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Liam studies the photo and tucks it back into the bag, before returning the treasure to the box.

I struggle to speak, but words start to form like I’m duct-taping syllables together. “I didn’t know who you were when I took them. I thought I was stealing from a rich man who had everything. I thought taking them would give Bryan and I the escape we needed. And then, I fell in love with you, and I was terrified if you knew you’d hate me for it.”

He stands from his chair, large and stoic, then leans down, kissing my forehead gently. “We’ll have these strung for you. You should wear them, not tuck them away.”

My brows turn inward and my forehead crinkles. “You’re not upset? You can be. I fucked up. I shouldn’t have—”

“I’m in love with you too, Beth. You’re human.” He grins. “You steal from me again, though, and I’m going to spank that ass…hard.”

I grin, wrapping up against Liam’s chest as he stares down at me with compassion and love. A love I will be forever thankful for.

The cabin door swings open. Bryan and Dex are behind it. They’ve been fishing at the creek, though they’re back with nothing on the line.

“I think we may have dried up that river,” Dex laughs. “Maybe we should head back to the farm. I’ve got a buddy covering, but we’ve been gone a lot longer than we’d planned.”

Bryan wraps his arm around my shoulder. “I can take my work on the go, so it sounds good to me.”

Liam kisses my head and grunts in approval, as all three men surround me in a hug. In this moment, I feel what I’ve been missing more than ever…family.

These men are my warmth, my heart, my soul, my escape…my life. And not even a thief like me, can steal that away.

Chapter Eighteen

One Year Later

Beth

I lay beneath Liam, as he thrusts into me. It’s the first time we’ve made love since the baby was born six weeks ago. We’ve been counting the hours until it was‘physically responsible’to fuck again, which I tried to evade multiple times.

Dex and Bryan sit and watch impatiently from the back of the room. It’s late and we’re all exhausted from the middle of the night feedings and midnight diaper changes, but this couldn’t wait.

Liam pulls out and turns me over, bending me forward like an animal before sliding in his thick cock again. He calls toward Dex and Bryan, giving them permission to pull their cocks out for my mouth, which I gladly take.

“Good girl,” Liam growls, thumping into me hard. His cock stretches me wide, as I suck Bryan, and my fist pumps Dex.

Right on cue, Nicholas starts to cry.

Liam pulls out with a groan. “His pacifier probably fell. I’ll be right back.”

That’s Liam… attentive, dominant, and somehow still caring. Bryan takes early mornings, and he’s already been teaching Nick quadratic equations. Dex takes the overnight shift and reads football playbooks to put our guy back to sleep. My only job has been to recover from the C-section and produce enough milk to keep our baby boy happy, which has proven to be a task in and of itself. I never knew breastfeeding was such a balance. I’m lucky I have the support I do.

The doorbell rings and Dex groans. “Okay, we’re going to need to get a babysitter for the night so we can make this happen.”

When we first married, we thought I’d take each of them separately. We figured one night I’d be with Dex, then Bryan, and so on. That we’d have group sex every once in a while, but it wouldn’t be a regular thing. As much as I like the one on one, it felt wrong without all of us together. So, we pushed two king beds together so we could sleep in the same room and agreed that sex was something we share.

I grin and toss on my robe before kissing their foreheads. “I think it’s Jack. He said he was going to fly out to meet the baby. I bet he took an early flight.”

“Perfect timing,” Dex laughs. “You think he’ll take Nick right away so we can finish this?”

I smack him on the chest playfully as he and Bryan throw on the sweatpants they’d just dropped and follow me to the front room. Liam has already let Jack in. He’s holding Nick in his arms when I see him, his large frame settled into the dining room chair.

“Fuck.He’s a cute one, but how do you know who the dad is?”

Okay, maybe my brother doesn’t have a filter. We forgive him for that.

“Doesn’t matter,” Liam says, his voice deep. “We love him, and we each teach him shit. The end.”

“Hopefully good shit,” Jack chides.

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