I groaned, still inside her, slipping my hand to lace with Jer’s over her belly. “Always.”
Luna whimpered, half delirious, nails dragging down both our arms. “Don’t... pull out. Please... not yet.”
Jer kissed her jaw, his hips still buried against mine. “I know, honey. But we’ve gotta... ”
He groaned, shuddering, then slowly—painfully slowly—he started to ease back.
The second his cock slid out, her walls clamped down harder around me, milking me one last time. Jer’s come, mixed with mine, spilled in thick streams down her slit, coating my cock even before I pulled free.
“Fuuuck... ” I hissed, finally slipping out of her swollen hole.
She looked down at the mess with wide, hazy eyes and let out a broken laugh. “It’s everywhere.”
“That’s because we gave you every damn drop.” Jer swiped a thick trail of cum from her thigh with his thumb, then brought it to his mouth, sucking it clean with a groan.
I exhaled hard, still catching my breath, then reached for her. “C’mere.”
She whimpered as I gently shifted her body, turning her in my arms until she was facing me. Her chest pressed againstmine, skin flushed, trembling. I wrapped my arms around her back, holding her close, grounding her as her legs tangled with mine.
“You’re ours, Luna girl,” I murmured against her damp temple, voice rough with emotion and everything else I couldn’t say.
Her lips curled into the tiniest smile, her voice shaking but sure. “I’ll take it. All of it. Always.”
Jer flopped down on her other side, still catching his breath, and threw an arm across both of us. “Good.”
Luna lay across my chest, and I smoothed a hand down her back, memorizing every curve, before whispering, “I got you. Let me take care of you now.”
I kissed her temple and lifted her limp body into my arms. She was so small like that, trusting me even in her exhaustion, and it broke something open inside me.
The bathroom light glowed softly as I set her down and pulled a clean towel from the rack. I wiped her gently.
“Shower,” I murmured, pressing one last kiss to her hairline. “I’ll bring clothes.”
She nodded and gave me that soft, drowsy smile.
I stepped out and found Jer in the kitchen, slouched on a chair, towel slung low on his hips, hair sticking to his forehead. He looked gutted—hands clasped tight between his knees, shoulders trembling like he was holding too much inside.
For a second, I stood there, watching him. Watching the man who loved her as much as I did, the man who had carried pieces of her I never could. My throat burned, and before I could stop myself, the words were out.
“I wanna marry her.”
His head snapped up. His eyes, dark and rimmed red, found mine. For a moment, he didn’t move, and I almost thought I’d said too much.
But then his chest hitched, and he let out this broken laugh, shaking his head. “Fuck,” he rasped, dragging a hand over his face. “You just said that out loud.”
“Yeah,” I whispered, stepping closer, the floor cool under my bare feet. “Because it’s the truth. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my whole damn life.”
“Me too. I want to marry her, too.”
From the bathroom, the shower hissed, and her voice floated out, humming some broken little tune. The sound cut through us, the sound of the only home either of us had ever really known.
We looked at each other then—not as rivals, not as men tearing each other apart for the same woman—but as brothers bound by her. By love.
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Two Months Later
