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I didn’t have an answer, and I didn’t care. They could keep this up all night and into the morning, and I would be perfectly content.

Lincoln grunted, changing his angle and lifting both my legs so they rested on his shoulders. My bottom came off the ground, giving me no choice but to let both of them have their way with me completely.

Lincoln smacked my rear, making a resounding crack. His hands went to mine, gripping them and pushing them into the ground as he continued to thrust inside me.

His eyes lit up when our gazes met. “Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?”

The husky way his voice came out sent me tipping over the edge. Sawyer kissed me harder, catching every bit of my scream, muffling it so the entire park wouldn’t hear.

Lincoln increased his pace, slamming into me in the most delightful way, making me cry out as he intensified my orgasm. He buried himself to the hilt and grunted as he came with a shuddering moan.

I was so busy coming back down from my high that it took me far too long to realize Lincoln had set my legs back on the ground, and he and Sawyer were switching places.

By the time I peeked my eyes open, Sawyer was stepping out of his jeans and nestling himself between my thighs. He grasped my thigh and squeezed it before lifting it to his lips and peppering kisses along it to my knee.

Lincoln nuzzled my neck as one hand went to my nipple. He gave me open-mouthed kisses from my jawline to my breast before sucking the other one into his mouth.

Sawyer pulled on my leg just enough so I knew he wanted me to wrap it around his waist. Then he buried himself inside my wet heat. While Lincoln’s thrusts had had been long, Sawyer’s were shallow so he stayed buried deep. I locked my ankles together around him and tilted my hips so he went even deeper.

He put one hand by my hip and the other on my clit, applying enough pressure that another orgasm started to bloom.

I got lost in the feel of them. This was bliss, and I never wanted it to end.

When Sawyer sent me teetering over the edge for the third time, I cried out, both their names a jumbled mess on my tongue.

Sawyer stayed deep inside me, thrusting harder and faster until he groaned his release and spilled his seed.

The three of us stayed melded together for what could have been minutes or hours. The sun had long since set by the time Sawyer pulled away.

A lump formed in my throat as Sawyer dressed. He hadn’t said anything, but judging by the cloud of sadness and turmoil hanging in the air, I knew what he was doing.

He was leaving.

He moved abnormally slowly, like he didn’t want to. Lincoln sat up and leaned against a rock, drawing his knees toward his chest while looking at the ground.

Maybe Lincoln had made peace with Sawyer’s decision, but I hadn’t. I reached out for him and trailed my fingers down his arm.

“Please don’t go.” My voice cracked, and tears pricked my eyes.

Sawyer tugged at the hem of his tee even though it was already on. “I have to.”

With that, he turned on his heel and started back down the trail.

My heart ached, and I couldn’t help but feel like he was making a horrible mistake. One that might cost him dearly.

Twenty-Four

Sawyer

Maybe I should have listened to Sloane and Lincoln. The dread that bubbled inside me suffocated me. I didn’t want to be home.

My heart pounded as my fingers hovered over the turn signal. Home was just ahead on the right. I could drive past. The road would loop back to the freeway. At the right speed, I could be back in Sloane’s and Lincoln’s arms in several hours.

I puffed my cheeks and blew out my breath slowly. Luna, did I want to do that. I would do just about anything to make them smile. Their hurt expressions as I’d left haunted me.

What if I’d made the wrong choice?

I gritted my teeth. There were more men here against their will. I was sure of it. This was how we’d win. By turning my father’s men against him. They weren’t really his to begin with. They were only here because they were terrified of him and doing anything they could to survive.

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