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I fuck her mouth, slowly, picking up the pace until she is spitting and gagging on my cock. For the life of me, I can't stop. I go at it, taking great satisfaction in how her head bobs back and forth, her eyes never leaving mine.

She cries out, her lips still wrapped on me, as Caeleb's pacing increases, the sounds of his shaft slamming into her overriding the roll of credits. We have no idea what's happening on the screen anymore, and honestly, none of us care.

Good thing I booked out the entire hall.

"Oh my God," she moans, the words surrounding and coaxing a string of hot cum from my cock. I can almost visualize her spasming as Caeleb fills her, pumping his seed into her. She intakes a sharp breath, simultaneously puckering her chin like a fish, clamping down on my cock.

It's enough to make me climax. I pull out, barely steadying myself before I drop down on the floor beside her.

Slow claps fill the room. All of us open our eyes in unison, I think, and look at Silas watching us, his erection now hanging lazily in front of him. "That," he says, his lips curled in a smirk, "Was an award-winning performance, in my book."

Emily giggles, though I can see sleep pooling in the corners of her large eyes. "Thank God it's only your book, then."

Silas makes a mock stabbing gesture to his heart.

I take in the sight of Emily, leaning back on the throw, her legs exposed. A trail of silver flows from her core, sticking to her thighs. Her breathing is shallow, her skin flush.

She's beautiful anyway, but right now … I don't think I'll ever find anyone else like her. I don't want to.

But something is nagging at me, and persistently. Perhaps she notices, because those lovely lips curl into a soft, sweet smile. "A penny for your thoughts, Mr. Landry?"

I take her hand in mine, trying to keep the worry at bay, and failing spectacularly. Now that I—we—have found something so special, I would guard it with my life. Transparency may be the best route here, even if the question is a difficult one.

I meant to finish outside. I stroke her chin as she looks into me with luminescent eyes. "Are you … Em, are you sure you're fine with how we do this?"

Perhaps the phrasing could be better, but I don't have the vocabulary for that right now.

She nods, and then sighs. "I—I didn't think I'd ever talk about this, ever. I was pregnant once, years before. I wasn't … it would have been a teenage pregnancy, fueled by a stupid summer romance. I wanted to keep the baby, though."

24

EMILY

My eyes fill with tears as I remember the pain, the loss, the fear. Caeleb, who has come over to where I sit in front of Finn, gently lifts my dress in place and fixes my zipper before covering me with a large coat. Finn pulls me into his arms, back to his chest.

"I—it didn't work out, though. The miscarriage didn't break me, though it was brutal enough. It was the aftermath, the doctor's words. I don't think I'll ever carry another child."

I stop talking, because my throat feels just … too heavy. The words won't come. I've shut down this memory, built a life around that loss, a shield forged of acceptance, maybe even a stoic peace. Flora was the only other person who knew.

Mom would never have been able to handle it.

I never found reason or had the luxury of thinking I'd ever be able to say these words to anyone else, ever. But here we are.

Silas's tone, when he speaks, is unreasonably gentle, to the point that he sounds gruff, like he's not used to speaking this way. "You're safe here, with us. We don't say the words lightly. If we ever—and I mean it—if we ever do something that doesn't sit right with you, tell us. Show us where we go wrong."

Finn drapes an arm over my shoulder. "He's right, although he looks like he's about to cry."

Silas frowns at Finn. "How about you speak up then?"

Finn plants a kiss on my cheek. "I'm not as good as Mr. Wordsmith here, but yes, Em. You belong with us, and we swear to protect you. We can't wipe out what's happened in your past, but we can be part of whatever is going on right now."

Caeleb is watching me with hooded eyes. He dips his head. "We'll always be here for you. All we ask is that you speak your mind, even if it can be scary at times. Don't run from us. If this ends up not working out, for whatever reasons, don't shy away from giving us the truth."

I can sense the unease slipping into the theater. Among the three of them, Caeleb is the one who isn't sure about me. He has solid enough reasons, every time we've been together, just the two of us, I've run from the scene. I haven't given him enough reasons to trust me.

Honestly, though, right now, I can't imagine life without them. I don't know if this is love, because love is … complicated. This feels infinitely easier, whatever it may be, so I'll keep it safe from labels. "Thanks, you guys," I mumble. "You mean more to me than I can ever say."

"Now," Caeleb intones, his eyes glinting. "Are we hungry?"

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