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One last day. An ache traveled through my chest with the reminder.

We needed to make it count.

Chapter 26

Landon

Callum decided he’d had enough time for his breakfast to settle, and I hopped up to join him, the sweetest most delicious anxiety fluttering in my belly.

I glanced down at Zack, who simply smirked up at us, and I huffed, hands on my hips.

He shaded his eyes while peering up at me. “Someone’s needy,” he said with a chuckle.

“Always,” I hissed, keeping my voice low since other beach loungers enjoyed the atmosphere as well.

“I’m kind of comfy out here. Think I might take a nap.”

I growled—literally rumbled my chest in displeasure even though I felt sure Zack teased.

He snickered. Damn him and that yummy curl of his lips leaking the beautiful sound of his happiness.

I glanced around, thankful that those in close proximity didn’t pay us any mind enough to note the semi-tent in my swim trunks.

Zack stood as though sensing my unease. “Sorry,” he murmured, all trace of joking gone from his tone. “I love riling you up, but this isn’t really the place for that.”

Nodding, I glanced at Callum, who watched Zack closely. Whether he didn’t trust the man with my past and how it affected me whenever in public, I wasn’t sure. Callum loved me, would protect me no matter what, even if it meant denying us the man we both lusted after.

Feeling selfish as fuck, I wasn’t going to allow anyone to deny me anything.

I grabbed hold of both of their hands and started toward the hotel, hellbent on getting what I wanted while I could. If I had my way, Zack would fly into Rhode Island rather than Boston. He would never leave us, sell off his condo, and have a moving company pack up his stuff and ship it to my house.

He belonged with us, and I wasn’t sure how to make him see that fact.

We’d made peace between us on that private beach, but I was determined for him to recognize on his own that we belonged together.

Hopefully, spending the rest of the day in bed together would open his eyes to everything that we could be, the three of us having our own happy ending. And to start things off, I was going to have my number one fantasy fulfilled, exactly as I’d requested not long after sprawling on the warm sand.

My ass ached to be filled by both of them. Zack refused to fuck without a condom regardless of proof we were all negative, so Callum’s cum would have to be enough to sate my desire to leak evidence of my being loved.

Perhaps it was Zack’s stubbornness to keep a final barrier between us since the others had seemed to weaken with each passing day, but I would honor his boundary. It would be for the best since technically we were still nothing more than client and client’s lover to him.

I admired how he cared for himself, protected his health, but that didn’t lessen my disappointment.

Callum had told me Zack wouldn’t bottom for him and the reasons he’d expected held Zack back from the intimacy of being penetrated. The best I could do? Demand Zack lay on our bed where he would have to let Callum control our dynamic.

Zack stroked his thick cock, his hazel eyes hazed over with the lust I’d felt coming off him in waves throughout the morning. He wanted us as badly as I did two dicks stretching my hole. “Come up here, baby.”

I clambered atop him, but he spun me around in a sixty-nine position, hands on my ass cheeks.

“Gotta get you ready for us.” He dove in without further ado, and I cursed as he shoved his stiff tongue right past my ring.

“Oh fuck.” I hung my head, already panting, and we’d only just begun.

Callum moved around the room—bedside table drawer opened. Something hit the mattress beside where I planked over Zack.

“Give me your dick to suck on,” I begged, dragging my eyes open to find my best friend watching Zack eat my ass, his cock in hand.

Callum crawled over Zack’s legs, straddling his knees, offering me his dripping slit.

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