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I shake my head, my hair falling down over my shoulders. It takes real effort to get my mouth to form words because there is a hollow, too stretched feeling taking up all the room. When it finally works, my voice sounds watery to my own ears. “You want to keep me for six months?”

Derek freezes beneath me, before his arms tighten in the best hug I have ever had. I turn into his arms and wrap my own around his neck, papers still clutched in my hands. “Baby, yes. Six months. To start. We want to spoil you, keep you for ourselves, to show you everything we crave. Is that something you want? The six months is more of a check-in, make sure everyone is still happy with the arrangement.”

I nod, a sniffle accompanying the sound. They want to keep me for six months. I get to keep them for six months. I’m not even going to think about the possibility of more. Not right now.

Six. Fucking. Months.

My fucking heart is going to need some super glue after all of this.

“And what about the contract gift? Did you see that, princess?”

Over Derek’s shoulder, I look at the last block of text and almost freak the fuck out again.

Ten thousand dollars a month.

Yeah, the rate is obviously a lot less than this weekend, but it’s not a one-off gift. It’s a termed gift. Sixty-thousand dollars for twenty-six weekends. That’s just over two K per weekend.

My gaze drifts down to the bottom of the page, where the signatures and dates belong. All four of them have already signed. The only blank spaces are for my signature and date. They are all in on this. So certain they want it, want me, for that long.

Their certainty sparks my own. I don’t want to think about this. I don’t want to hem and haw. I want what they are offering to show me. This entire weekend, they have looked after me, even while getting what they paid for. I’ve never been so cared for in my life. Not even by Tray.

Balls to the motherfucking wall.

Pressing tighter into Derek, I click the top of the pen, brace the paper on the couch, and sign.

As soon as I raise my pen, a rush of relief hits me. They are mine for the next six months. No one can take them away from me.

Chapter 42

Emery

“Have you got everything, baby?” Derek asks as I wheel Oakley’s little suitcase toward the kitchen.

He is waiting for me by the couch and takes the handle as I pause in front of him. There are a million emotions on his face, some indecipherable. All I know is, I’m fucking floating. They picked me. Me. Sad, little orphan me.

And even though I need to go home now, they have promised me at least two dates between now and next weekend. Giddy—that’s what I’m feeling right now. My heart is suspended so high above me, I feel like it’s attached to a million balloons and is drifting off into the clouds.

“I think so, Daddy,” I reply, smiling so wide my cheeks hurt. I step into him and wrap my arms around his middle, pressing my ear to his chest and listening to his heartbeat.

Derek automatically wraps his free arm around me, and all I want to do is burrow into him until I can wear him back to my dorm room. He rubs my lower back, and I breathe in his musky cologne.

“I don’t want to leave,” I murmur, not caring how clingy that makes me sound. No one has ever wanted to keep me before, and now that they do, they are just going to have to deal with my previously hidden stage-five clinger personality.

I didn’t even know I was this clingy. Seeing other people like this is usually a massive ick for me, but now that I have someone—several someones—to be this gross around, you bet your ass I’m going to be as disgusting as possible.

Hell, besides one sketchbook of drawings that I have sticky-taped together, prior to this weekend, there wasn’t a single thing, let alone person, in this world that I was overly protective of.

“I don’t want you to leave, either,” he replies with a kiss to the top of my head. “But we need to get a few things sorted out on our end. Xavier has already programed all our numbers into your phone and yours into ours. I’m sure there is even a group chat already started between the five of us.”

A giggle escapes, and the noise still shocks me. What have these men done to me? “Yeah, there is. Daddy Darcy has been sending me gift ideas already.”

“That is not surprising. We’ve been looking for you for a long time. Did we tell you that the invitation you responded to was going to be the last one? It was our last attempt at finding a baby girl for us to share.”

I snap my head back to look at him, mouth hanging open. “Really?”

He smiles, his dark brown eyes scanning my face. “Really. On Thursday nights, we all get together to play poker at my place, and we were discussing changing the ad. I wanted to take it down altogether. But it’s like the kink gods were listening and sent you to us.”

I snicker. “Kink gods? I don’t think that’s a thing.”

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