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“You?” he asked, voice low. “Fucked her?”

I shook my head. “We messed around a little,” I admitted. “But I didn’t—” I hesitated before sighing. “I wanted to wait. I did get her off, though, and she, uh, got me off, too.”

Troy tilted his head, studying me in that way only he could—like he could see right through me and read every thought in my head before I even said it.

I swallowed, my throat tight, my mind on the hours before when I’d touched her—tasted her. My dick pulsed with need instantly at those memories.

“I wanted to do it with you,” I continued softly, barely audible, my heart pounding as I confessed my intentions. “Both of us. Together. With her. She’s a virgin. No one has ever touched her. It didn’t seem right for me to take it all when she belongs to both of us.”

Troy didn’t move for a moment. When he did, he grinned.

He didn’t tease or mock me for my words and feelings.

He understood, and at that moment, I knew he’d have waited for me, too.

He stripped out of his clothes immediately, climbing into bed beside Elena, pulling her from me and into him.

She stirred, fluttering her lashes, and the moment she realized he was back, she sucked in a sharp, shaky breath, her eyes filling with tears.

Troy’s arm wrapped around her, holding her so tightly, his lips pressing to her forehead, her cheeks, anywhere he could reach.

Her hands gripped his face, and then she was kissing him. Deep, desperate, full of relief, love, and fear all at once.

“I was so scared,” she whispered against his lips, her voice cracking, her fingers trembling against his skin in the firelight. “I thought you weren’t coming back.”

Troy shook his head, kissing her over and over.

“I will always come back,” he answered repeatedly, as if it were a prayer, a promise he would never dream of breaking to her.

I watched them, my chest tight. So many emotions rushed through me that I wasn’t sure which to focus on first.

Fuck it.

I didn’t need to sort through them.

I moved closer to them. I couldn’t stay away. Not from her. Not from him.

I pressed against her back, wrapping my arms around both of them as best I could. My lips found the soft curve of her shoulder, and my breath mingled with theirs.

We held her together, anchoring her between us, surrounding her with warmth and safety, reassuring her without words.

As the fire crackled beside us, our bodies pressed tightly together, and I listened to the steady, rhythmic sound of our breathing; only one thought ran through my head.

One more day.

We made it one more day.

I would fight for as many more as it took.

I was greedy like that.

Chapter 28

Elena

Troy’s lips skimmed along my bare shoulder as Adrian kissed me gently. After my afternoon with Adrian, my nerves were twisted at the prospect of a night with Troy joining us.

I let the brothers touch me, both allowing their hands to follow the curves of my breasts and hips as they took their time.

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