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"Emily," I say, taking her hands in mine. "I've been silly, and stupid, and so afraid to let myself have this. But you're right. This is our reality. It might be unconventional as hell, but it's ours. If you'll have us, if you'll let us belong with you, then I'm in. All in."

"Me too," Caeleb grunts.

"Yeah, same," Finn butts in.

The answering smile that blooms on Emily's face lights up the whole room. She laughs, a watery, joyous sound, then pulls me into another crushing hug. I hear the click of a door hinge and the familiar sounds of Caleb and Finn clearing their throats.

"Guess this means group hug time?" Finn calls out, that familiar lopsided grin back in place.

We tangle together, laughter and happy tears bubbling up all together. In that messy, beautiful embrace, I feel like I'm finally home.

35

EMILY

After some time, all of us talk about … well … everything. I tell the men about my pregnancy, going to New York, how I quit modeling because I wanted to return here to care for the vineyard and leave an estate behind for my child. I tell them about the note Flora and I found behind the picture of the old woman. Finn isn't surprised. He, in turn, reveals a lot about my father's childhood and how hard it was.

"Do you think he hid all of it from me because he thought I wouldn't understand?" I ask them, a little sadly. Dusk is now upon us, with the living room awash in the silvery afterglow of the fading light.

"Maybe," Silas replies. "Or maybe he was just an asshole father, but he wanted to make it up to you two in the end. Whatever it was, it's brought you here."

True enough. It has.

"What will you do with the money, once you retrieve it?"

"Well, I think the first business will be getting AgriCorp out of the game," I say thoughtfully.

"That'll be easy," Finn retorts. "Now that you know Verona is behind all of it, you can get her talking. And if she talks …"

"AgriCorp leaves the vineyard alone without me needing to waste any money on them," I finish for him, clapping my hands in delight.

A quick call to Uncle Clevens solidifies this. I can actually use the money to pay all the workers, fix the issues that have been impacting the vineyard, plus keep some for all of us. Flora's going to be over the moon.

"This calls for a celebration, you know?" Caeleb laughs.

I look into his eyes. "What do you have in mind?"

The smile doesn't leave his lips as he extends a hand to me. "I can think of some stuff."

Together, they lead me to the bedroom.

Silas rips away the buttons of my blouse, pulling it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. The men back me into the room, leaning me against a table. Silas bows down to bury his face in my chest, undoing my bra so he can suck on my nipples, one at a time.

Shockwaves of pleasure run through me as they fondle, tease, touch, lick me, claiming every inch of my skin and soul.

Silas's hands reach under my skirt, grabbing my ass. His fingers search for the zipper. Once he finds it, he undoes it, and the skirt falls. I'm in nothing save my stockings, a thong, and my heels. A soft moan leaves me as I reach for his belt and undo it, pulling down his pants and boxers. His cock pops out, erect and ready for action. I've never been more willing.

He pushes the shaft toward my pelvis. I kiss his lips and whisper in his ear, "Fuck me like you mean it."

That must have been what he wanted to hear. Slowly, he pulls my panties down before sliding his cock into my slippery channel. I groan as he fills my tightness, clenching so I can grip him harder, heightening my own arousal. He fucks me until my breath becomes short. With his cock still in me, he picks me up, sitting me down on the edge of the table. My head rolls back as his pace builds and his words come out in grunts. He grabs my breasts, fondling them, growling out my name as his cock slams in and out.

"Fuck, I've missed this," he says, one hand moving up and curling around my neck. "I've missed you." He runs his tongue over my nipples, then moves up to my neck, to my earlobe. "It'd be a crime if you made us miss this ever again."

"What would my punishment be?" I ask breathlessly, my legs lolling helplessly as his pace builds to an impossible frenzy. My muscles begin clenching around him. I can barely hold it together.

"This," he snarls, pulling out of me entirely.

"No," I moan. "No, please, don't stop."

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