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I came apart, my clit pulsing and my pussy clenching tight.

Wetness gushed all over Mason’s face and my nails dug into Micah’s taut biceps as I clung to him for dear life.

Before I could even process the high of my orgasm, Micah flipped me over, dragging me down Mason’s body until I was sinking down onto his massive cock, gasping with the feeling of him relentlessly pushing so deep inside of my sensitive core.

“Oh, shit. Fuck. I can’t. I’m—” My voice was hardly intelligible.

Mason groaned low, his palms skimming up my trembling thighs.

Head spinning, tingles racing across my naked skin, borderline delirious with pleasure…

Micah didn’t waste time grabbing lube from the nightstand and slicking up his cock with it before bending me forward, urging me to arch my back deeper, my ass available for him to fuck.

Micah slowly, torturously worked his cock inside of me, making me shake harder.

“That’s so fucking good, Dakota,” he grunted. “Such a good girl, letting both of us fuck you like this.”

I could barely breathe through the fullness. He hadn’t prepped me hardly any, but I was an angel now. I could withstand more.

His hips rolled forward, his cock pumping in and out of me, everything so tight and full between my thighs I could hardly keep myself upright. I slumped forward against Mason, my belly flipping with the brutal depth.

Both of them were fucking me in truth now.

Micah’s hips snapping against my ass, Mason’s flexing upward, dragging along my sensitive walls. Bouncing me between them like I weighed nothing.

And I loved both of them. Both of these men who’d been together longer than I’d been alive, who carried an entire history together that pulled them apart just as strong as it pushed them together.

I was so aroused, so overwhelmed, stuffed obscenely full…

A second orgasm knotted tighter and tighter in my core, warmth building low in my belly, until it finally crested and flooded over me.

Mason rocked his hips upward, gritting his teeth, his dick pulsing as cum drenched my pussy. I clenched around him and Micah both, pleasure wrecking my senses.

Micah was still fucking me, making my pussy clamp down on Mason harder, sweat beginning to drip down my spine. It was slick between my chest and Mason’s chest, misting across our unmarred skin. The scar on the bottom of my foot had disappeared upon my transformation—and I almost missed it. That day stomping out of the ocean, slapping Mason’s face, running away from him, glass digging into my foot and blood dripping, him bandaging me in the car.

I only had the memories of it now.

The first day he held me underwater…

Micah thrust in deep one final time as he came, the force of his orgasm extending my own pleasure.

He then leaned over me to kiss my spine, tongue flickering over my sweaty skin.

Mason kissed my collarbone at the same time.

It filled my soul up with the hope I’d been lacking all my life.

Maybe…

For so long, I’d believed I needed to hold them together with both hands, that my decisions were essential to make them be truthful to each other. But lying here between their powerful bodies, I understood I couldn’t do this last part for them.

So deeply in my blood I feared that this was temporary. I feared that the things which had broken them apart could never be overlooked, and we would never settle into the life I wanted us to have. Because it wasn’t fully up to me. As stubborn as I could be, as much as I wanted this, I wasn’t guaranteed my happy ending.

They needed to find each other again, without me. I couldn’t fix everything.

Whatever still lived between Mason and Micah had to be spoken where I couldn’t follow.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE