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I stroke myself, watching them move together, her body accepting both men with practiced ease.

When Chase gets close, he pulls back. “Want to feel you properly.”

They rearrange smoothly—Chase on his back, Evie straddling him. She sinks down on his cock with a moan of satisfaction. Zane positions himself behind her, fingers working her other entrance carefully.

“Ready for both of us, baby?” Zane asks when she’s relaxed enough.

Her answering moan encourages him. He pushes in slowly while Chase stays still, letting her adjust to having both of them inside her. The sight of her taking both cocks makes my own throb with need.

They find their rhythm—Chase thrusting up while Zane pushes in, Evie moving between them in perfect counterpoint. Her cries get louder as pleasure builds.

I move to stand by her head, offering my cock to her eager mouth. She takes me deep while riding my brothers, all of us moving as one.

Her orgasm hits hard, inner muscles clenching around the cocks filling her. The sensation triggers Chase’s release while Zane and I keep going, drawing out her pleasure.

We switch positions throughout the night, taking turns filling every hole, making her come again and again until she’s limp with satisfaction. When we finally collapse together, she’s thoroughly claimed by all of us.

EPILOGUE

EVIE

One Year Later

Rose’s weddingtransforms our gallery’s garden into something magical. White chairs line the paths between blooming roses that Mrs. Wilson tends with religious devotion. Fairy lights twine through trellises, waiting for dusk to turn everything golden.

Watching my friend fret over her dress, I remember my own first wedding. Luca had demanded perfection—designer gown, cathedral ceremony, five hundred guests who meant nothing to me.

My parents hadn’t attended. They died in a car crash my sophomore year of college, leaving me vulnerable to Luca’s manipulation.

“You’re thinking too much.” Rose catches my eye in the mirror. Her dress is simple and elegant—everything her first life as an FBI agent denied her. “Share?”

“Just remembering.” I smooth her veil. “Thinking about how far we’ve come.”

She turns, taking my hands. “From witness protection to the MC family. Quite a journey.”

“From running scared to real happiness.” I squeeze her fingers. “You deserve this.”

Movement in the garden catches my attention. Violet races past with Owen and Piper. Daisy leads a pack of younger kids in some complex game involving chalk circles and motorcycle noises. The twins toddle after them, both of them already showing Zane’s need for speed.

“Mama!” Violet spots me through the window. “Uncle Teller’s teaching us wheelies!”

“Is he now?” I raise my eyebrow at our MC president, who has the grace to look sheepish.

“Just theory,” he protests, while Clay and Kip snicker. “No actual bikes involved.”

Ayla appears with their new daughter, who is balanced on her hip. Two years of sharing three men has only made her more radiant. “Yet. No bikes yet.”

The garden fills steadily. MC members in clean cuts mix with Rose’s remaining FBI contacts.

“Time check!” Ayla calls up to the bridal suite.

“Almost ready.” Rose’s hands shake slightly as she adjusts her bouquet. “Just need a minute.”

I shoo everyone else out, giving her space. “Cold feet?”

“Warm everything.” Her smile could light cities. “Just…processing. All those years undercover, then helping you run, then finding this…” She gestures at her reflection. “Sometimes it feels like someone else’s life.”

I hug her carefully, avoiding crushing her dress. “It’s yours. You earned it.”

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