Page 73 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

“Soon,” he purrs into my ear. “For now I must let my sweet pussy rest from all the abuse she’s gone through.”

I can feel his warm breath against my cheek, and I relax my head on his shoulder. My hand unconsciously rests over his heart as he rinses out the remainder of the conditioner. I never want to go a day without having his intoxicating scent filling my lungs or his lips finding the weak spot just below my ear.

“And you never will.” To prove his point, he brushes his lips in just the right place to have me go weak in the knees, and he’s right there to catch me.

I don’t realize I voiced my thoughts until he turns me in his arms and presses his forehead against mine.

“You’re the devil,” I tell him unsteadily, trying to catch my breath.

“Then we’re perfect together because you’re our angel.”

I look up at him and hold his gaze. He knows what I’m thinking without me voicing my fears. Thank God because I don’t know how to put into words the fear I have of losing this connection.

“Nothing will ever come between us,mo chroí. We won’t ever let that happen. Do you understand that?”

I feel the tension seep from my muscles and nod. “I do.” I feel like I just signed on for forever, and my heart swells with so much happiness it’s hard to contain.

He laces our fingers together, leaning in to kiss my forehead. “Come.”

We step from the shower and he dries me off, starting with my hair, working his way down until even my toes feel loved and cherished. Only then does he take care of himself.

“I’ll give you a moment alone, but don’t be long.” Sylan slips out, leaving the bathroom open so he can watch. I look at myself in the mirror. I’m no longer the mousy-looking woman who wanted to blend in with the world. I have a rosy color in my cheeks from the hot water and tenderness from my mobster. I’m surprised by the brightness in my eyes. Something I haven’t seen in myself, well, in forever. Sylan, Grey and Drake are the reason for that, and I can’t wait to be back in their arms.

I find my laundered waitress outfit folded on a shelf next to a few essentials. He’d kept me so busy I never noticed anyone coming or going, but I’m grateful for the clean clothes and toothbrush.

I take a few minutes to dry my hair before slipping into my clothes. I leave the bathroom to find Sylan waiting at the edge of the bed, silver platter in hand.

Grey and Drake are there too. Their expressions calm and patient. Neither is wearing a shirt and their belt buckles are loose. I can’t help but let my eyes wander over their refined abs, the way their hips dip with that sexy V that has almost every woman wanting to follow the treasure trail.

And that’s when I see it. The scar left by the bullet.

Grey holds a hand out and I take it, loving how easily I slide into his arms.

“Sleep, well, baby?”

I nod, my hand coming up to settle over the scar. I press my palm down and shake away the tears. I turn my focus back to his question to help keep me from looking like a baby about to cry. “But I missed you when I woke.”

I hold a hand out for Drake and Sylan to come to me and they silently obey me.

Grey takes my hand away and presses a kiss to my palm. “What’s on your mind, beautiful” Sylan brushes my hair to the side.

So much for shaking off the past. I spill all my doubts and worries, everything I’ve kept pent up inside in one, huge word vomit.

“You all bleed for me.” I touch Grey’s scar first and then move to the one running the length of Drake’s cheek. Sylan’s knuckles held signs of gashes. “You fought off Marcus to protect me. Sylan, you literally beat them back while Drake took a knife to the face. Grey, you nearly paid with your life.”

Worry crosses their faces and I hold a hand up. “Let me finish. You bleed for me. No one has ever done something so selfless for me before.”

“You’ve come to mean the world to us. We would bleed if it protected you. Give every last drop of our blood.”

“And it seems we’ve touched your heart, too.”

Sylan passes the pad of his finger over three small letters I had tattooed in white ink over my heart.

“I did it the night after I left. I needed to make sure I never forgot the men who risked so much for a nobody.”

Grey pulls me to him, his body a glove around mine. A shield of protection I didn’t know I needed or wanted until this second.

“Fuck, baby, don’t cry. I can’t take tears, especially yours.”

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