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I move my hand out of the way and stroke around to her back. She pulls on my hair, leans up with me, and allows me to unhook her bra completely. It gets discarded somewhere on the bed and when she leans back down, I devour her.

My mouth seals around her teased nipple, and I kiss and suck with all my strength. Using my hand, I tease and pull at her other nipple while making sure the attention never stops. Rayne moans openly now, her voice cracking every so often when the pleasure peaks and her whimpers pitch. Back and forth, her hands run through my hair, switching to an iron grasp every time something makes her feel particularly good.

I experiment with pressure, biting lightly at her nipple and then soothing the nub with flat licks of my tongue. Once her nipple is swollen and red from the attention, I switch to her other breast. Just as I settle to repeat my movements, Rayne suddenly cries out and her entire body quivers under me as if she’s about to shake apart.

An orgasm.

Behind me, Archer grins proudly before he’s shoved out of the way by Frankie who takes his place between her legs. Rayne whimpers and tosses her head back and forth until Archer is there to cup her chin and kiss her.

We swiftly bring her to a second and a third orgasm this way. By the time we’re done, she’s panting heavily and her gorgeous body shines with a sheen of sweat. But we don’t stop there.

The entire day and a portion of the night are spent in bed with Rayne. We hold her close and finger her to the next orgasm that wrings out of her. She’s certain she has no more left to give until I slide my cock inside her and fuck her hard and fast. There’s something about being inside her that makes me feral. Nothing else exists in my mind. All I can think about is fucking her until I’m imprinted inside her and she’ll never forget me. Her fifth orgasm comes on the end of my cock. Her sixth comes on the end of Frankie’s, then we have to pause for some food.

Pancakes and cream are ordered, and half the cream ends up on Rayne’s body for us to lick off. Archer fucks her next, and he takes it slow. Each thrust is hard, but he maintains a pace that brings her slowly to the edge and holds her there. By the time she comes, her orgasm ends up lasting for a few long minutes. We hold her through it, worshiping every inch of her body until finally, she rests.

We create a nest around her, and Rayne settles into us, utterly spent and sated. Outside, the stars twinkle in through the window and sparkling water gently fizzes on the trolley of empty plates.

We are at peace. All of us.

Until Frankie moves. He sits up and clears his throat, one hand on Rayne’s bare thigh.

“I think…” he says quietly. “I think I’m ready.”

“For?” Archers asks, not opening his eyes as he rests against Rayne’s tummy.

“To scatter Harry’s ashes.”

“Your brother?” Rayne asks. She moves her hand to Frankie’s elbow. “You have them?”

He nods. “I brought them to the cabin maybe seven, eight years ago? But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t get rid of him. But after everything with Cecil and you, Rayne… You’ve made me feel whole again, like I’m not so broken.”

“Oh, baby,” Rayne murmurs.

“So I think I’m ready,” Frankie repeats.

“Let's do it, then,” I say. “Let’s scatter Harry’s ashes.”

38

RAYNE

Being back at the cabin is… strange. It feels more like home than any other building I’ve lived in over the years, and there’s a welcome comfort that comes from walking through its halls and soaking up the heat from the blazing fire Archer stoked in the fireplace.

Even the drive up here felt different. It was like I was finally seeing the trees for the first time and appreciating the beauty of the mountains that became my safe haven for over a month.

Before we left the lodge, I called Nina and poured my entire heart out to her. She was mostly happy I wasn’t dead and only ten percent pissed that I had fallen in love before she got a chance to check any of the men out.

I also told her I was pregnant. As I wander through the cabin's kitchen, her advice sings in my mind.

Tell them the truth.

It’s my only option. I have absolutely no idea what to do with a baby, or even if I want to keep it. If I do, how do I decide who the father is? Will they want to know or will they all want to raise it?

And if they don’t? If the baby is a deal breaker? Nick has only just gotten a chance to see his daughter again. Will he really want a baby on top of that?

This and more spin through my mind as I walk slowly into the lounge. The remnants of Christmas are still everywhere, and despite it being New Year’s Eve, it still feels like Christmas. I love it. My attention drifts up to the countless twinkling lights above.

More than a month ago, I woke up here convinced I was going to be chow for three gorgeous yet scary mountain men. Instead, I found acceptance. Love. Peace.

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