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Wade keeps talking, but I honestly have no idea about what. My orgasm is building, relentless and undeniable, and I know I can’t hold it off much longer.

“Wade,” I pant, cutting off whatever he’s saying. “I’ve… I’ve gotta go.”

I slap at the red “end call” button and toss my phone aside, not caring where it lands as the wave of pleasure that’s been building inside me hits its peak.

I cry out, shaking with the force of it, but Beckett doesn’t stop fucking me.

“Do that again,” he demands. “Wade didn’t get to hear you come, little menace. This time, I want you to scream so loud he hears it all the way back in California.”

He wraps an arm around my waist, holding me to him as he drives into me over and over. I can feel every piercing of his Jacob’s Ladder sliding in and out of me, the friction only adding to the fire consuming me.

“Give it to me,” he growls, his breath coming in harsh pants. “Give me one more, then I’m gonna fill that greedy pussy with my cum.”

My whole body shudders, his filthy words sending me over the edge again.

“That’s it,” he groans, his hips stuttering as his cock jerks and pulses inside me. “Fucking perfect.”

He slumps back against the seat, bringing me with him, and I’m still floating in a haze of pleasure as I collapse against him, utterly boneless.

He runs a hand down my hair, his touch gentle in the aftermath. “Tell us what that worthless prick wanted.”

I know he heard most of it, but I repeat it all, wanting to share this—just like everything else—with Tristan and Ryder too.

“He said he missed me,” I admit, wrinkling my nose. He claimed he wanted to rethink our ‘separation’ and what’s best for our future.”

As the fog of pleasure starts to clear and I fully process Wade’s words, it hits me in a rush just how over him I really am. I don’t even feel like the same person he dumped. I’m not even sure I recognize that person now that I’ve had a taste of being who I really want to be.

I straighten up abruptly, Beckett’s softening cock still buried inside me, and snatch my phone up again.

“What are you doing, baby?”

I show him, turning the screen so he can see as I pull up Wade’s contact and move to delete it, then change my mind and hit “block” instead.

I don’t just want my shitty ex out of my phone. I want him out of my life entirely. I don’t need him anymore, and I sure as hell don’t want him to call me again.

Something blazes in Beckett’s eyes, and he grips my hair without saying a word, then kisses me hard.

I melt into him. Not submitting this time, but meeting him as an equal. Kissing him the way I want to—because he makes me feel more like myself, more seen and authentic and real, than I ever thought was possible.

And because he makes me feel so many other things too.

I know it’s impossible for this thing that’s growing between us to last, but that doesn’t mean I don’t wish things could be different.

I wish I could keep him.

I wish I could keep all three of them.

31

LANA

I blink awakethe next morning, soft light filtering through the curtains. As I stretch, I notice that the bed is empty beside me, and when I glance over at the clock, I realize that I’ve slept in later than usual.

Guilt washes over me as I hurry out of bed, throwing on some clothes. The guys are probably already packing up so we can get back on the road, and here I am, still lounging around.

As I step out of the bedroom into the suite’s living room area, Tristan looks up from his tablet. A soft smile spreads across his face as he adjusts his glasses.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

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