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“We’ve touched you.” I stroke across her flushed cheekbone down to her lips, the pad of my thumb brushing over the satin soft flesh. “We’ve kissed you.” I wrap my arm tighter around her waist, pulling her into me. “We’ve held you.”

Her nostrils flare, and her pupils dilate, her breathing heavier.

“When you say touched you, do you mean because we’ve not had sex?” I love how the blush dips beneath the collar of my t-shirt, her nipples hard against the soft cotton.

She nods, tongue sweeping over her lips, urging me to lower my face to hers and kiss her deeply.

“We’ve been trying to take it slow. This thing between us isn’t just about sex. But we’d never deny you. All you have to do is ask.”

I lean in and seal my words with a kiss; I’d love nothing more than to spend the day worshipping her, but work is looming.

When I draw back, I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. The red and blond strands frame her face, the splatter of freckles across her nose and cheekbones more prominent now since she’s spent some time outside on the roof terrace.

“What time is your appointment again?” I ask.

“Not until two.”

I hate the idea of her going alone. Noah or I have gone with her all the other times, but we both have meetings that we can’t put off and when she heard us talking about it, she said she’d get a cab. I could see it in Caleb’s posture that he wanted to argue, to say no, but he knows she needs this—to take back her power.

“Don’t forget to take your phone.” Caleb got her a new phone, even though she insisted she had a phone in her bag—now in the bottom of the wardrobe instead of the end of her bed. It’s a small step but one that makes me smile. Before, I always felt like she was on the verge of running, but now not so much. He didn’t care. He’d already purchased it and added her to our family plan and, of course, set up find my phone.

“I won’t. Now how about some pancakes?”

She knows the way to my heart is my sweet tooth, so I don’t hesitate as I say yes.

My hands move to the underside of her arse cheeks before lifting her. I love how she wraps her legs around me like she’s been doing it for years—her carefree giggle music to my ears, easing the tension that was there only moments ago.

I push her up against the wall and kiss her once more for good measure.

ChapterForty-One

JESSICA

I can't believe I did it. For the first time in almost two months, I went somewhere on my own. My anxiety was rife as I waited for my cab, and at one point, I felt a panic attack coming, but I used the 5-4-3-2-1 coping technique my therapist taught me. I look for five things I can see, four things I can touch, three things I can hear, two things I can smell, and one thing I can taste. I've always had Noah or Caleb coax me through it, but today was the first time I managed it alone.

Don't get me wrong, I was still a hot mess, but I feel proud of myself. There was a moment when I considered cancelling my appointment altogether, but I know I need to do this if I want to move forward.

I've not long been home—well, Caleb and Noah's—and yet nowhere has ever felt more like home to me, and I don't think it's the house so much as these two men. I opened up to Greta about my developing feelings towards them. I guess I expected her to tell me it's a trauma response, hell these men practically put me on a pedestal. Deep down, I question if, like with Curtis, I'm missing any red flags. But when I confided in her, she didn't think so, if anything, she reminded me that my feelings are valid, and that communication is key. I can't deny we all have chemistry, even if it's not long-term; they already have one another, and it's not just a need where they're both concerned—it's deep-seated want.

I've never wanted anyone else the way I want these two men.

I took a nap in their bed when I returned after texting them that I was back and safe. I had this irrational fear I was being watched, which is impossible, no one knows I'm here, except maybe Mason, who I still haven't been able to reach. I know Noah is doing everything he can to help track him down. But I'm worrying more with each passing day.

To keep myself busy, I've prepared dinner for tonight, for when they both return home; it just needs to go in the oven. So now I'm sitting with a book in the small reading nook, and I feel a little lighter every day.

I know eventually, I'll have to face reality and decide what to do about Curtis. Caleb and Noah bagged the clothes I arrived in just in case I needed them for evidence later. A few days after, they also persuaded me to let them take some photographs of my injuries. I was conflicted, but they didn't push. I knew deep down they were right. As time passes, I consider standing up and pressing charges. I hate the thought of him treating another woman the way he treated me, and the guilt of knowing I could help prevent someone else from suffering at his hands pushes me towards making a statement.

I need to broach it with Caleb and Noah, but I just want to enjoy this bubble for a little longer.

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A couple of hours later, they arrive home separately, and each greets me with a tender kiss, but seeing them embrace each other sets off fireworks in my stomach. Something about seeing them both together has my pulse racing, my breast heavy beneath my bra, my pussy aching.

It's more than just physical, it's emotional, too, and I want what they have… to be revered, worshipped, loved.

They give me hope that happily ever afters exist, even if theirs doesn't include me. I want to enjoy my time with them, no matter how sparse. We talked over dinner, and they asked how my counselling went, but they didn't push for any more information than I was willing to share. It's why, after we've all eaten, and everything has been cleaned away, I find the nerve to tell them what I want.

Noah's words come back to me."We'd never deny you. All you have to do is ask."

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