Page 135 of Ten Hammers

Axel and…?

“Treat her well,” Gavin calls. I can hear the distinct sound of Diesel’s truck’s motor.

“Diesel?” I ask. My ass clenches and I shiver with delight. But as much as my inner nympho is screeching kinky kinky kinky!, my heart is quietly protesting that I’m focusing on the wrong thing - the secret gifts are all about love, not sex.

“I’m going to help you into the truck, if that’s okay?” Diesel asks, sounding oddly stiff and formal. He walks me around to the passenger’s side.

Once on the road, we talk and laugh and listen to music from our high school days, and I lose complete track of the time.

When he pulls onto a dirt road, I feel a confusing familiarity. And then he stops the car, parks, and says, “We’re here. Wait a moment, and your next Prince Charming will be here to escort you the rest of the way.”

I’m still blindfolded when Axel opens my door and takes my hand. He takes the blindfold off as soon as my feet hit the ground.

I blink into his gorgeous face, unable to hide my curiosity when I realize where we are.

As twilight descends, a soft palette of purples and pinks paints both the sky and the field where Max and I made love.

I can’t believe my eyes. It’s like the glamping site where the triplets took me, but a million times better. There’s a fire pit, a gazebo, what looks like it could be a dance floor, surrounded by pots overflowing with flowers. The gazebo itself is a simple metal structure, but draped in gorgeous fabrics that ruffle in the soft breeze. Twinkling fairy lights are woven through the gazebo’s canopy, creating a magical night-scape.

My heart is caught in my throat as I take it all in, disbelief rolling through me that this part of the field has been transformed into something truly beautiful. It is the kind of magical place where time stands still, and the world outside ceases to exist, just as I hoped it would become the night I spent here with Max.

I turn to Axel, my heart swelling with gratitude and love, and find him watching me with a quiet intensity. “You like it, Win?”

I run into his arms. “I love it.”

He kisses me, pulling me tighter against him, and I melt in his arms, molding myself to his body.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about our camping trip date, Sweetheart. We have so many memories together, you and I, but fuck me, Win. That night was something else. You’re something else.”

I’m smiling so hard. My heart is absolutely filled to the brim with love.

He kisses me gently, and whispers against my lips, “We never had a chance to have another foursome before you chose your final Hammer, though.”

My thighs clench, automatically. “Ye-es,” I agree, slowly. “That’s true, but our time never ran out because I never had to choose.”

“And if you were to choose, perhaps this time from among all of us, who might you want to have your next foursome with?”

I swallow hard. “Do you mean… tonight?”

“If you like.”

My cheeks heat as my mind scrolls through all ten of my gorgeous men.

“I have to pick only…how many?”

He laughs as he drops kisses along my jawline. “How many of us are you ready to handle, sweetheart?”

I scoff, but my stomach flips over. “All of you.”

He raises a brow. “Is that so?”

I raise a brow back at him, as if in a challenge.

He smirks. “You really think so?”

I roll my eyes, as if to say, obviously, but it’s really because I can’t speak. Because oh, my God, what is happening right now? Are we really having this conversation? And what does it mean?

I glance around for Diesel, and only then do I notice that he’s gone, and so is his truck.

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