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My arms flop across Reggie’s neck as I surrender to wave after wave of orgasmic release.

“I, I…” I gasp, the confession that has long been buried bubbling forth. “I, I love you. I love all of you.”

In that instant, everything comes to a standstill and the room holds its breath.

“You love us?” Reggie asks softly, his eyes searching mine with a mix of wonder and resolve. “Yes,” I murmur, gathering the strength in my voice. “Yes, I love you guys. Truly, each of you, and all of you together. I want this. I want us, forever.”

From behind, Braden’s voice, rich and earnest, murmurs, “I love you, too, Kenzie,” as he wraps his arms securely around my waist and slips back inside me, drawing a fresh moan from deep within me.

Soon, Reggie starts moving as well, filling me completely from within, while I feel Braden swell, his passion peaking, until he finally releases, whispering murmurs of love into my ear.

Reggie doesn’t yield until he is completely spent, filling me with his cum and cradling me in an intimate, lingering grip.

Ambrose stands apart. His face is as pale as porcelain, his expression sad, as though he has seen a vision too stark to embrace.

The collective rapture falters as we notice he is no longer moving in harmony with us, his desire evaporating into a distance.

Without a word, Ambrose slips away.

Concern overtakes me, and I find myself pursuing him, trailing him into the quiet seclusion of the bathroom.

“Ambrose, what’s wrong?” I plead, my voice laden with worry.

His admission comes in a rush, a breathless confession as he tells me, “I can’t do this. I can’t do this…I don’t know...I don’t know if this is what I want. I’m not certain I can share you, that I can truly embrace a poly relationship. I’m not ready for that kind of commitment.”

The raw honesty in his words brings tears to my eyes, and soon I see them glisten in his as well, a visible testament to how deeply he cares.

“Then why not one more time, as a farewell? Just me and you,” I whisper, letting my hand fall gently on his arm as if to ground him in the intimacy of our shared bond.

“I love you, Ambrose. I wasn’t lying about that.”

Our first kiss is tentative, a slow, cautious meeting of lips that gradually blooms into a passionate hunger as our bodies grow more insistent with each passing second.

I fall to my knees before him, taking his thick length into my mouth, moving slowly back and forth in a sensuous rhythm.

His hand finds its way to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as he feels the pleasure my eager ministrations evoke.

Lifting me into his arms, he carries me to the cool countertop of the bathroom, where he positions himself decisively between my legs.

With a rough yet measured intensity, he enters me, his movements slow, deep, setting a methodical rhythm that draws me into a shuddering climax.

My legs wrap around him instinctively, drawing him closer with each thrust as I surrender to the relentless, repeating waves of pleasure.

With one final set of deliberate pumps, Ambrose releases inside me, his body trembling in the wake of his own passion, before planting one final, lingering kiss on my lips and departing without a backward glance.

He dresses and escapes from our shared intimacy. I trail after him out of the bathroom, but he leaves the house entirely.

We watch him disappear, Braden, Reggie and I, the silence thick with unspoken questions and the aching uncertainty of what comes next.

“We want to be together, right?” I ask softly, and with a shared, solemn nod, they agree.

“Everything’s just going to feel so strange without him.” Reggie sighs.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Ambrose

The cold airsears my lungs as I push myself forward, each footfall striking the pavement with a relentless, angry rhythm.

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