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I should look away. Should give them privacy. But I remain rooted to the spot, unable to tear my gaze from the three of them.

Rowan’s hand disappears into Ryder’s jeans, and my breath hitches as I watch her slowly tease him, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock before she pulls him free, her hand wrapped around him.

Ryder lets out a sharp gasp, his hips instinctively pushing forward, and I can see how much he’s straining. Rowan’s mouth is already on him, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock with slow, deliberate movements, her eyes briefly locking with mine as she sucks him deeper.

But then her focus shifts back to Ryder as her mouth works him, her head bobbing with a rhythm that makes Ryder’s body jerk, his hands fisting in her hair, holding her in place as she takes him deeper.

Maddox is behind her, and I watch as his hands move to her waist, pulling her ass toward him, positioning himself to kiss her neck, his lips trailing down to her shoulder. He pulls her shirt off completely, revealing her perfect breasts, already hard and waiting for his attention. He squeezes and jiggles them from behind.

Rowan’s body arches, her back lifting slightly as she moans, the sound of her pleasure only making the scene more intense.Her hips move subtly, pressing into Maddox’s hand as she takes Ryder faster and deeper into her mouth.

I can’t look away. The way her body responds to them, the way she’s so open with them—it’s almost too much to take. Her hand slides down Ryder’s thigh, squeezing the muscles beneath her fingers, her other hand still wrapped around his length as she strokes him in tandem with the rhythm of her mouth.

Maddox lowers himself, his lips finding her nipple again, sucking hard as her body shakes with pleasure. The moans she makes vibrate through my chest, each sound a reflection of the pleasure she’s feeling, and I’m aching with the need to be part of it.

Rowan pulls away from Ryder briefly, her lips wet, her breath shallow. Her eyes are dazed, her chest heaving with desire, and she looks at me again, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She knows the effect she has on me—she always has.

“You joining us, Brick?” she asks softly, her voice laced with lust as her hand moves up Ryder’s cock once more.

I can’t answer her. My throat feels tight, and the tightness in my pants makes it almost impossible to focus. I want to move toward her, to take her into my arms, to lose myself in her.

Maddox moves to the other side of her, positioning himself to lick a trail down her belly, dipping his tongue into her navel before making his way lower. His hands grip her thighs, pulling her wide open, and his mouth finds her core. She gasps, her body shuddering as he begins to lick her pussy.

“Oh god, Maddox…” she whispers, her hands flying to his hair, gripping him as if she needs something to hold on to. But there’s no hesitation from him. He devours her, licking her clit withlong, smooth strokes that make her gasp and moan louder with each pass.

I’m watching them, my eyes fixed on Rowan as she sucks Ryder off, her body now shaking between them, her lips swollen from their attention. But the way Maddox eats her out, the way her body responds to his mouth—it’s driving her wild. Her body writhes, rocking into his face, and I can see how close she is already.

Her breath becomes ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She’s so lost in them, in the sensations they’re giving her, that she doesn’t notice me taking a step forward. But she feels it. She feels my presence.

“Brick?” Rowan calls softly, her eyes finding mine across the room. “Join us?”

For a fleeting moment, I consider it. I consider losing myself in her, in them, letting the pleasure drive away the fear that’s been building since this morning. But the image of Cypher’s cold eyes returns, followed by the crack of the gunshot, the spray of blood.

“Not tonight,” I say, my voice rougher than intended. “I need some space.”

Without waiting for a response, I turn and head for the stairs, leaving them to find comfort in each other. I tell myself it’s better this way—that I’d only bring my darkness into their light. That they deserve pleasure without the burden of my fears.

But as I reach the top of the stairs, I can’t help looking back. Rowan’s head is thrown back in pleasure, Maddox’s mouth on her neck, Ryder’s hands pushing her thighs wider. The sight sends a pang of longing through me so sharp it’s almost physical pain.

I force myself to turn away, continuing up the stairs alone. Tonight, my demons are louder than my desires. Tonight, all I can think about is how to keep them safe from the storm that’s coming.

37

ROWAN

Two isn’t enough.Not anymore.

I lie between Maddox and Ryder, their bodies warm against mine, sweat cooling on our skin after what should have been enough. Six weeks of living with them, sharing their bed, their lives. Six weeks of being thoroughly fucked and completely satisfied by three men who want nothing more than to please me.

Except tonight, one is missing. And without him, the equation doesn’t balance.

I slide out from between them, ignoring Maddox’s sleepy protest, and I grab Ryder’s discarded T-shirt from the floor. It barely covers my ass, but modesty seems fucking pointless in a house where I’ve been taken in every room by every combination of brothers.

“Go,” Ryder murmurs, his voice gravel-rough. His eyes are still closed, but he knows. He always knows. “He needs you.”

I pad through the hallway toward the master suite. The door is closed but not locked. Inside, the bedroom’s empty, but I hearthe shower running in the adjoining bathroom. Steam seeps under the door, filling the room with humid warmth.

I drop the T-shirt to the floor and walk naked into the bathroom. Through the fogged glass shower door, I see Brick’s silhouette—broad shoulders hunched, head bowed under the spray, hands braced against the tile. The sight makes my chest ache. This isn’t the confident, commanding man I know. This is someone carrying a weight too heavy to bear alone.

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