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“Reid…” I swallow, my heart thudding so hard in my chest that it almost hurts. “You’re what I want too. I love you so much.”

I throw my arms around him, and he kisses me hard and almost desperately, like he’s afraid I might disappear if he lets me go. But I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever. Righthere with these three amazing men, the loves of my life, is where I belong, so I kiss him as deeply as I can, hoping it will do the convincing for me.

When we break part, Reid looks like the happiest man on earth. Well, second maybe to Sebastian, whose eyes are shining with joy as he watches the two of us. But my gaze drifts to Nick, who’s lying beside me, staring off into the distance and looking shellshocked, like he’s in some kind of emotional overload.

I reach for him, running my hand through his scruffy beard, and that seems to bring him back into the present. His head turns to face me.

“Are you okay?” I whisper. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I just…” Nick clears his throat, staring at me like he can see right through me. “I feel like I just keep waiting for the other shoe to drop or something. To wake up and realize this was just a dream. I’ve wanted you for so long. For as long as I can remember, honestly.”

It’s incredibly rare for Nick to open up like this about his emotions to anyone, and that’s exactly how I know how much he means it—how deep his feelings run.

Resting my hand on his chest, I murmur,

“I’m not going anywhere, Nick. You can stop worrying. I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Forever,” Nick blurts quickly, sitting up so his eyes meet mine. “I want you forever, songbird. I don’t ever want to be without you.”

He pulls me toward him to kiss me, as wild and forceful as he always is, but with a new urgency, like he’s trying to show me just how badly he needs me.

“Do you feel that?” he asks when our tongues untangle, leaving me gasping. I nod. “Good. Never forget it. I know I hid it for a long time, but I’m fucking tired of pretending I’mnot fucking obsessed with you. I’m absolutely crazy about you, Hailey. Always have been.”

“Me too,” I breathe and fall into another kiss with him, losing myself in it and the feelings surging between us.

It must be contagious, because Reid’s and Sebastian’s hands start exploring my body, responding to the spark.

Nick climbs on top of me, pushing my legs apart with his knees, and presses into me, already hard for me again. It’s rough and possessive, but that’s exactly what I love about him. His dark blue eyes bore into mine like two endless oceans I could lose myself in.

I nod, my throat tight as I tell him, “Take me, Nick. I’m yours. Completely.”

He grunts and thrusts into me, hitting a spot so deep that I see stars. Reid and Sebastian kneel on either side of the bed, watching us and stroking themselves, and I make eye contact with both before reaching for their hands. They take one in each of theirs, squeezing them, and I feel like I’m soaring. I’ve never felt as bonded with the three of them as I do in this moment, and I never want it to end.

“I’m yours too,” I whisper to Reid, pleasure and love filling my chest as his fingers lace with mine.

Then I turn to Sebastian. The final piece to this puzzle. The other man who owns my heart.

“And yours,” I breathe, my eyes hooded as I hold his gaze.

“And you’re ours,” Sebastian rasps, his words echoed by his brothers.

Their hot, hard bodies envelop me, cocooning me between the three of them, and I feel high on happiness, boneless and weightless, as if I might actually drift away if I dare to close my eyes.

But I’m not going anywhere.

And neither are they.

46

HAILEY

As warm sunlightstreams through the window, my eyes pop open with an enthusiasm that I haven’t felt in years.

It’s Christmas Day, and I’m waking up in bed with all three of the Cooper brothers surrounding me. If this isn’t the very best Christmas gift a girl could ask for, then I don’t know what is.

But just as I go to roll back over and sink back into a slow morning of snuggling with the men before I get up, I realize that my feet are buried under something heavy. I look down, expecting to see that one of the guys has their legs draped over mine—but instead, I’m surprised to see a big, furry body.

Bruno is on the bed with us, his big head draped across my calves and half his body lying on my ankles. I’ve never seen him sleep onanyone’sbed before, not even Nick’s, but here he is, all passed out and snoring and curled up on my feet. He’s so heavy that I have to put a bit of effort behind pulling my feet out from under him, and when I do, Bruno stirs, waking the guys.

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