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“I’ll get you warm,” he promises in a mumble.

Gabe returns with a warm, wet cloth he swipes over my face and then my pussy, cleaning me up. Marcus still leaks out of me, but I don’t mind.

He tosses another cloth to Cole, who cleans himself up and adjusts himself back into his sweats.

“Rest, angel,” Marcus orders gently, pulling the covers around me and wrapping his arms around my waist. He tugs me back, my back flush against his chest.

He’s so warm and solid, and I look over at Cole and Gabe and whine.

Gabe chuckles. “What is it, bellissima?”

“Want all of you to cuddle me.”

They don’t protest. Cole climbs on the other side of me, putting a hand on my hip as I nuzzle against his chest.

Gabe perches at the end of the bed, one hand on my ankle.

I let myself drift. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so satisfied.

It should probably scare me how much I want this. How much I want them.

But all I can feel is happy.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

COLE

Margo drifts off to sleep, snoring softly. I brush her slightly frizzy hair out of her face, looking down at the freckles across her nose.

My heart clenches. Fuck.

I’d tried not to get attached. I’d tried to keep this physical, casual. Make it about fulfilling her wishes instead of about claiming her.

But after what just happened? After how we all took her?

“I think I’m in love with her,” Gabe bursts out, and Marcus glares at him.

“Join the club.”

“Maybe we could get jackets,” I joke, but it’s not funny and nobody laughs.

“What are we going to do?” Gabe asks.

“Share?” I suggest, but Marcus’s expression goes dark and stony.

“Tonight was one thing. For good? I don’t know if I can do that,” he says quietly.

“Me either. Not the forever part,” Gabe says mournfully.

I scoff. “You two are a couple of pussies.”

Marcus frowns, lifting his head to look at me over a dead-asleep Margo.

“Since when are you on board with sharing?”

“Since we found out it’s what she wants.”

“So we’re doing this? We’re sharing a girlfriend?” Gabe asks incredulously.