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“Of course, Erin. After placing it on your phone in New Orleans, we never took it off.” Beau finishes.

“We knew how long you stood at the ballet school, because we nearly came and rescued you,” Jove says.

“From a bunch of kids,” I say, with a smile on my face. But then, for some strange reason, I burst out crying. My three men hold me close as my shoulders shake as I let it all out.

“That’s it baby girl, let it go,” Atty says, entwining our fingers together. “You’ve been bottling it up for too long.”

“Hold me,” I say, wanting to feel each of them closer to me. Making love to me.

Jove rises and kisses my head. Beau sits next to me and pulls my body closer to him. Atty’s still holding my hand, squeezing it, not letting me go.

“I need you all,” I say.

“I need to fuck you as much as I need my next breath. But not tonight. Tonight, we hold you and tomorrow we set you up in the cottage, unless you want to live with us in the house,” Jove says.

I pout. “No. Tonight you fuck me and tomorrow you can grovel more.” Ignoring everything else.

“That’s my girl,” Atty says, as Beau chuckles beside me. Jove smiles and shakes his head. Probably surprised at my word choice.

“You never answered my question, Erin,” Jove says. “We need to know you’re sure about this.” His hand cups my cheek. “We don’t want to rush you into anything. But once you are ours, we are never letting you go.”

I take a deep breath, my mind made up. “I’m sure. I want this, and I want the three of you to be mine.”

Atty holds my hair and drags my face to his, before his lips meet mine in a heated kiss. I moan softly, feeling hands roam my body, their touch heating my skin.

I’m panting when we break apart, my body aching for more. Jove and Atty exchange a look before turning to me with eyes filled with a fierce intensity.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that,” Beau says. His lips trailing kisses down my neck and moving to my collarbone before his hands move across my shoulders and he slides my jacket off my back. “Since the first day I saw you.”

His hands move to the buttons on my shirt, his fingers trembling as he unbuttons them. I slip my shirt off my shoulders and down my body, letting it fall to the floor. I’m still wearing my pants and lacy white bra, but I’m suddenly aware of the coolness in this old cottage.

Jove and Atty exchange a look and a grin before Jove pulls me into his arms. I melt against him, my body flush against his as three sets of hands cause electric currents to run through me.

“Not here,” Beau says, taking me from Jove, striding out of the open door and towards Jove’s car. He spins me in his arms, pressing me against the car. I gasp as the cold metal of the door presses against my heated skin.

Jove moves to my left, his hands caressing my body before he takes my hands in his, wrapping them around his neck and pulling me from Beau. I follow his lead, my hands moving up to tangle in his hair, tugging him down to me. Our lips meet in a fervent kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth, demanding more. I give everything to him. My tongue moves against his, eliciting a groan.

His hands move down to my ass, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and he slams me against the car door, his hardness pressing against me. I grind against him, my hands moving down to his belt. He groans when I undo it. The urgency building inside me, wanting to feel him.

“Jove,” I moan.

“I’m right here, baby,” he whispers back, his hands moving under my ass as we kiss.

Atty moves to my left, a knowing grin on his face as he takes in our position. He undoes my bra, my breasts falling free. His eyes darken as he rakes his eyes over them before he takes a nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking it lightly before he sucks.

I gasp, my body shaking. Beau’s hands move to my waist, and Jove drops my legs as Beau’s fingertips slide my pants down my legs. One man teases between my thighs, sliding a finger along my wetness. I moan louder, unable to contain myself.

“You’re so wet, baby. You’ve been waiting for us, haven’t you?” Atty asks, it’s his fingers circling my clit.

“Please,” I beg, not caring I am about to be taken against a car.

He chuckles, twirling his fingers around my clit. I squirm in Jove’s hold, my body a bundle of nerves trying to process everything.

A moan escapes my lips and I beg, “I need you all.”

“Open the door,” Jove growls, his hand covering Atty’s. “We need to get her home.”

Chapter 24

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