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“I need to come,” I cry out. “Please, fuck, please let me come.”

“Just a little longer, baby,” Kade grunts. “I want you to come with us.”

“I can’t hold it,” I sob, tears falling against my cheeks.

Every nerve ending fires, and I can’t decipher pleasure from pain anymore. It all melds together into this perfect sensation I didn’t know existed.

“You ready?” Emmett asks.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Kade responds, his arms tightening around my shoulders as his thrusts become erratic.

“Come for us, Little Temptress. Come all over our cocks,” Emmett commands, and I’m flying over the edge before I can take my next breath.

A strangled scream tears from somewhere deep inside me as my vision blurs and my body convulses beneath the weight of the pleasure washing over me, and I give in to it.

I allow it to drag me under until I’m nothing but a writhing, crying mess, trusting the men I’m sandwiched between to take care of me as I surrender to them completely.

And it’s the most peace I’ve ever felt in my life.

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

EMMETT

If you had asked me whether I thought my twin brother was capable of aftercare, I probably would have laughed in your face.

And yet here I am, handing him a glass of water for him to help Waverly drink while he has her bundled up in his lap with a soft blanket wrapped around her. He whispers soft praise to her as she comes back to herself, and I can’t help but feel a little jealous.

I loved providing aftercare after our scene at the club. When it was just us in our own little bubble, our bodies coming down from what we’d just played out. It’s true peace.

But I don’t begrudge Kade having this time with her.

Not like I thought I would.

I round the other side of the bed and prop myself up beside them. I brush my fingers down Waverly’s cheek, reveling in the softness beneath my touch.

“You doing okay, Little Temptress?” I murmur softly.

I turned all the lights off, apart from the bedside table, when I got up to get her water and a muesli bar, allowing the room to have a more relaxed feel as her senses calmed down.

She nods. “I’m good.” The words are whispered, but there’s a happiness in her tone I don’t think I’ve heard from her before.

We’ve thrown so much at her tonight, far more than I thought she would be able to handle. And yet here she is in my twin’s arms, her body soft and relaxed as he cares for her.

“You were magnificent, sweet girl,” Kade tells her. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than when you fell apart for us.”

Her cheeks heat, and she buries her face into his bare chest, but the soft smile that touches her lips is all the proof I need that she doesn’t regret anything that happened between us tonight.

“Have some more water for me,” Kade demands, his words gentle, but there’s no arguing with him as he holds the glass to her lips, and she drinks obediently.

God, she’s perfect.

She’s everything I hoped she would be and more.

“Are you tired?” I ask, and she nods her head as she stifles a yawn.

“How about we get some sleep, and we can talk more tomorrow?”

“Don’t you have to work tomorrow? It’s Sunday after all.”

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