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A few seconds after I laid down, Wyatt shifted; his hand slithered over my waist and pulled my body flush against his. “You’re so cold, Baby,” he tiredly rasped, still half asleep.

Not trusting my voice, I pretended to be asleep. I was freezing. All the crying made me forget how cold this house got at night. I just sat on the cold floor with no blanket for an hour and didn’t notice the temperature until now.

My shoulders relaxed as I sighed, my body warming against Wyatt’s comforting embrace. I was still an emotional disaster, but this felt so much better.

Chapter Twenty

Niko

My dick hurt. So did my thighs and my whole groin area. We had a home gym, but even an intense workout was nothing compared to fucking at least eight times in a single day. I’d lost count, but whatever the number was for me, it was quince for Odette. I couldn’t imagine how sore she would be today, so I didn’t complain aloud once.

The soreness was entirely worth it, and if I had a drop of cum left in me to give her, I would have done it again today.

The entire day was beyond my expectations of how I imagined it would go. She was fucking perfect. She brought out something in all of us that’d been missing for years; a dominance we possessed but couldn’t quite grasp.

There were a few moments yesterday that felt like a religious awakening. I knew Aiden was particularly anxious about all of us being with her together; in the past, that was usually when things went south. Odette was nothing like the women we’d tried to have a relationship with in the past, and I felt guilty for the whisper of comparison. I respected any woman I’d been with, or that we’d been with, there was no question about that. But after yesterday... every other touch, kiss, or glance I’d ever received or given seemed dull.

Any doubts we had melted. Odette wasn’t playing a part; she wasn’t trying. She was entirely in her element, although it was uncharted territory for her. She felt safe with us, secure enough to lose herself in the relinquishment of control and the pleasure that followed.

She needed us just as much as we needed her. She was our poison and antidote, and we were hers. Yesterday was proof that we’d never get enough until it was physically impossible to keep going.

I woke up this morning feeling like a new man. For starters, I’d finally got to fuck my dream woman. For over a month, I’d been fucking my fist in the cold shower to the thought of her pussy squeezing around me. Whenever I’d be lucky enough to play with her pussy, I nearly busted in my jeans. There were many times in class when she’d be chewing on the end of her pen or her long legs would cross together in a skirt, capturing all my attention. I’d never been challenged more in my life, living with a constant boner while she was almost always ten feet away from me.

It was difficult, to say the absolute least. But after yesterday, it was worth the torture. This morning, I woke up and could think clearly for the first time in over a month. It was ironic because still, I only thought of her.

Luckily for me, I was overly confident in my feelings. Dominic had issues, Odette had issues, and Aiden was always too busy worrying about everyone else to let himself realize his own emotions. Wyatt was like me; he didn’t have a bad family or a bad childhood. Although I’d never heard him say the words to a woman, he could admit when he had strong feelings like I could.

It was easy for me to admit that I was absolutely in love with Odette. It was simple, and I didn’t think it needed to be some dramatic or spoken emotion. If I told her, she’d freak out; I was sure of it. Love wasn’t something that needed to be spoken about anyway. I think deep down, she knew that I was enthralled by everything that she was. I wouldn’t tell her I love her yet, but I’d make sure she knew I did.

Wyatt probably loved her, too. I could see it in his heart-shaped eyes and the cheesy smile he gave her when she wasn’t paying attention. I doubt he realized it yet, let alone was ready to admit it to himself. But I knew my friends. And my little Wyatt—bless his twisted soul—was wrapped around that girl’s finger.

Honestly, Aiden, Dominic, and Odette probably hadn’t even thought of it. They weren’t the stereotypical romantic, head in the clouds, ‘believers of love’ kind of people. They had issues that I was glad I didn’t possess. Whether it was connection issues, guarded emotions, any kind of abuse, or the incapability to let themselves love and be loved in return, they all had some of it.

I loved very easily. I loved wholly and wasn’t scared of feeling my emotions. With that being said, I’d gladly take away any of their pain, any of their issues, or bad memories. I may give my friends shit and joke around, but I’d jump in front of a train for them any day. They knew me inside and out, good and ugly.

Wyatt and I were fortunate to have had the childhood we did. Supportive parents, great childhoods, and all the happy family memories one could ask for. I couldn’t imagine growing up in Dominic’s shoes or Odette’s. Aiden’s childhood wasn’t bad, but after his mom died, his dad turned into a raging alcoholic.

Connections were complex for the three of them, to say the absolute least.

I doubt I’d ever actually hear the word love come from any of their mouths, and that was fine. It would probably take them years to even think of love—that was just who they were.

As for me, I loved that little nympho, and I was going to show it this morning by making her breakfast.

“Hey, good morning!” I greeted a very tired-looking Dominic.

He instantly went for the coffee machine, shocker. “Is she up yet?” He grunted in true caveman style.

Did he see her anywhere? I wanted to make a snarky comment, but I thought it was best to let it have the coffee before I angered it. “She has class early, so I’m sure she’s getting ready.”

“Let’s hope she has a turtle neck or a scarf,” he grinned while taking a seat at the counter.

“I worked hard on those bruises; I should make her wear a low-cut top. All those fuck-head college boys would back off,” I smirked. She’d be so embarrassed all day long... it was tempting. She was painfully oblivious to all the little dick assholes who stared at her all day. They were my students, and I cared for them, and as one of the assholes who stared at her, I get it. She’s hot. But as the asshole who gets to call her his, I wanted to rip the eyes out of those little college boys... and some of the girls.

“You could pluck their eyes from their head; they’d still swarm around her,” he scoffed.

Aiden and Wyatt entered the kitchen just as I was about to ask about Dominic’s bruised and scraped knuckles. The man had a temper like wildfire; as soon as it started, it caught and spread through him. If he got into a fight, it was never unjust, and he was more likely to take it out on a punching bag than an unlucky creep at a bar. Still... I was curious where he went Saturday night after Odette told us about Charles and his business partners. For obvious reasons, Dom had issues when it came to sexual abuse. Hearing that was triggering for him, as much as he tried to hide it.

Again, I’d take it all away if I could. All the punching bags in the world couldn’t fix him. Nor could the creeps at bars who got too handsy with the waitress.

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