When he finally releases my mouth, I'm shaking.
"Mine," he rumbles against my lips.
"Yours," I breathe back.
Pedro is the last one standing at the foot of the bed, watching with those sharp hazel eyes that miss nothing. He hesitates—always the cautious one, always holding back.
Not anymore.
I grab the front of his scrubs and drag him down to me.
"Pedro."
His name comes out raw. Desperate.
Something in him breaks. His mouth finds mine, and all that careful control he always wears just shatters. His tongue traces my bottom lip, asking permission before sweeping inside to explore every inch.
A moan escapes me. His hand slides up to grip the back of my neck, fingers threading through my hair. He tilts my head, adjusting the angle.
"Like this?" His voice is rough against my lips.
"Yes." I barely recognize my own voice. "Please."
His other hand spans my ribcage, palm warm and possessive against my skin. His thumb brushes just beneath my breast, and I arch into him without thinking.
"You want more?"
"Yes." The word comes out broken. "Don't stop."
He doesn't. His mouth claims mine again, deeper this time, more certain. His thumb traces higher, teasing, and I make a sound that's half plea, half demand.
When he finally pulls back, we're both shaking. His pupils are blown wide, chest heaving like he just ran a mile.
That's when the tears come.
They spill down my cheeks in hot, messy tracks, and I can't stop them. Don't want to stop them. My chest heaves with sobs I didn't know I was holding in, and my nose is running, and I'm probably a complete disaster right now.
"Happy tears." I wipe my face with the back of my hand, but more keep coming.
"Good." Carlos produces a tissue from somewhere, and hands it to me with that gentle smile. "Because sad tears would be really awkward right now."
I laugh. It comes out watery and bright and completely unromantic as I blow my nose loud enough to wake the neighbors.
But none of them are laughing at me. They're just... watching. Like I'm something beautiful instead of a sobbing mess.
"I love you." I look at each of them in turn, making sure they hear it. Making sure they know. "All of you. Separately and together and in every possible combination. I love you."
Sergio's arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me back against his chest.
"We love you too." His voice is rough with emotion. "Now rest. We have the rest of our lives to figure out the details."
I want to rest. I really do. My body is exhausted, wrung out, pushed to limits I didn't know existed.
But the heat has other plans.
It starts as a low simmer in my belly. A familiar ache that builds with each passing second, growing hotter and more insistent until I'm squirming against Sergio's chest.
"Again?" Carlos sounds equal parts impressed and dismayed. "Already?"
