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“That’s it, baby,” Slade encourages, never letting up his relentless thrusts into my ass.

Alex reaches down to circle my clit with his fingers, and the added stimulation is too much. A second orgasm hits me immediately on the heels of the first, my inner muscles rippling and grasping at the hard shafts impaling me so deeply.

One by one, each of my men hits their peak, each of their orgasms taking me to a higher level of pleasure than I ever thought possible. As the last tremors of my orgasm subside, I collapse onto Slade’s sweat-slicked chest, thoroughly spent and sated. My men follow suit, our sweaty bodies tangling together in a heap of satisfied sighs and racing heartbeats.

Alex and Lukas slip out of me and sprawl on the bed beside us, all of us panting harshly as we try to catch our breath. Ryan gently pulls out of Lukas and lies down next to him, pulling Lukas close against his chest. We all take a moment to catch our breath, basking in the afterglow of our intense lovemaking.

Alex reaches over and gently brushes a strand of sweat-dampened hair from my face, his eyes shining with adoration. “You’re incredible, Emma. I can’t believe how lucky we are to have you.”

“We’re the luckiest men in the world,” Slade agrees, pressing a tender kiss to my shoulder.

“I love you all so much,” I whisper. “I never knew it was possible to be this happy.”

Lukas props himself up on one elbow and grins at me, his green eyes twinkling with mischief. “Well, get used to it, babe. And get used to this bed, too. Pretty sure we’re going to have to buy the staged furniture after what we just did on it.”

I laugh, feeling giddy and lightheaded from all the intense sensations still coursing through my body. Lukas does have a point though—this mattress has definitely been thoroughly christened by our enthusiastic activities.

Ryan chuckles and pulls Lukas in for a deep, tender kiss. “Worth every penny,” he murmurs against Lukas’s lips. “Especially if it means we get to keep ravishing our girl like this.”

“Mmmm, I like the sound of that,” I say contentedly, snuggling back against Slade’s broad chest. “A big bed for my big hockey hunks to take me in again and again.”

“Don’t forget,” Alex says, a dark heat entering his voice. “This house has four other bedrooms that need to be broken in. Not to mention the living room, the dining room, the kitchen…”

“The backyard?” Slade says, a hopeful note in his voice.

I giggle and snuggle closer to Slade. “The backyard? You want to get frisky al fresco, Mr. Harrison?”

“With you, I want to get frisky everywhere,” he growls playfully, nipping at my shoulder. “Christen every square inch of our new home.”

“I like the way you think,” I say. “We’ll have to get some privacy landscaping, though. Don’t want to scandalize the neighbors too much.”

“Please, I’m sure they’ll be envious,” Lukas scoffs. “Watching the five hottest people in Chicago get it on? That’s prime entertainment.”

“You’re incorrigible,” Ryan chuckles, swatting Lukas’s firm ass.

“You love it,” Lukas retorts with a smirk.

“I do,” Ryan admits.

And as the five of us snuggle into the bed, it feels like every broken thing we each went through to get here was worth it. Our unconventional love is the best thing that ever could have happened.

CHAPTER 45

EMMA

FIVE MONTHS LATER

The morning sun peeks through the curtains, caressing my face with a gentle warmth that slowly draws me from slumber. I blink my eyes open, feeling the comforting weight of strong arms wrapped around me. To my left, Lukas is spooning me, his muscular chest pressed against my back, his breath tickling the nape of my neck. On my other side, Slade has thrown a possessive leg over mine, his hand splayed across my stomach.

I take a moment to appreciate the sight of my gorgeous men, all tangled up together in our king-sized bed. Alex and Ryan are still fast asleep, their handsome faces relaxed and boyish in repose. Alex’s dark hair is adorably mussed, and Ryan has his face buried in a pillow, one arm dangling off the side of the mattress.

“Mmm, good morning, beautiful,” Lukas mumbles, planting a soft kiss behind my ear. His hand starts to wander south, but I playfully swat it away.

“Easy there, tiger. We’re already running late.” I glance at the clock, and my eyes widen. “Shit, really late, actually. The party starts in a few hours!”

Slade stirs and cracks one gray-blue eye open. “Five more minutes,” he grumbles, pulling me tighter against him.

I’m sorely tempted to stay cocooned in my men’s arms, but hosting duties call. I wriggle out of their embrace, ignoring their sleepy protests and puppy dog eyes. “You boys rest. I’ll get the coffee on.”

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