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I nodded. “I absolutely will.” I gathered her clothes and handed them back to her, willing myself to go soft again. “We should probably serve pie now.”

“The faster, the better,” she agreed.

20

ALEX

It was just me and my men again, and the air was heavy between us all. When we came in to start serving pie, Thomas and Zach had clocked what we’d been doingimmediately. Jake had gone to wash his hands and mouth, and as I was cutting slices into pie and putting them onto plates, Zach had leaned into me. “What were you up to?”

I winked. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Naughty girl.”

I handed him some pumpkin pie. “Have some dessert,” I said. He’d muttered something aboutI’ll have dessert later, but he shuffled down the counter to the whipped cream and spooned a healthy dollop on top of his pie.

After dessert, I had to assure both Tinsley and Adrianne a hundred times that I was completely okay with staying to help with the second round of dishes. Adrianne hugged me as her men were carting their toddler out the door. “You look happy, Alex,” she said. “I’m so glad you found your happy. Take care of them, and let them take care of you.”

Of course she knew. Had we been just that apparent to everyone? Or was it because like recognizes like? I hoped it was the latter... I wasn’t quite ready to think of all the people who could justknowand hadn’t said anything. “Thanks, Adrianne. Happy Thanksgiving.”

She patted my cheek. “Happy Thanksgiving.”

Tinsley and her family went next, and again, Tinsley pulled me into a hug to tell me that she was so happy for me. I was going to get a complex. Had I radiated unhappiness before? Sure, I was the happiest that I’d ever been, but I didn’t think I was some sort of sad-sack before, either. I had good days, damn it.

Finally, the door shut for the last time, and fifteen people were back down to four. I looked at my men and smiled. “That was the best day,” I said. I had never had a Thanksgiving go that well or felt that warm. Ever.

“Should we head out?” Thomas asked, eyes flicking to Jake. “Do you guys have plans to be alone?”

We did, but we also didn’t... and I didn’t want any of them to leave. “Maybe we could watch a movie?” I suggested. “Wind down?”

They all agreed, and we settled into the living room to swipe through Netflix. Zach sat down, and I lay beside him, putting my head on his thigh. Thomas collapsed next to me and pulled my legs into his lap. His big hands massaged at my calves, and I sighed with the feeling.

Jake hovered for a second before planting himself in front of me on the floor. My fingers twined into his hair, and I scratched his scalp with my fingernails. We found a movie and started watching it, but I could barely pay attention to what was happening on the screen. It would be so easy to fall asleep here, curled up in the middle of them... but that’s not what I wanted, either.

“This is nice,” I said out loud, and the three men all hummed in agreement.

When I didn’t continue, Thomas squeezed my calf. Not hard, but enough to draw my attention to him. “What are you thinking, sweetheart?” he asked.

I could play coy and tease, which would be on brand for Thomas and me, but I didn’t want that. I had spentallday not touching them—tryst on the porch aside. I was tired of it. “I want all three of you. Right now.”

There was silence, and I was afraid that they would turn me down, but then Thomas was ripping off my leggings and panties and tossing them out of the way, and Zach was helping me out of my shirt again. It was so choreographed that it felt like they’d planned it. “Did you know this would happen?” I asked.

Zach tore his sweater over his head, and my eyes trailed down his chest andGod,my men were gorgeous. “We didn’tknowfor sure,” he said.

“But we hoped,” Thomas finished.

Jake kicked off his shoes. “We have a group text going about it.”

Mirth and arousal sang through me. “Can I read it?”

“Absolutely not,” all three men said together, and I was determined that I would read it by the end of the night.

Before I could start scheming a way for them to show me, Thomas picked me up and positioned me so that I was bent over the arm of the couch, and all thoughts about a group chat flew from my mind. The only thing that mattered was this moment with them. “Your ass is fucking perfect, sweetheart,” he said, grabbing a handful. “Were you aware of that?”

I pressed back against him. “You could play with it,” I said. “If you want.”

Thomas dropped to his knees before I could even finish the statement and buried his face against me. His tongue dipped into my wetness for a moment, and he groaned, but then his tongue swiped up and around the furl of my ass. I cried out at the shock of it and shivered when the tip of his tongue broached me. It was filthy and exciting, and I was practically dripping from the gentle pressure.

“Can I have your ass tonight?” Thomas asked. His words vibrated against my skin.

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