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He sometimes ignores me, sometimes says things like, “Shh, kitten, you’re okay,” and, “Patience, sweetheart,” and, “You can handle it, can’t you? You’re such a good boy.”

Nolan tells him, “I’m close, oh, sir, I’m close,” and Hunter moves his hand from his chest down, grasping Nolan at the root of his cock in a tight squeeze.

He says, “You can come after I do.”

I shudder, realizing I wasn’t included in that equation. Realizing I might have to endure their orgasms first.

A sob wracks through me.

“Oh fuck,” Hunter growls, pressing his forehead to Nolan’s trap muscle. “The two of you—fuck.”

We’ve been together long enough now. Even if I couldn’t feel his cock starting to pulse against mine, I’d know—he’s about to come.

There’s no way of preparing for it. It’s unbelievably hot, nearly burning hot. His cock jerks against mine. He makes it worse, grinding himself hard into Nolan, grinding himself hard against my cock.

I howl in frustration, shaking my head frantically, Nolan’s cum splattering onto my stomach, his hole fluttering around us.

“Hunter,” I sob. “Nol. Please—need it, need—hurts, Hunter ithurts. Please, need to—take it off, okay? Please?Pleasetake it off. Please—it hurts, it hurts, I need—it hurts.”

There’s a hand on my face, stroking my cheek, and I can hear someone saying, “Deep breaths, just take a deep breath, you’re okay.”

And it’s not as tight now, it’s not painfully squeezing my cock, but it’s still so hot, so hot and wet and still pretty fucking tight,and I can’t breathe, I can’t think, and Nolan starts slowly rolling his hips, shuddering from the overstimulation, and I lose it.

“Such a good boy, kitten. So fucking good for me,” the person—Hunter, it’s Hunter—says low in my ear, his finger continuing to touch my cheek. “Breathe. It’s okay. I’m going to—”

“Please,” I sob. I blink, blink, blink the tears from my eyes until I manage to see him. He’s flushed, sweating, his hair is wild, his eyes the brightest green I’ve ever seen. I make a sound I didn’t know humans could make and whisper, “Sir, please let me come.”

Those green eyes flash, his breath catching.

Then he’s reaching down and for a brutal, awful second the ring is tighter,oh god, it’s tighter, that’s not nice, that’s not nice at all, why would he—and then the ring is gone. Just gone. And Nolan rolls his hips again and the world goes black around the edges and Hunter takes my cheeks between thumb and fingers to make me look at him and says, “Come for me, Maison,” before sealing his lips over mine.

And I come.

And come.

And come.

And everything is safe and good and fuzzy and I never, ever want to be anywhere else but right here.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Nolan

I’m halfway through making breakfast when Bryce calls me. I put my phone between my shoulder and ear as I stir the French toast batter, keeping my voice low since the men I love are pulling a lazy Sunday morning sleep-in upstairs. “Hello?”

“We can’t have your party today.” I frown.Party? What party?“Carter is freaking out about final exams and since your man is a professor I figure he’s probably busy too. So, we’re having it Friday.”

I’m just about to ask what the fuck he’s talking about when I remember the plans I got roped into when we were at the house yesterday. God, that feels like weeks ago. So much has changed between the three of us in this house. We feel solid. Steady. Safe.

If only Maison would quit… But at least it’s on his goal list.

Bryce groans in my ear when I’ve been silent for too long. “Please tell me Friday works for you. I swear, for a bunch of anti-social neurotics, our friend group has way too many things on their schedules.”

I roll my eyes. “Friday is fine. I’ll check with Hunter, but it’s okay if he can’t come.”

Considering I haven’t even applied to classes yet, it wouldn’t be the end of the world.

Bryce does not agree. “Oh, no. Nope. He has to come. I have so many more questions for him!”

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