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Barely.
Cole leans down and kisses my temple. “Switch.”
They move like a well-oiled machine. No hesitation. I’m flipped and guided without force, just firm hands positioning me. Jax lies down first, and I’m pulled onto his lap, straddling him as he lines himself up with my entrance.
“You ready for this?” he asks, one hand sliding up my back, the other steadying me.
“God, yes,” I whisper.
He eases in slowly, but even that feels like too much. My fingers clutch at his shoulders as I sink down, the stretch delicious and overwhelming.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Jax grits out.
Before I can process anything else, I feel Cole behind me, his hands spreading me open gently.
“Breathe,” he says in my ear, kissing the side of my neck. “Let me in, baby.”
I brace myself, and the burn starts, but I welcome it. It hurts and it doesn’t, the pressure so full and sharp that I can’t keep quiet. But then they’re both still, giving me time to adjust, hands smoothing over my body, grounding me.
Then Liam’s in front of me again, cock thick and heavy, his hand guiding it to my lips.
“Open,” he orders, and I obey.
And just like that, they’re all there.
We start to move, off-tempo at first. Then with more rhythm, more hunger. Jax sets the pace, Cole matches it, and Liam lets me suck him deep at my own pace until all I can do is feel.
Pleasure coils hot and fast in my belly. Every part of me is filled, claimed, and worshipped, and still they want more.
I come hard, clenching around them, and Jax lets out a broken sound, his hands tightening on my hips as he spills inside me. Cole follows with a low groan, his thrusts losing rhythm as he finishes. Liam holds my head still, gasping as I suck him through his release.
My body goes limp between them, my limbs heavy and my skin damp with sweat. I collapse against Jax’s chest, chest still heaving.
Nobody speaks at first. There’s just the sound of breathing, of hearts trying to slow down again.
“That was…” I start, but trail off.
“Yeah,” Cole murmurs beside me, one hand tracing shapes across my back.
“You’re unreal,” Jax mutters against my hair, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
Held in their warm embrace, I let myself drift off into sleep.
31
LIAM
It’s been a couple of days since my unsettling call with Morales, and though we’ve begun making moves to ensure Ava and Eli’s safety, the tension still clings stubbornly to my chest. Tidying up the kitchen tonight provides a welcome distraction. I stack the last plate into the cabinet, my movements automatic, my mind elsewhere. Nearby, Jax is meticulously wiping down counters, humming softly under his breath, while Cole gathers scattered toys from the living room floor, arranging them on a nearby shelf.
We’ve agreed not to alarm Ava with our concerns yet. Still, our movements tonight feel subtly sharper, each action carrying an underlying urgency we can’t entirely mask. We're preparing—ensuring that, no matter what Morales or anyone else throws our way, we’re ready. For the first time in my life, my resolve isn’t just about the mission. It’s about protecting something real. Something that’s become essential.
A gentle laugh drifts down the hallway, Ava’s voice mingling with Eli’s playful chatter as she bathes him and gets him ready for bed. The sound eases something deep within me, groundingme again. Glancing over, I catch Jax’s eye, noting the quiet smile tugging at his lips. Cole, too, pauses, a similar expression flashing across his face.
Before I can dwell further, footsteps echo against the wooden floors. Ava rounds the corner, Eli hanging off her hip in his familiar Spiderman pajamas. She smiles when she sees us.
“Oh, there you guys are,” she says, adjusting Eli’s weight. “He’s about to go to bed, and he asked if you three would come with us tonight.”
“Wouldn’t miss it,” he says, arms already outstretched.
