Page 120 of Vegas with my Ex’s Best Friends

I do.

Clothes come off slower than I expect. No urgency. No rush to get past any of it. Liam pulls me onto his lap and holds me there, both hands on my face, his forehead against mine. He’s grinning but his eyes aren’t joking. “You know I’m completely done for, right? There’s no going back for me.”

“I know,” I say.

“Good.” He kisses me once, light. “Just wanted that documented.” Then again, less light.

Liam kisses down my neck, playful even now, teeth catching lightly at my skin just long enough to make me shiver.

“There it is,” he murmurs against my throat, sounding pleased with himself. “Missed that.”

“You miss literally everything dramatic about me.”

“Correct.” Another kiss, lower this time. “But this specifically? Been thinking about it for days.”

I laugh once, breathless, and his grin flashes against my skin like he won something.

Andrew comes up behind me. His hands settle at my hips and he presses a kiss to the back of my shoulder, then my neck, then the space below my ear. He doesn’t say anything because Andrew almost never does, and it doesn’t matter—his hands say everything. He’s here. He’s staying.

Andrew’s hand slides over my stomach before he leans down and presses a kiss there too—brief, almost reverent, like he’s not in a hurry to move.

“Hey,” I whisper, because something about it catches me off guard.

He just looks at me. “Couldn’t help it.”

Ethan’s expression changes at that. Not softer exactly. Worse. Like watching him hold himself together gets harder every second he keeps trying.

He comes off the couch slowly. He sits beside me, cups my face, and looks at me a beat longer. “I love you,” he says. No qualifier, no buildup. Just that.

It catches me off guard the way it always does when he goes simple. I press my palm to his chest. “I love you too. All of you.”

Ethan kisses me like the words cracked something open in him. Controlled for maybe two seconds before it stops being controlled at all.

His hand slides up my thigh, deliberate enough that I feel every inch of it.

“Tell us if anything feels wrong,” he says against my mouth.

Liam makes a quiet sound beside me. “Jesus Christ, that does something to me every time.”

Ethan ignores him completely, eyes still on mine. “I mean it.”

“I know.”

“Good.”

He exhales.

They don’t rush anything.

Liam settles between my thighs first, talking the entire time in that low amused voice that makes it impossible to stay in my head.

“There she is,” he says when I gasp. “Missed that too.”

“Liam—”

“I know, baby. I know.”

His mouth drags thorough licks, devastating between my legs until my hands are tangled in his hair and I can’t keep my hips still anymore.