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Taking Jethro’s hand, I place it on my cock and guide it to Sora’s dripping pussy. Then I take his shaft and line him up in the back. We hold gazes as we ease each other into our girl. Him guiding me. Me guiding him.

Holding Sora up between us isn’t a problem, but the agony of slowly easing into our mate with Jethro’s hand on my cock has my muscles shaking and weak. Fuck, I wish I could kiss them both at the same time.

Our girl hums in pleasure as we lower her down on both our cocks. When I bottom out, Jethro cups my balls. When he’s seated deep inside her, I do the same to him. We move perfectly in sync. And when we come, we come together. The three of us. Afterward, we stay there, in the shower, holding our girl, knowing this moment is important.

That wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t kinky or fast or desperate like the other times we’ve been together.

That was making love.

Chapter 28

Sora

Oncewe’reallclean,my men dress me in one of Kyro’s shirts, feed me, and put me to bed. I feel bad that they’re doing so much for me when they’re injured too, but they reassure me multiple times that they want to take care of me.

I think I’m starting to understand.

With Manny, I always felt like Ihadto take care of him because that’s what was expected. Obligation and shame drove every action, along with the slim hope that maybe, if I did enough, he’d give me what I needed. He’d be with me, care for me, love me.

And whenever I failed, when I messed up and burned dinner, or broke a dish, or forgot to tell him something, or left the laundry in the washing machine for too long, I would beat myself up and feel like I didn’t deserve love. Didn’t deserve tobe cared for if I couldn’t care for someone else.

I was so busy taking care of him I didn’t take care of myself. And the few times I did, I felt guilty for it. So I waited for him to take care of me, hoped he would if I just did enough. But it was never enough. The few times I was brave enough to ask for what I needed from him, either inside or outside the bedroom, he always seemed irritated.

All these thoughts crowd my mind when I wake up sandwiched between my two sleeping dragons. They do such a good job taking care of me, but am I just falling into the same problems I was trying to avoid by staying out of a relationship? I can’t just expect them to take care of all my needs for me. I know that, theoretically. It’s part of why I wanted to stay single after my divorce, so I could figure out who I am and how to take care of myself on my own.

That’s no longer an option. So what does it look like to take care of myself, rather than waiting for someone else to take care of me, while in a relationship? How do I receive what they have to offer without feeling like I'm being selfish for accepting their love and help? How do I still take care of myself in this new situation?

I’m honestly not sure.

With a deep breath, I slip quietly out of bed, not wanting to wake my men. Whatever was in the pool really took it out ofme. My foot still aches through to the bone, but I’m feeling well enough to walk on it now.

Kyro and Jethro got the brunt of the poison, and then they barely set me down all night, carrying me around the apartment and getting me whatever I needed. It was glorious, but I felt guilty about it, too. I felt a lot of things last night.

My body heats thinking about the way they lifted and lowered me between the two of them in the shower. It was tame compared to the other sexual experiences we’ve had, but it was my favorite. I loved being sandwiched between my mates, having them inside me at the same time.

Picking up my phone, I see it’s six in the morning. I’m supposed to be at work at eight. Could I get there in time if I left right now? Maybe if a dragon flew me, but… should I even go with everything that’s going on with the Ruby Diamond Horde? It might not be safe.

I should wake up one of the guys and have them take me to school. Home, and then to school. I can’t wear Kyro’s t-shirt to work, even if it goes down to my knees.

Jethro rolls over and throws an arm and a leg around Kyro in his sleep. They look too peaceful to disturb.

I pick up my phone and slip out into the hall to call the school.

Yesterday was the first day I missed since taking the job a yearago. And here I am, missing a second one already. I wonder who they got to sub for me yesterday. Hopefully, it wasn’t Miss Smith. The kids don’t like her and always complain when she subs for the other teachers. Even if they get someone else, I don’t have lessons planned. The kids will get behind on the curriculum and we’ll be playing catch up the rest of the week—if I even make it in for the rest of the week.

Mind spinning, I place a hand over my heart, take a few slow breaths, notice how my body feels in this moment, and ask myself what I need. Just like my therapist encouraged me to do last time we talked.

What would my therapist say about me going to work after everything? She’d probably tell me the school is prepared for this, and I don’t have to break myself to keep from inconveniencing them. What would Jethro and Kyro say? They would definitely want me to stay here. I think of what Jethro told me the other day.

“You don’t have to earn your existence.”

Tears fill my eyes.

But don’t I? Staying here and lounging around with two hot men all day is so selfish. But… what do I need?

Two slow deep breaths, and I know. Beneath all the noise in my mind, I know I need to stay here. I could make it to school. I could force myself through the day despite the ache in myfoot and the worry about what will happen with the temples, and it would be fine. That’s what I’d do if I was with Manny. Force myself to keep going so he wouldn’t think less of me. But Jethro and Kyro aren’t like that.

And I don’t want to be like that anymore, either. I want the balance that was always lacking in my life before.

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