Page 145 of Wreckage

Then she reached out, her gentle hands cradling my face.

I shuddered under her touch, the warmth, the softness—Her realness. She was even more beautiful than before.

Brighter. Stronger. Whole.

“Hey, Troy,” she whispered, blue eyes locking onto mine.

“Elena, baby,” I rasped. “You’re here.”

She nodded. “I am, and I’d like to stay if that’s OK. If you’ll have me.”

A shaky breath left me as I grabbed her hands, pressing them to my lips.

“Fuck, baby,” I rasped. “That was never a question.”

I pulled her into my arms, burying my face in her neck, inhaling the scent I never thought I’d smell again.

“I will always want you,” I swore. “Always.”

I cupped her face, tilted her chin, and kissed her.

Deep. Desperate. Like I was trying to breathe life into my soul again.

She melted into me, her hands gripping my shirt like she needed me just as badly.

When I pulled back, I didn’t allow her to catch her breath.

I turned her toward Adrian.

“Kiss her,” I said softly.

Adrian didn’t hesitate.

His hands slid into her hair, his glasses slipping down his nose as he captured her lips.

I sat back, my chest so full it ached, watching them like I was watching something holy.

Because this was ours. She was ours. I had never—not once in my entire life—been this happy.

We had so much to talk about. So much to figure out. But right now?—

This was enough. Because she was home.

And nothing had ever felt so right.

Chapter 52

Elena

The kissing quickly turned into more, all of us losing our clothes only minutes later.

I let the guys explore my body, my head back as they kissed me while I kneeled in front of them. My pulse pounded in my ears as a soft gasp left me.

Adrian kissed against my throat while massaging my breast. Troy’s fingers slid between my legs as he gently explored my wetness.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he whispered as he rested his forehead against my temple.

I reached out and stroked them both, taking their thick girth into my hands the best I could. I’d never get over their size.