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“What?” Wren asked.

“You heard him,” Ghost growled. He was drooling just thinking about how good she was going to taste as she rode his mouth. “I need to taste you.” She shyly slid up his body, letting him feel how wet she already was for them, and when she satherself on his mouth, he grabbed handfuls of her ass with his good hand. He ate her while Buck watched, and damn if that didn’t turn him inside out with need.

Buck suck Wren’s nipples into his mouth as he kissed his way down her body, and when he settled between Ghost’s legs, he nearly bucked off the fucking bed.

“What are you doing?” Ghost asked.

“I’m going to take care of you while you’re taking care of our girl,” Buck said, flashing his wolfish grin. Ghost growled out his breath when Buck grabbed his erection, jerking him off in his big hand. And when he wrapped his fucking mouth around Ghost’s cock, he couldn’t help but moan.

Ghost tried to concentrate on Wren and getting her off, but everything that Buck was doing to him was enough to have him blowing his wad before they even got started. “Fuck,” Ghost growled when Buck sucked him to the back of his throat. “That’s so fucking good.”

Wren whimpered above him, and he could tell that she was on edge, just waiting for him to finish her off. “I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he said. Ghost dug his hand into her fleshy ass as he flicked his tongue over her clit. Wren rode his mouth with a new fever, and when she found her release, she shouted out his name. Ghost felt something akin to satisfaction when she smiled down at him, and damn if he didn’t lose another little piece of his heart to the woman.

Buck seemed to take Ghost finding his release as a personal vendetta. He worked him in and out of his mouth, and when Ghost couldn’t take any more, he tried to pull free from Buck’s mouth, but his guy wasn’t having it.

“I’m going to come,” Ghost shouted.

“Good,” Buck said around his cock. He pumped Ghost’s dick in and out of his hot mouth until he was coming in hot ropes down his throat. Wren sat on the bed next to him, watching thewhole thing, and he was amazed at how normal the whole scene felt.

“You like watching me swallow Ghost’s release?” he asked.

“I did,” she almost whispered.

“Come here,” Buck ordered. Ghost watched as Wren shimmied her way down the bed to Buck, doing exactly what he asked her to do. He laid her back against the mattress, and Ghost leaned over to gently kiss her lips, knowing that she’d be able to taste herself on him.

“I’m going to fuck you, baby,” Buck said. “You good with that?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.” Ghost liked hearing her beg. It was hot, and he couldn’t wait for his fucking shoulder to heal so he’d be able to hear her begging for him to take her.

Buck let his gym shorts drop to the floor as he pulled Wren down to meet his cock. He stood on the edge of the bed, plunging balls deep into their woman as she cried out his name. Ghost tilted her head up to meet his gaze, loving the way that she watched him while Buck fucked her. She was so fucking hot and all theirs. That thought did wicked things to his head.

“I love you,” she whimpered to Ghost. “Both of you,” she said, looking back at Buck.

“Love you too, sweetheart,” Ghost breathed.

“Love you both,” Buck said as he pumped into Wren’s pussy, setting a punishing pace. “I’m not going to last,” he said. “Get her off, Ghost,” he ordered. God, he loved his bossy man.

Ghost snaked his good hand down her body and ran the pad of his thumb over her clit, making Wren moan out his name. Every time she said his name, it felt like he was coming home. Being with the two of them felt like his home now, and that wasn’t something he’d take for granted again—ever. He was done hiding his feelings for Buck and done running fromhappiness. He and Wren both belonged to Buck now, and that wasn’t something that he’d ever change.

Ghost watched as Buck lost himself inside of Wren, and all Ghost could think about was doing the same. He wanted them both—all of them- and he knew that getting his fill of them would never happen.

The three of them collapsed onto the bed together, a tangled mesh of arms and legs, and it was perfect. Snow fell outside the clubhouse, and the war finally seemed to be over. The three of them curled together beneath a pile of blankets. Ghost's injured shoulder kept him mostly pinned in place as Wren tucked herself against his good side. Buck settled close enough so that Ghost could feel his steady heartbeat.

Ghost hadn't believed in happy endings, not for men like him, but lying there between the two people he loved most, listening to their breathing slowly even out as sleep claimed them, he started to wonder if maybe he'd been wrong. Maybe this wasn't the end of the story. Maybe it was the beginning, and that gave him more hope than he had had in a damn long time.

Wren

For the first time in days, Wren woke up warm. She wasn’t trapped in a cage or running for her life. She didn’t have to wonder if she’d survive until morning because she was warm and safe between her two guys. That realization hit her before she even opened her eyes. A heavy arm rested across her waist, and another hand was tangled with hers beneath the blankets. A steady heartbeat sounded against her cheek that made Wren smile.

She immediately froze when the memory came rushing back of the two of them running into the warehouse fire to rescue the hostages. She remembered the confessions from Buck and Ghost telling her that they loved her.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, and the sunlight streamed through the curtains. Snow covered the world outside, and Buck was asleep. The sight nearly stopped her heart. The man who looked like he had been carved from granite while awake somehow looked younger while sleeping. His arm remained draped protectively across her waist even in sleep as if he couldn't help himself. It was like his body naturally gravitated toward protecting her.

A warm chuckle sounded behind her, and she twisted carefully to find that Ghost was awake, watching her. His injured shoulder rested against a pile of pillows while amusement danced in his pale eyes. "Morning, sweetheart."

Heat instantly flooded her cheeks, and Ghost's grin widened. "That's adorable."

"What is?" she asked.