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Eventually, Ryan rolls off of me with a groan, slipping out of my well-used pussy with a gush of fluid. I whimper at the sudden emptiness, clenching down on nothing. My thighs are coated with the evidence of our activities, a mess of mingled seed and my own slick dripping out of me to further soak the ruined duvet beneath us.

“Fuck, that was intense,” Lukas comments. I can’t help but agree. I feel totally boneless, every muscle in my body loose and relaxed in the afterglow.

Alex quickly undoes the ropes binding my remaining bound wrist and my ankles, then reaches over and gathers me into his arms, uncaring of the mess. He presses a soft kiss to my sweaty temple. “You were amazing, Emma. So perfect for us.”

I hum contentedly, snuggling into his warm embrace. Ryan curls up on my other side, one large hand resting possessively on my hip. Slade and Lukas join us on the bed, the five of us tangling together in a sated heap.

I’ve never felt so cherished, so utterly adored. Surrounded by the four men who have captured my heart.

“I love you guys,” I manage to croak out, speaking the words that have been living inside me aloud for the first time. “Each of you individually and all of us together.”

The words hang in the air for a charged moment. My pulse pounds as I wait for their reactions, suddenly nervous that I’ve said too much too soon. But then Lukas pulls me into a searing kiss that steals my breath away.

“I love you too, Emma,” he murmurs against my lips when we part. “So damn much.”

“We all do,” Alex adds, his voice rough with emotion. “You’re everything to us, sweetheart.”

Ryan and Slade voice their agreement, each pressing soft kisses to my skin. Tears prick my eyes at the overwhelming swell of emotions inside me. I never imagined I could be this happy, this complete.

I never imagined I could have a family again.

CHAPTER 38

LUKAS

In early March, I stride into our nutritionist Zoe’s office, gliding on a high from the brutal practice. She greets me with a bright smile and gestures for me to take a seat across from her as she pulls up my file on her sleek laptop.

“Lukas, great to see you. Let’s dive right in, shall we?” Her tone is warm yet professional. I nod, trying to focus on the nutritional jargon she launches into and not the way her silky blond hair brushes her shoulders as she animatedly points at various charts and graphs.

There was a time not long ago when I would have turned on the patented Lukas Dvorak charm, deploying a heated glance and suggestive quip to lay the groundwork for getting her out of that pencil skirt and into my bed.

But now, as Zoe details the optimized ratio of proteins to carbs I’ll be consuming, I’m struck by how much I’ve changed.

How much loving Emma and the guys has changed me.

“So, in summary, we’ll be increasing your caloric intake on practice days by 500, but we need to keep a close eye on…” Zoe’s voice fades into the background as I marvel at the profound shift in my priorities and desires.

The shameless playboy is gone, replaced by a man deeply fulfilled by real intimacy and a true sense of belonging. With Emma, Ryan, Alex, and Slade, I’ve discovered a happiness and security I never knew I needed.

They see me, all of me, and love me because of it, not in spite of it.

It’s fucking incredible.

“How does that sound, Lukas? Think you can handle the menu changes?” Zoe asks, snapping me out of my reverie. I flash her a grin.

“No problem, doc. I’m all in.”

And I mean it. I’m all in, on every front that matters—my nutrition, my game, my relationships, my new life. The journey here hasn’t been easy, working through the hurt and misunderstandings with Ryan, lowering my walls to let Emma and the others in.

But god, has it ever been worth it.

My fingers itch to text Emma, to tell her for the hundredth time today how crazy I am about her, how she’s turned my world upside down in the best possible way. But I refrain, knowing I’ll be seeing her gorgeous face soon enough.

After Zoe and I wrap, I stride out of her office, lost in thought about what I’m going to do to Emma and Ryan when we meet up at Ryan’s place tonight.

I barely register the insistent buzzing of my phone as I navigate the hallways of the practice facility. It’s only when I’ve nearly reached the locker room that the persistent vibrations finally break through my reverie.

Frowning, I fish the device from my pocket, my brow furrowing as I take in the barrage of notifications and messages from my teammates and friends.

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