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But I didn’t have any idea how to start that, and it wasn’t exactly something I could search. How do you start having sex with the infernally hot husbands you married for a business agreement?

“So… is this what you do?” I asked, gesturing to the screen. “Watch TV?”

“Honestly, no,” Cameron said. “We work more than we should, though we’re trying to get better. We do sometimes watch movies, but I’d like to do it more often.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want to do, then? I can fit in around whatever your routine is.”

Everett settled on the couch nearby. “It might be time for some new routines. At the very least, we’ll pick a movie until you’re fucking fed.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Sure you don’t have that feeding fetish?”

He looked at me, but there was the slightest tilt to his mouth that showed his amusement. “Careful.”

It didn’t feel like a threat. It felt like teasing. Teasing with my husbands. In Micah’s words, I could work with that.

21

TARO

(ANGEL WINGS, ELEPHANT EAR)

MEANING: GREAT JOY AND DELIGHT

OCEAN

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Iwoke in stages. First, just noticing I wasn’t asleep anymore. Then noticing I was squished in a weird way. Where the hell was I?

A warm body pressed up against mine, and everything came back in a rush. We’d all fallen asleep on the couches last night. Micah insisted on curling himself around me, and I didn’t tell him no. Because I loved it.

My brain felt tired in that way it did when you slept hard. I don’t remember the last time I slept so deeply, even while being on a couch.

Slowly, sleepily, I opened my eyes. Micah’s skin was close, reminding me that he stripped his shirt off before wrapping us both in the blankets. I inhaled the rich scent of him—the sweet softness of chocolate and the bitterness of caramel. It was sharper right now. And further down our bodies, Micah was hard.

They wouldn’t laugh at me. I knew that now. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t nervous at the prospect of sex with three Alphas who were nearly fucking perfect.

Still, just being this close to him made me happy. There was a scar on his collarbone. I wondered how he’d gotten it. Micah had tattoos too, but they were on the forearms currently wrapped around me, so I couldn’t get a closer look. One peeked over his shoulder, but I wasn’t going to be able to look at that one either. I settled for moving as slowly as I could to touch the small scar.

A tiny imperfection.

It made me smile.

All at once a soft purr came to life in Micah’s chest, and because of the way he was wrapped around me, I felt it everywhere.

“Morning,” he whispered without opening his eyes.

“Morning.” I still had my finger on his scar, rubbing it with the tip of my finger. “I’m sorry if I woke you.”

“Mmm.” The sound was low in his throat. “I don’t mind. My wife is touching me. I don’t want to miss it.”

I was glad his eyes were still closed because my face turned red. “How did you get this?”

“Hiking with my brothers,” he murmured, shifting us closer so his lips brushed my temple. “We were being typical teenage boys and not at all careful. I decided to climb a bunch of rocks. Turns out those rocks weren’t stable, and I got caught in the mess of them sliding down the mountain we were on. Broke my leg, had a few other injuries. For whatever reason that one decided to scar. I have a few others if you want to see them.”

“You have brothers?”

Micah opened his eyes then. “I do. Three of them. One older, two younger. The younger two live back east, the older one is overseas with his pack.”

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