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Chapter 43: Tyler

Idon’t care what the paperwork says.

I’m married.

Cassidy’s laughter fills the bedroom as I crawl over her, playfully kissing her neck. She tugs on my shirt, her legs wrapping around my waist.

“You’re doing a terrible job pushing me away,” I tell her, my lips brushing her sensitive skin to make her shudder.

“Maybe I don’t want to push you away,” Cassidy replies, flashing me a coy smile before looking at Jackson and Marcus as they sit nearby. “We can’t celebrate with champagne, but…”

Jackson lifts his eyebrow at her. “Got something else in mind?”

“Of course, I do,” Cassidy says before leaning up to crash her lips against mine.

I groan and cup her cheek, kissing her deeper as she pulls me down closer with her thighs. Heat courses through my body, but I don’t speed things up and strip her clothes off.

She’s ours to cherish and protect.

I’m going to treat her as such.

I unwind myself from her thighs and pull her up onto her knees as the guys and I surround her.

With a knowing smile, she turns her head to kiss each one of us, her hands roaming across our chests, faces, and necks.

I move behind her and kiss the back of her neck, my hands settling on her hips.

Jackson slides his hand up the front of her shirt, while Marcus strokes her cheek.

She melts under our touch without protest.

“Take your shirts off,” she breathes out.

I tug mine off and drop it to the side before helping the others peel off her blouse, leaving her in a white bra. I kiss the spot between her shoulder blades as I unhook her bra, letting the others slide it off her.

Jackson lowers his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth.

Cassidy gasps and drops her head back against my shoulder, using me for support as Marcus joins in and rolls her other nipple between his fingertips. “Tyler, please…”

“What do you want, beautiful?” I ask her, my hands remaining on her hips.

“Touch me,” she begs me as she places her hand over mine and guides it under the waist of her skirt.

My cock strains against my jeans, but I breathe through the desire and remain steady. For now. It’s hard to control myself around her.

My hand slides into her panties, my fingertips grazing her clit. I rub steady circles, feeling her hips buck against my hand as she chases the friction.

“You are so perfect,” Jackson murmurs to her as he kisses his way up her chest to her neck.

Cassidy moans, pushing herself back against my cock as she reaches for Marcus’ and Jackson’s belts.

They help her out, undoing their belts and pants for her so that she can easily push her hands into their briefs to stroke them.

“Fuck,” Jackson breathes out.

“Just like that,” Marcus says as he rocks into her grip. He captures her lips in another heated kiss, muffling her moans as I push two fingers inside of her.

My cock aches at the sensation. I’ve missed being inside of her so damn badly that it nearly dizzies me, but I’m still going to hold off for now.