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I feel like I’m riding the best high of my life.

Someone grabs a handful of my hair and I whimper as my head gets yanked up until I'm on my knees again. Q holds my hips, keeping me upright as Hunter grabs my chin and forces my mouth open again.

My face is dripping with Link’s cum, but the others have decided they want to add theirs to it because all three of them step closer, aiming their cocks at my face and finding their release.

Their sexy grunts and groans have me clenching around Q, their cum spraying me in the mouth, face, and tits.

When they're done, Hunter lets go of my face. I swallow what they managed to get into my mouth and grin, wiping at my face with my dress, knowing I look like a fucking mess right now.

“I fucking love you,” Hunter chuckles.

“You look so fucking sexy covered in our cum, Little Bird.”

“Thanks.” I smile, slumping back against Q.

He pulls out, and I feel his cum gushing out of me. Travis leans in and fixes my dress. Not that it’s going to do much help, I’m covered in their release.

“Come on, my love.” Q scoops me up. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

He kisses the top of my head, and I close my eyes, settling into his hold. One by one I feel the others kiss my head too.

Happy tears spill free as we walk back to the warehouse in silence. To think, this almost was taken away from me, that I almost had a life without them in it, is unbearable.

Never again. It’s us against the world, and I know we will stop at nothing to make sure it stays that way.

Chapter 23

Raven

Ilet out a delicious groan as I stretch my arms above my head. Last night was perfect. To have my guys all at once again like that, even if it might seem fucked up to others, was everything to me.

Sitting up, I blink the sleep away. My brows furrow when I realize that I’m alone in the room.

There’s a note on the pillow next to me, and I raise a single brow when I see Link’s handwriting telling me to go shower.

“Rude.” I lift my arm and give myself a sniff. “I don’t fucking stink.”

But after last night, I really could use a shower. So, I get up and go take one.

When I’m done, I wrap the towel around me and groan as my hands brush against my breasts. They are filled with milk. Why didn’t the guys wake me up so I could pump or feed Haisley?

Speaking of Haisley, I’m starting to get a little concerned. The house is quiet. Too quiet.

Padding across the hallway, back to my room, I check my phone and see it’s ten am. “What the hell.”

Quickly, I throw on some underwear, sweats, and one of the guy’s shirts before I leave to check their rooms. All are empty. “What the fuck.”

“Hello!” I yell as I jog down the stairs. “Where the hell is everyone?

Chomper barks, meeting me at the bottom. He sits, panting with his tongue out. “Where are your daddies?” I ask him, giving his head a scratch.

Not in the living room or the kitchen. With my phone in my hand, I dial Hunter’s number. “Hey, Little Mouse. You up?”

“Yes. And at home alone, apparently. Where is everyone? And where are my babies? I need to feed Haisley.”

“She’s already happy with a full belly. We warmed up one of the bottles from the fridge. Just pump, then get your sexy ass down to the warehouse. Quinton is on his way back to grab you.”

“Wait. So none of you are here? You actually left me alone?” I’m slightly offended seeing everything we’ve been through the past year. Honestly, I’ve grown dependent on having one of them with me at all times, even if I couldn’t see them.

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