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Tyler cups my face gently, tilting my chin up to meet his earnest blue gaze. “Hey, no, don’t talk like that. We’re in this together, Syd. Your past, your baggage—it’s part of you, and we love every part of you.”

“He’s right,” DJ affirms, his voice low and sincere against my ear. “We’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

A tear slips down my cheek at their heartfelt words and Tyler brushes it away with the pad of his thumb, his touch infinitely tender. I take a shuddering breath, trying to center myself, to believe that I deserve this, that I’m worthy of their devotion.

“I want to tell you everything,” I continue. “I don’t want there to be any secrets between us. But it’s...it’s hard. Remembering how I let my ex break me down, chip away at me until I hardly recognized myself...”

DJ’s arms tighten around my waist, anchoring me. “What that bastard did to you wasn’t your fault, Syd. He took advantage of your big, beautiful heart. But he didn’t break you. Look at you now. You’re so strong, so brave to open yourself up to us after everything you’ve been through.”

“We’ve got you,” Tyler promises fiercely. “No matter what you tell us, no matter what happened in your past. We’re not going anywhere.”

I sigh, and tension I didn’t even know I was holding finally releases. “I will. I’ll tell you. I feel so safe with you both. But tonight, maybe you can both just…”

“Hold you?” Tyler asks, reaching one hand up to cup my face. “Anything you need.”

“Mmm,” I hum contentedly, wiggling a little and then realizing that DJ’s cock is already half hard again behind me. “Oh, hello there,” I coo, and giggle into Tyler’s neck, almost delirious from the emotion and the pleasure I’ve felt tonight.

Tyler’s hand lazily reaches around me, finding DJ’s cock and slowly stroking. “Mmm, ready for round two already?” DJ murmurs, his voice husky with sleep and renewed arousal.

I shiver with anticipation as they both turn their attention to me. “With you two in bed with me, how could I not be?”

This time, there’s no frantic urgency, no desperation. We take our time savoring each other, worshiping every inch of skin with lips and fingertips. As one by one we succumb to bliss, there’s a profound sense of connection, of rightness. We finally collapse into a sweaty, satisfied tangle of limbs, trading gentle caresses as we drift off to sleep.

Some time later, I wake slowly, awareness returning in stages. The first thing I feel is contentment, a deep-seated calm that seems to originate from my very bones. Sandwiched between Tyler and DJ, their warm bodies pressed close, I’m whole, peaceful in a way I never knew with Paul.

The realization washes over me like a revelation: everything about this is different. Not just the mind-blowing sex, but the closeness, the care, the complete acceptance of who I am, flaws and all. There’s no judgment here, no impossible standards to meet.

Just a beautiful, complex, wholly unique bond of love and desire.

I snuggle deeper into their embrace, a smile curving my lips.

For the first time in so long, I can breathe again.

CHAPTER 44

SYDNEY

Three Months Later

The colorful balloons sway in the breeze as we approach Emma’s imposing greystone, a “Welcome Baby” banner fluttering above the door. My heart races, palms sweaty as I squeeze DJ and Tyler’s hands.

Our first official team event as a throuple.

No pressure, Syd.

Slade opens the door, and a smile spreads across his chiseled features at the sight of us.

“Hey, you three! Welcome, come on in.” He pulls me into a warm hug, his citrus cologne enveloping me. “I’m really happy for you guys,” he murmurs discreetly in my ear before releasing me to embrace DJ and Tyler.

Slade’s genuine acceptance and support means the world, dissolving the anxious knot in my stomach. I blink back tears, determined not to become a blubbering mess thirty seconds into this baby shower.

We enter the living room, and the guys grab drinks and start making the rounds, leaving me to take in the festive scene. Pastel streamers twist across the ceiling and a towering diaper cake serves as the room’s centerpiece. It’s like Pinterest threw up in here, but in the best way possible.

My gaze lands on Jasons’s wife Melissa, positively glowing in a flowing floral maternity dress that drapes over her seven months pregnant belly. Her chestnut hair tumbles over her shoulders in glossy waves and her skin has that luminous mama-to-be sheen. She’s a vision of fertile goddess beauty.

Definitely puts my simple sundress and sneakers to shame.

“Melissa, you look absolutely radiant!” I exclaim as I approach, marveling at her serene smile. “Pregnancy suits you.”

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