me.
My chest constricts. I—I can’t believe I just admitted that out loud.
Fuck that. I can believe it. A fundamental shift has occurred over the last few days.
We’re doing this. I can trust this.
Hell, I fucking want this—what we have now and all possibilities of what we’ll share in the years to come. I want my life to be deeply and irrevocably intertwined with the three people standing in this room. I want to be part of this family, now and forever.
“Tytus suggested we all sleep upstairs in my room,” Noah says when I’m too caught up in my thoughts to answer. “I didn’t know if you could handle the stairs.”
Mercer’s brows jump toward his hairline. “Sleeping in your room is okay with you?”
Noah nods.
Expression warming, Mercer catches my attention. “I can make it up the stairs, no problem. I want all of us to be together, too. I’ll follow your lead.”
I grasp Sawyer’s hand and pull her closer, kissing the tops of her knuckles.
