Page 244 of Heart of Frost and Scars

But as I watch them together now, it hits me. I don’t want to return to how things were before I met them. While the implications of our foursome are unclear, the powerful emotions churning inside me keep me rooted in the present, anchored to them.

“Come.” Leo cups her face and jerks his hips. “Come now.”

Kody’s mouth pushes her into a shattering orgasm as Leo roars to the rafters, announcing to every guard within a ten-mile radius that he’s blowing his load.

I shake my head, a grin stretching across my lips. His mismatched eyes dart to mine, and the crazy fucker grins back.

“You guys are going to kill me.” Frankie collapses over my lap.

“Tapping out already, love?” Leo tucks himself away and zips.

“Not a chance in hell.” She laughs.

Kody gives her ass a light slap before straightening her pants and his.

“How’s that refractory period?” She kisses my semi-hard cock, grinning as it swells with blood.

“Ready to go again.”

Leo scoops her up and tucks her against his chest.

Rising to my feet, I straighten my clothes with steady hands. But I’m not steady.

This moment, this life-changing, profound moment, makes every moment before it feel unfinished. Halfway. A fragment of something greater.

It’s no longer about the sex. It’s about family, brotherhood, and mutual love for the woman who binds us.

It feels like I’m standing at the edge of a vast cliff, the unknown stretching before me, promising incredible possibilities and daunting challenges. The unsteadiness, excitement, hunger—all of it melds together, forming a sharper, more well-rounded version of myself.

As Leo carries Frankie off the yacht, Kody and I follow them. To our shared bedroom. To the consummation of our union.

To our future.

Together.

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Frankie

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Leo sets me on Monty’s bed, and the significance of that alone is surreal.

Tonight, all four of us will be in this bed. I imagined it—far too many times—but never thought it would actually happen.

It’s fucking happening.

My hands tremble, and blood rushes in my ears, a steady drumbeat of nervous energy. It thrums everywhere—in the pit of my stomach, the pounding of my heart, and the shortness of my breath.

And it intensifies as Monty closes the door and prowls toward me.

“Remove your clothes.” He pauses a few feet away and unbuttons the cuffs of his sleeves.

“I’d like to take a shower before we—”

Three resounding nos echo through the room.

“I’ve been working all day.” I gesture at my scrubs.

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