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"Nancy," he breathes against my lips. "God, I need you."

I roll my hips in response, delighting in his throaty groan. We're wearing far too many clothes. I make quick work of the buttons on his shirt, pushing the fabric aside so I can trail kisses along the strong column of his throat, his collarbone. He shudders beneath me.

"Inside," Drew manages, voice rough with desire. "Bed. Now."

Somehow, we make it upstairs without waking the kids, shedding clothing as we go. When we tumble onto the mattress, bare skin pressed to bare skin, it feels like coming home.

Drew takes his time with me, mapping every inch of my body with reverent hands and lips until I'm trembling, incoherent with need. Only then does he finally, finally sink into me, both of us gasping at the exquisite friction.

We move together, finding a rhythm as natural as breathing. I'm dimly aware of the sounds escaping me, breathless moans, pleas for more, but I'm beyond caring.

There is only this: Drew's solid weight above me, the delicious drag of him inside me, the building pressure low in my belly…

I'm distantly aware of the door creaking open, soft footsteps padding across the carpet. But it's not until I feel the mattress dip on either side of us that I realize we're no longer alone.

"Started without us, huh?" Carlos's voice rumbles, thick with arousal. "That's not very polite."

Drew's hips stutter in their rhythm as Nathan's hand snakes between our bodies, clever fingers finding my clit. "Guess we'll just have to make up for lost time."

I keen, overwhelmed by sensation as three sets of hands caress me, three mouths lavish attention on my sweat-slicked skin. My gaze meets Drew's, and I see my own wonderment reflected there.How did we get so lucky?

What follows is a tangle of limbs, a symphony of sighs and moans. We take turns worshiping each other, drawing out every ounce of pleasure until we're all spent, sated.

Later, curled in the center of our massive bed with a man on either side of me, and Carlos lying by my feet. I find myself smiling into the darkness. My body aches pleasantly, and my heart...my heart is so full it hurts.

I think of everything that brought us here. The pain, the loss, the lonely nights. But also, the joy – the family we've built, the love we share. And I know, with bone-deep certainty, that I wouldn't change a thing.

This, messy and complicated and beautiful as it is, this is everything.

Chapter 17

Drew

The early morning sunlight slants through the blinds, painting stripes across the bedroom floor as I button up my shirt. In the adjoining bathroom, I can hear Nancy humming softly to herself as she gets ready for the day.

While we don’t have it all figured out in terms of sleeping arrangements, we’ve managed to make it work so far. Nancy is often with one of us, but there are also moments where we are all together. Special moments.

I still don’t know what to tell the kids about our unique arrangement with Nancy. While Jason seems completely oblivious to whatever is going on, I have noticed Bella watching us curiously, the wheels and gears running in her sharp mind.

One thing is certain. We’ve all been touched in some way or the other by Nancy’s presence in our combined lives.

Has it really been four months since she came into our lives?Sometimes it feels like Nancy has always been here, slotting seamlessly into the rhythms of our household. Other times, I'm struck anew by how much has changed in such a short span of time.

I head downstairs to start the coffee, knowing the aroma will soon lure Nathan and Carlos from their rooms. Sure enough, by the time the pot has finished brewing, both men are shuffling into the kitchen, sleep-rumpled but smiling.

"Morning,hermano," Carlos greets me, reaching for a mug. "You're looking awfully chipper for this ungodly hour."

I shrug, unable to keep the grin off my face. "What can I say? It's a beautiful day."

Nathan raises an eyebrow as he packs his own coffee with an obscene amount of cream and sugar. "Someone got lucky last night, I take it?"

Heat creeps up my neck, but I don't deny it. These days, we're all past the point of coyness when it comes to our intimate moments with Nancy.

Still, I'm not quite ready to voice the deeper sentiment blooming in my chest—the reason behind my good mood that has little to do with physical satisfaction and everything to do with waking up beside the woman I'm pretty sure I'm in love with.

Instead, I counter with, "Like you're one to talk. I seem to recall hearing some interesting noises coming from your room not too long ago."

Carlos sniggers into his mug. "Yeah, well. Our girl does have a lot of love to give."

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