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Dahlia wraps her arm around my waist, pulling me harder against her, and I collapse on top of her as I come. I was trying to hold out, but I’m completely lost to her as I shudder.

Whimpering as she shudders, I can feel her release against my thigh as she comes. Jack grunts as he quietly orgasms, his hands squeezing me hard as his hips thrust upward twice, chasing the high.

Gasping as I struggle to catch my breath, I let Jack help Dahlia and move until we’re both lying on his chest. Having a load of cum in his boxers can’t be comfortable, but he doesn’t say a word, as he plays with our hair and whispers sweet words to us.

I can’t help but feel as if this is the way it always should have been. Dahlia’s eyes get heavy, and Jack smirks as she drifts off.

“This is going to be messy to clean up later, but it was totally worth it,” Jack mumbles as he rubs my back.

“I’m really impressed with your restraint,” I murmur. Jack is patient, though he has his moments, like at the auction, where he’ll push to get his way.

“This is the girl who got away from both of us,” he says. “I’m not going to lie and say I’m not struggling to take my time, because I am, but I don’t want to scare her. I’m also not going to pretend that I know everything. I don’t need to, not all at once. She can lead, and I’ll follow wherever. I got a taste of her, so I want it all now.”

“I’ve been addicted to Dahlia since the first day I met her,” I murmur. “I always thought you were going to steal her away from me. At fifteen, it was silly since you’re older than us, but I?—”

“Baby, I could tell,” he says with a small chuckle. “You were a spitfire even back then. I just wanted to protect her because her mom was kind of a negligent dick. I’m sure she still is and hasn’t even thought about her daughter. Some people shouldn’t have children.”

Thinking about my own father, I nod my head in agreement.

“I want to kidnap her and keep her,” I say truthfully. “Every time she’s out of my sight, it feels like I can’t breathe, and I know that’s something I need to work through. I don’t think I could handle losing her again.”

“Me neither,” he grunts, digging his fingers into my scalp. It feels amazing, and makes me moan softly. “We’ll take each thing as we go. I’m a selfish bastard and want both of you. I refuse to choose, and I hope you feel the same way.”

Snuggling closer to both of them, I smirk. “You managed to slide through all of my defenses, Jack,” I say. “There’s no way I’m going to be able to dig you out now. If you’re not careful, I’m going to fall in love with you.”

“Well, baby, catch up. I think I’m already there,” he murmurs, surprising me.

We quietly lay together until Dahlia wakes up again, so we can clean up, just processing everything that’s happened. Holy fuck, did Jack just tell me he loved me?

Chapter Fourteen

Dahlia

“Idon’t think we should leave the apartment,” I tell them, swallowing thickly as panic spills into my veins. I’m wearing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt that are very baggy, because I’ve lost so much weight, and they want to go out to grab food.

I wish I was normal and didn’t worry about so many things that could kill me.

Jack turns, gazing carefully at me before walking over to pick me up into his arms. My legs immediately wrap around his waist, my fingers trembling as I place my hand around his biceps.

“Talk to us,” he says softly. “Why do you think people are looking for you?”

“It’s not paranoia if people really are,” I whisper. My skin feels as if it’s vibrating, and I can’t catch a breath.

“Sit down, Jack,” Bronwyn complains. “I’m too short to have a conversation this way.”

Unexpectedly, I laugh, shaking my head. She's adorable, and interrupted my spiraling perfectly. Jack kisses my forehead, long legs eating up the distance to the couch as he sits.

“Come on, Thumbelina,” he snorts as Bronwyn climbs up onto the couch. Rolling my eyes, I cuff the back of his head without thought before freezing in shock.

“Ouch, Dolly. Funny enough, I think I like that. Maybe slap me across the face next time.”

My lips part in surprise, unsure if he’s joking or not. Bronwyn snickers as she gets comfortable next to me.

“I can never tell if he’s kidding or not,” she explains. “I’m still waiting to see if he’s going to spank me or not.”

“If he does, can I watch?” I ask, squirming on Jack’s lap. Wow, I’m learning all kinds of things about myself.

Jack chuckles, his fingers playing in the stray curls that escaped the braid my hair is in. “You’re filled with surprises,” he murmurs. “Now, talk to us about what’s going on?”

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