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He comes back in and grabs my own lip, sucking it between his and uses his free hand to cup my breast. The muscles in his arm are firm and latch onto them, feeling them flex as he pinches my nipple.

His abs roll as he slowly pumps in and out of me, more methodically than I thought Cape could be and I match his tempo easily. Everytime he slides back into me he presses against my clit so sensually that it isn’t long before I’m ready.

“Cape…” I breathe, trying to warn him.

“Let me feel you tighten that pussy,” he pants into my mouth.

I squeeze my eyes shut, gripping him for dear life as I tense and come undone around his cock. Within a second, he pulsates and I feel him fill me up, deliciously holding himself deep inside of me. His body shudders and I feel it against my clit, extending my orgasm and making me dig my nails into his arm.

“Remind me to fuck you by myself sometimes,” Cape says.

Chapter Sixty-Two

Cape carries me up the stairs and tucks me into bed. I’m disappointed that he doesn’t climb in with me but I assume that he still can’t rest. At least Julian finally comes home and it isn’t long after I hear the front door echo through the house, that he’s in bed beside me. My eyelids are too heavy to open but I hum contently when his warm arms wrap around me and I feel his body press against mine.

“Are you asleep?” he whispers.

“Mmmm,” I manage.

“You aren’t worried about Dillon are you?”

I can’t answer, my mind drifting off. I can’t say that I don’t have the capacity to worry about anything with him holding me.

“Everything is going to be okay,” he hums in my ear. “And Marney will wake up. Sleep sweet, baby.”

When I finally wake in the morning my skin is damp with sweat. I’m pinned between both Julian and Cape, both of them gripping me obsessively from the other. I gently tug an arm free to push a few sticky strands of hair from my forehead and turn to look at them.

A warmth spreads through my chest at the sight of Cape. His face is calm, the harsh line he typically sports between his brows is smooth and his lips are neutral instead of turned down. His chest has a steady rhythm that I find myself matching and I think that he’s at least atpeace while he sleeps.

Julian though, has his lips pursed and I wonder if he’s having a nightmare. I know that he bears the weight of his decisions. No one can be that sure and he’s the one who untied Dillon. I’m glad that he did, but he must be worried that he’s made the wrong choice if his comment last night is any indication.

He twitches slightly and his arm around my waist tightens. Almost immediately, Cape’s grip pulls me back the half an inch Julian moved me. Julian rolls in his sleep, turning to face me, but his eyes don’t open and he slings a leg over mine.

I quietly huff.

While I love how it feels to be between both of them, they run as hot as a furnace and I want to call Margo and see if there is any news about Marney.

A tendril of dread snakes through my gut and knots itself up. Surely, if anything had changed for the worse she would have called right? I suddenly feel so stupid for leaving the hospital. The only reason I agreed was to change out of my stiff and bloody clothes, but then Dillon was bound in the closet, and I got off track.

I crane my neck to see the time. Would eight a.m. be too early to wake either Cape or Julian? I have no idea what time Julian got home and no idea when Cape finally decided he could rest.

I bite my lip, deciding to let them sleep and plan on calling Margo. I think my phone is somewhere in the kitchen. I try to scoot up, my skin slipping easily with sweat between theirs but then Cape shifts. He throws one of his legs over me, not too dissimilar to how Julian did and now I’m completely pinned.

Oh, my god. I’ll never be able to get out of this bed on my own. Do they have some subconscious system that alerts them when I move? I throw my head back and commit to sweating a little while longer. If it wasn’t for my worry about Marney, I wouldn’t even considergetting up.

I would happily lay here, baking alive, and bask in the way not one, but two men have me wedged between them in a protective vise. I always slept alone. It was the only way I could sleep.

There would be times when Kyle passed out next to me and I laid there, stiff as a board, anxious and unable to sleep even with one eye open. And then even alone, I felt vulnerable. But here? Now? I could sleep through a bomb going off because what would I have to worry about with one on each side of me?

“Go back to sleep,” Cape grumbles suddenly, eyes still closed.

My bottom lip falls open as I stare at his peaceful face. How long has he been awake?

“How can she sleep when you are playing tug-o-war with me?” Julian’s voice is smooth as if he hasn’t been asleep at all.

“Maybe you should wait your turn, and then I wouldn’t have to.”

Julian scoffs and peeks his eyes open, looking at me. “You okay, baby?”

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