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“Yes…”

“Fuck yes,” I hissed and then drove myself forward.

Her body fought me, but this was a war we’d both win. I drew back, only to slam back inside. Her cunt was already starting to twitch around me, forcing my hand to slide down. Find her swollen little clit and roll it around between my fingers, like a marble in oil, her cries matched mine. Sharp, desperate things that cut through the air as I fucked her against the wall.

“Been thinkin’ about this since the second I saw you. That day with the towel? Nearly dropped it just to get a better look at you.” She didn’t have a reply. Well, not one with words, but her moans were music to my ears. “You ruin me, sweetheart. Every fuckin’ time you smile, every time you laugh. Thought I was gonna go mad wanting you.”

My lips found her neck, kissing her softly, sweetly, even as my body wreaked havoc with hers.

“You pushed me too hard. I was trying to stay cool, keep this shit locked down, but…” My heart was thundering in my chest, even as the door creaked open. Rhett and Garrett stumbled in. Everyone would be witness to my fall, and right now I was perfectly OK with that. “You’re it for me, Katie. The end of the line. My girl. Mine. Now come for me, baby.”

It felt like more than just her cunt clamping down on my cock. We were locked together on a whole other level. The pub, the gym, everything, they were just obstacles getting in the way of this. It wasn’t just my seed pumping into her, sucked free by the frantic pulses of her cunt. It was everything. That’s why I cradled her in my arms, holding her close as we both shuddered through this. I’d probably regret every damn word afterwards, but right now…? I was exactly where I needed to be.

“Mine…” I whispered one last time, completely unrepentant.

“Ours.” Rhett stepped forward and tilted Katie’s face his way. He stroked her cheeks, then her hair, until she leaned blindly towards him, forcing him to kiss those pretty lips. “I’ll take you on dates every damn night I have off from work, but I need us to stop kidding ourselves. I’m in. Rhys has obviously jumped feet first, and Garrett’s trying to keep his shit together until you give us a sign.” His thumb stroked her jaw. “Give us a sign, Katie. Put us out of our misery and?—”

“Yes.” Suddenly that was my most favourite word in the English language. “Yes.”

Chapter49

Katie

I woke up the next morning gloriously sore.

Sleep? Never heard of it. We’d replaced the need for rest with one for each other. Even after I’d drifted off for a little while, someone would rouse and reach for me, and then I’d be clawing at their back or their shoulders, riding them to another screaming orgasm. A cautious scratch at the door had my head jerking up and off the pillow, making clear that I wasn’t going anywhere.

Somehow, we’d all piled onto Rhys’ king size bed, and to say it was a tight fit was an understatement. I was lying enmeshed in a tangle of limbs, a cage I had no interest in escaping, until I heard a thin whine.

Bronson!

I wriggled, and that earned me a groan, then a snort, their grip on me tightening. Fighting back a little laugh, I pushed back harder, finally pushing Rhys off me. Who knew the gym bunny was a total snuggle bug? Deprived of his hold on me, he rolled over and into Garrett, the picture the two of them made as they cuddled closer was something that needed to be recorded for posterity. Right as I went looking for my phone, a sharp bark let me know Bronson was done waiting. The guys snuffled, snorted, and started to move, letting me escape the bed. I plucked a huge t-shirt off the floor and yanked it over my head as I opened the door to a frantically wriggling Bronson.

He whined, yodelled, and sang the song of his people to me, and it became clear why. The poor boy needed outside to pee badly. I stifled my own need to do the same, putting the lead hanging by the front door on him and then letting him outside. I was yanked over to the closest tree, and thank god it was still early. The neighbours missed the sight of my bare legs as I stood there, supervising Bronson.

But the neighbour’s dog didn’t.

It started barking furiously as soon as it realised we were here, and the change in Bronson was instantaneous. Mid-pee he started for the door, leaving a trail behind him.

“Bronson!” I hissed, desperately trying to rein him in and dodge his pee trail at the same time. “Bronson!”

“Oi!”

Rhett appeared at the door, bleary eyed, but scowling at the fence. His sharp command had the other dog quietening down. Bronson went into full submissive mode, rolling over onto his belly at Rhett’s feet, only to earn himself a tummy scratch.

“Morning.”

That knowing look, that sly smile, it made clear he was still thinking of everything that had happened last night. Of course, that had me revisiting some of the highlights, the cool breeze playing over parts of me that were no doubt red raw after last night’s crazy.

“Morning,” I replied. “I should jump in the shower, get dressed. I’ve got an afternoon shift at the vets, but?—”

“Or…” He steered me towards the front door, and Bronson scuttled into the safety of the house gladly. “You could spend the morning with us.” His arm tightened around my shoulders and he pressed a kiss to my temple. That small gesture of affection, my soul slurped that up, somehow needing that more than even last night’s sex romp. “We’ve all got the day off for once. Garrett can make us some ridiculously complex breakfast.”

“Eggs Benedict on sourdough English muffins.” The man himself met us in the hallway dressed in just a pair of shorts. I saw all his hard work on display as he stretched. Yawn over, he darted forward and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Some freshly squeezed orange juice. Maybe we could grab some of those croissants from the bakery down the road.”

“The local bakery?” Rhys emerged, scratching his stomach without a stitch on. Turns out I should’ve tugged that towel off when we first met. Then I would’ve been treated to the sight of all that muscle on display. He winked at me, making clear he saw me checking him out. “Must be letting your standards slip, Gar.” He went to muss Garrett’s hair, but the other man shoved his elbow into Rhys’ ribs. “Usually we have to trek out to some bakery in the hills where nuns roll the pastry out on their bare thighs.”

“Do not,” Garrett grumbled. “The ones down the road will do in a pinch, though there is that place…” He fished his phone out of his pocket and went to look another bakery up, only for his face to fall. “Shit.”

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