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“See.” Colton sounds reasonable and regal. “Well, I’ll remember everything you do, and we will both pay you back for each infraction.”

I blink, stare at my hands, only inches away from Todd’s skin, and blink again. Bad idea.

I grumble under my breath.

And start to release the men.

Todd sits up, scrubbing a hand down his face, still looking thoroughly unimpressed. Then his gaze sharpens, and a slow, knowing smirk curls around his lips.

Oh.

Oh no.

I barely have time to react before Todd lunges, tackling me back onto the bed.

I shriek, kicking and laughing as he pins me down. “No! Wait!”

“You started this, baby.” His voice is all gravel and promise.

Colton chuckles darkly, shifting to loom over us. “And now we’re gonna finish it.”

I swallow hard.

Maybe this wasn’t such a smart idea after all.

Or maybe it was the best one yet.

Chapter25

Todd

The ride back from Bangor feels lighter. Like we’ve crossed some invisible threshold and there’s no turning back.

Savannah is wedged between me and Colton in the van, absently brushing her fingers over the added weight on her left hand. It’s a silicone band, marbled in deep cobalt and copper, like ocean waves crashing over rusted steel. It’s tough and unapologetically different, like us, but most importantly smooth and safe when she works on her engines. It is solid and undeniable proof that she belongs with us.

Well, with me, in the eyes of the law.

But the ring isn’t the only thing marking her as taken.

Colton’s collar sits snug around her throat, black leather with a single silver ring at the front. Like the ring, it is subtle, elegant, and unmistakable. If she’s not playing with the wedding ring, she ghosts her fingers over the buckle, like she’s making sure it’s still there.

She wears both.

Ours, in every way that matters.

Since polyamory isn’t allowed in the States, we had to find a solution, and Savannah suggested the perfect one. Marry one of us and be collared by the other. It’s fitting for our relationship and dynamic, and I love it.

I lace my fingers through hers, lift her hand to my mouth, and press a kiss to her knuckles. “You sure you don’t need a big wedding?” I rest our joined hands on my thigh.

She exhales and tips her head back against the seat and to the side. “I’m not into fuss and think big weddings and white dresses are a waste of money anyway. Besides, I don’t think we could have found someone to perform a ritual binding three people”—she rolls her head to Colton—“and we’re a package deal.”

Colton huffs a low laugh from her other side. “We are.”

I squeeze her hand. “Pity your mom couldn’t come, though.”

She groans, turning toward me again. “She could have. She’s just moping because I won’t be returning to Florida. She will come around.” She closes her eyes and mutters something under her breath that sounds something like,she will.

I hope so. “I’m sure she loves you and wants what’s best for you.”

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