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Noah chuckles, and I open my eyes to find him watching where Caleb and I join, his dick heavy against his thigh. “Yes, you can. You were made for us.” His words hold so much conviction that I don’t doubt him, but Caleb is almost carnal now, each thrust relentless. I’m sensitive and overstimulated, but it doesn’t stop my entire body from bowing off the bed.

“That’s it. Let me feel you strangle my cock as I fill you with my cum.”

I’m gripping the headboard so tight, my fingers have gone numb.

“Yes,” he chants as he continues with controlled dominant thrusts.

I cry, sobbing from the force of my climax—overwhelming and exhilarating—so many sensations attacking every cell of my body.

He speeds up, sweat coating his chest, his muscles bulging, and then he detonates with a deep-rooted roar as he fills me with his cum.

Barely coherent, I can hear them talking in soothing voices, but it feels distant, and I vaguely sense them cleaning me up and leading me to the bathroom, my legs almost giving out beneath me.

And then I’m floating on a cloud of hot skin and muscle when I stir in the middle of the night or morning. I don’t know how much time has passed, and I don’t care as I stretch, feeling an ache between my thighs, reminding me how they made me come apart only to put me back together again in the best possible way.

I inhale and smile as their unique and familiar scents surround me. Caleb’s hand is on my thigh, Noah’s arm across my stomach, a protective cocoon. With them, I feel safe. I feel cherished.

ChapterForty

NOAH

I wake up to soft snoring beside me, my arm still wrapped protectively around Jessica’s waist. She’s nestled between Caleb and me, her gentle breaths creating a rhythmic pattern. She stirs, and I immediately tense. It reminds me of the nightmares she’s been having, the lingering trauma that still haunts her even in the safety of our embrace. I thought they’d stopped, but I’ve discovered otherwise this past week since she’s spent every night sleeping with us. She may not wake screaming, but this is somehow worse—the sound of her frightened whimpers and rapid eye movement. It’s usually before she wakes up or soon after falling asleep. Some episodes have only lasted a few seconds, whereas the most recent lasted minutes, even with me talking to her and trying to coax her awake by gently shaking her shoulder.

Caleb stirs beside her, his tousled hair a beautiful mess as he blinks awake. He holds my stare for a moment, and then, careful not to wake Jessica, he leans over and kisses my lips tenderly. It’s a soft gesture, filled with the unspoken promise that we’re in this together. I return the kiss, feeling a surge of warmth and affection radiate through my entire being.

As we pull away from the kiss, Caleb’s eyes meet mine, and we exchange a wordless conversation. We both know that Jessica’s healing process will take time. Our desire for her goes beyond mere physical gratification. We want to build something lasting on trust and mutual understanding.

Caleb strokes Jessica’s cheek gently, his touch delicate as he tucks a strand of loose hair behind her ear. She stirs again, but this time it’s with a soft sigh. It’s been a week since that intimate night when we all came together physically and emotionally. But we’ve been taking it slow, adjusting to this new dynamic this past week, ensuring Jessica feels comfortable and safe in our arms. Our nights together have been peaceful, filled with whispered conversations and gentle caresses that speak volumes about the depth of our connection. But we still want to tread carefully, understanding the magnitude of her past trauma is still very present.

As dawn breaks through the window, casting a warm glow across the room, I trace my fingers gently along the lines of Jessica’s face. Her eyes flutter open to meet mine, and I can’t help but smile, grateful she didn’t have a waking nightmare.

“Good morning,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, not wanting to disturb the moment’s tranquillity as I kiss her forehead tenderly.

“Morning,” she replies, her voice laced with sleepiness and contentment. She stretches her body and then snuggles closer, seeking warmth and security.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Caleb says, kissing her shoulder. He wraps his arm over her waist, his fingers intertwining with mine, completing the intricate puzzle of our newfound connection as we lay together, content in the moment.

As the morning sunlight bathes us in its warmth, all too soon, we know it’s time to get up. We rise from the bed, carefully disentangling ourselves from one another. Caleb slips on a pair of boxers, still preferring to sleep naked where I’ve been sleeping in my boxers. I throw on a discarded t-shirt, exposing the rest of my body to the morning air as Jessica takes in the sight of us, her cheeks flushing with colour.

“Hmm, hold that thought, little one,” Caleb says, leaning over her and stealing another kiss before straightening. “I’m going to jump in the shower,” he says, heading towards our ensuite. The urge to join him is riding me hard; it’s been a week since the two of us have been together.

“I’ll go get breakfast started,” I say, smiling as Caleb’s arse disappears into the bathroom, the door clicking closed behind him.

Jessica slips out of bed, clad in one of my t-shirts, and I can’t stop the sound of approval that vibrates my chest.

“No, please let me. You both have jobs to get to while I’m just…” She wraps her arms around her middle. Her vulnerability tugs at my heart, and I can’t help but feel a sense of protectiveness toward her. I reach out and pull her into my arms.

“Hey, what’s all this about?”

She bites her lip before lifting her chin to answer. “I don’t know. I feel like a bit of a freeloader.”

I frown, a retort on my lips, but she continues. “It’s just I’ve always been independent, to a degree, anyway. And now, I don’t know… I just feel like I’m taking advantage of your hospitality.”

Lifting an eyebrow, I shake my head. “Hardly, granted circumstances have changed since you first arrived. You came here because you needed a safe place. And we never would have turned you away. But now things have changed. We don’t have you with us out of loyalty or obligation because of Mason. Wewantyou here with us.” I smile, hoping she sees the truth in my words. I let out a deep breath when she returns it, though a trace of uncertainty still lingers in her eyes. The sound of the shower running is a distant echo as Caleb hums to himself in the shower.

“I just… I don’t know. Sometimes my mind runs away with me. Neither of you has touched me since we slept together.”

She lowers her face between us, and I use my index finger to tilt her chin.

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