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And then I feel my dick jerk and spurt after spurt of my release hits her fluttering walls.

I lean over and whisper in her ear. “That’s my pussy. Mine and the boys and if anybody ever tries to touch it, I’ll kill them. You’re my fantasy, baby girl. You’re every damn thing I’ve ever wanted. My dream girl.”

She falls to the bed, her body coated with sweat, shivering and yet she smiles and looks over her shoulder, marks from our lovemaking on her throat and breasts and it’s the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen.

“You’re so pretty like this but right now you need some rest. We’ll figure the rest of this stuff out tomorrow.”

Reid goes to the bathroom and comes back with a warm cloth, cleaning her up as we all tuck her under the covers around us. She sighs and cuddles into me.

And I hold her until her breath softens and deepens, her body going limp.

I whisper in her ear, “I love you, princess. Always.”

And Reid and Max smile and kiss her shoulder and anywhere else they can reach. Because they love her as well.

She’s ours and she’s never gonna get away from us.

CHAPTER 14

Courtney

I wake disoriented and don’t recognize anything about the room that I’m in.

But then I see the guys piled up around me and smile. I’m with them where I belong.

My brow furrows. And then I realize that what woke me was my phone going off.

I grab it and tiptoe out of the room. “Hello?” I whisper, trying to keep my eyes on the guys in the bed.

“Courtney Monroe? This is your alarm service. There’s been a break-in at your house. The police are already there and waiting for you. They need you to go through the house and see if anything was taken.”

“Shit!” I grab my dress from the floor and my panties and bra, finding only one of my damn shoes. I can’t find the other.

I guess I’m going shoeless.

I run out the door and smile when I manage to make it without hearing one single stirring from the guys. They need their rest. This is the police. I’ll be safer than if I was with them.

I call my car and fifteen minutes later, I’m on my way and biting my fingernails, surprised that I’m not more shocked.

But going by the problems we’ve been having with the system it’s not really that shocking that someone got through it.

My driver pulls up outside the house and my brow crinkles. There are no lights on in the house and there’s only one car in the driveway and it’s mine.

I glance over at the driver who looks back at me suspiciously. “I thought you said the police were here?”

“That’s what they told me.”

“Why don’t I wait here for a few minutes?”

I nod my head. “That might be best.”

I step out and carefully walk up my driveway, my eyes darting back and forth. An uneasy feeling pings in my belly. I know that I was trying to be nice to the guys but I feel like maybe I’ve made a gigantic mistake.

I reach the door and it swings open when I barely touch it. I feel a little niggling suspicion that tells me not to go near that place.

But I ignore it and head deeper into the house. It looks like somebody’s been working on this place and my eyes study the room as I push inside. My shoes and stuff are piled up in the center of the room and there’s a lighter and gas can next to them.

“I figured you couldn’t resist coming by yourself.”

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