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“God, yes,” Theo rasps, following suit and surrendering to the intense sensations that envelop us all.

As they both reach their peak, Gray’s strong arms gently guide me onto my back on the bed, his warm brown eyes full of concern and affection. He tenderly begins cleaning me up, wiping away the remnants of our shared passion with a soft cloth. His touch is soothing, making me feel cherished and adored in a way I’ve never experienced before.

“Are you okay?” Gray asks, his voice a balm as it washes over me. “Do you want to cuddle?”

I nod, my throat too tight for words—the emotions that flood me are overwhelming, a tidal wave of love and connection that leaves me breathless. As Gray wraps his strong, protective arms around me, I lean into his embrace, letting the safety and warmth of his body ground me in this surreal moment.

“Thank you,” I whisper against his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him—a mix of clean laundry and a hint of woodsy cologne. “This…this was amazing.”

Gray chuckles softly, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead. “You’re amazing, Oakley. Don’t ever forget that.”

I close my eyes, savoring the tenderness of his words and the solid comfort of his presence. The weight of the past betrayals and heartbreaks that once burdened me feels lighter now, carried and shared by these incredible men who have managed to break through the walls I’d built around my heart.

“Promise me you’ll always be here,” I murmur, my voice barely audible as I cling to Gray. “I don’t think I can bear to lose any of you.”

“Oakley,” Gray says softly, his sincerity shining through in his voice. “I promise—we’re not going anywhere. We’re here for you, always.”

The afterglow is like a warm, gentle embrace, wrapping around me as I lie on the bed, the soft sheets underneath me. My body hums with satisfaction, every part of me feeling alive and cherished. Gray’s lips leave a trail of tender kisses along my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine.

“Can we all cuddle?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “I want to feel each of you close to me.”

“Of course, Oakley,” Reid responds, his deep voice soothing and reassuring.

Gray moves his body so that his head is still close to mine, arm around my shoulders and lips pressing kisses to my neck, but his legs are angled away. Reid slithers into the vacant spot and presses his warm body against mine, draping an arm over my waist and resting his head on my stomach. Theo grins and snuggles up on the other side of me, nuzzling into my neck, making me giggle.

“Is this okay?” Gray asks, concern lacing his voice.

“More than okay,” I sigh, luxuriating in the secure feeling that envelops me. “This is perfect.”

As I settle into the warmth of their bodies, my thoughts drift to how incredibly lucky I am to have found these men who love and cherish me. Their presence calms the storms inside me, quelling my fears and insecurities.

The steady rhythm of their breathing lulls me to sleep, the essence of safety and love enveloping me. As I drift off, I realize that this is where I belong—cradled in the arms of these extraordinary men who have captured my heart and soul. Here, with them, I find the solace and contentment I’ve always longed for.

39

OAKLEY

The early morning sunlight seeps through the curtains of my hotel room, casting a gentle glow on our entwined bodies. Reid’s strong arms encircle my waist while Gray’s warm breath fans against the nape of my neck. I sigh contentedly, not wanting to leave this cocoon of comfort. The only thing that would make it better is Theo, though I hear the sounds of him taking a shower in the bathroom.

My phone buzzes on the nightstand, pulling me from my peaceful reverie. I squint at the screen, trying to read the caller ID without my contacts in. Carefully, I disentangle myself from Reid and Gray’s embrace, doing my best not to disrupt their sleep. I tiptoe across the room, grabbing my phone just before it goes to voicemail.

“Hello?” I answer, my voice still thick with sleep.

“Oakley? It’s your dad.” I feel a surge of guilt for how I’ve been mostly ignoring him so far on this trip.

“Hey, Dad,” I reply, running a hand through my messy hair. “What’s up?”

“Sweetheart, I wanted to remind you about the family luau this weekend,” he says, and I can hear the excitement in his voice. “Everyone’s going to be there, and I know you’ve been enjoying time with your friends on this trip, but I wanted to make sure you’re coming.”

“Of course, Dad,” I say, trying to sound as enthusiastic as he does. In reality, the thought of facing my stepmother and her constant nagging makes me want to crawl back into bed and hide under the covers. But for Dad, I’ll put on a brave face and endure it. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Great!” he exclaims, clearly relieved. “I’ll see you there, then. Bring the Archers if you want—they’re practically part of the family anyway.”

“Thanks, Dad. I’ll let them know.” I can’t help but grin at the thought of bringing Iris, Reid, Gray, and Theo to face off against my stepmother. If anything, it’ll be interesting.

“Alright, sweetheart. Have a good day.”

“Will do,” I promise, hanging up with a smile. As much as I dread the luau, knowing that Dad’s got my back makes it all feel more manageable.

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