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“Yes,” I hissed as cold liquid hit against the too sensitive skin of my pussy.

“Lift her up, Atticus.”

He didn’t even get all the words out before Atticus shifted my arms over my chest, securing me in a tight hug while he hoisted me up his body. With lube on his fingers, Ambrose stretched me out just enough for Atticus to take me there.

“All in the effort of convenience,” Ambrose said as he poured lube onto Atticus’ dick and spread it with a few pumps of his hand. Atticus moaned in my ear, and I echoed him. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

Then Ambrose was guiding Atticus’ dick to my ass, and he slowly pushed in. We both panted as he seated himself fully. I dropped my head back to Atticus’ shoulder and tried to catch my breath as I adjusted to his size.

“Now my turn.” Ambrose found my entrance and plunged inside.

I screamed at the fullness, arching my back as I reveled in the sensation. I wanted to touch them, dig my fingers into their skin, but Atticus had me completely locked down.

Slowly, they started to move in tandem, and I was lost against the building sensation.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Atticus groaned in my ear as he thrust faster, three more times, then yelled his pleasure.

Ambrose really started to hammer into me then, and it wasn’t long until we were both screaming with our release. I pulsed around them as they softened, until eventually, I lost them both. Atticus released my arms as he moved me to the side, while Ambrose went to take care of the condom.

When he came back, he had a warm washcloth in his hand, and he gently cleaned me up before disappearing back into the bathroom. The thought was sweet, but I still had to jump up anyway to go pee.

I passed Ambrose and shut the door, not ready for that level of intimacy yet.

Sated and sleepy, I crawled back onto the bed and flopped down between them. They worked together to throw the covers over us, but I was pretty sure by that time, I was already fast asleep.

Ten

If only fear were a source of energy and happiness. - September 12th

The restof the week had been so easy, it was almost too easy. I kept waiting for a clown to pop out of the closet or a blizzard to rain down over my house. Yes, I knew both of those were impossibilities, but I’d seen too much in my life to count anything out.

Rehearsals had gone well, and Randolf was getting better by the day. He had Kate tell us all through text that he hoped to be back in the studio this next week or the following one at the very latest. And I hoped he was. Because it wasn’t the same without him, even when there wasn’t sadness drenching the walls.

Then there was today. And I was quickly learning I was a glutton for punishment.

I never did anything with the letter, and after a glorious night of sex with Ambrose and Atticus, I lost most of my anxiousness, but the information in the articles kept nagging at my subconscious. When I was washing dishes, I would suddenly start thinking about the time difference. Or when I played the cello, thoughts of Eli invaded my head. Which had never happened before.

Playing the cello had been a thoughtless escape, allowing me to play with emotion rather than strategic calculation. Something about that just made it difficult to think about anything other than the melody and my next note.

I’d thought about the fucking time so much, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to get back to my life unless I solved the mystery of what really happened that day.

So here I sat, in my car outside of Bright Path. Ready to try and speak to Lauren again, only this time, I actually wanted to get answers. A calmness settled over me that I’d never felt before the men had come into my life.

Laughing softly, I dropped my chin to my chest. Ambrose and Atticus were the only ones who were really with me in any meaningful way. Kenzo and Saint could easily be there in one breath and gone in the next.

And that was okay. I wouldn’t begrudge them any happiness in living their life, no matter how badly I wanted to keep them. They’d already given me so much by accepting me as I was the few times I had been in their presence.

My phone chimed, and I looked down.

Kenzo: I can’t wait to see you later today.

Me: Me either. Repeat of last time?

The dots seemed to move for what seemed like forever, then his message popped up.

Kenzo: I told you, I’m not about that. We can head down to the beach, but there will be talking, hand holding, and maybe if you’re lucky, a kiss or two.

Bullshit, I thought and grinned like a…bad analogy. Like someone infatuated.

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