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Next was Kai, his energy different from Finn's. He was passionate, his movements more erratic and heated like he could hardly control himself. He took me from behind, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust into me, Andrew’s cock entering my mouth as Kai bucked hard. It was a wild ride, our bodies moving together in a rhythm that was all our own. Kai gripped my ass as he came, my orgasm rising and falling with his.

James was different yet again, his approach soft and sensual. He took his time, his touches tender. We made love slowly, the pleasure building gradually. Kai kissed my nipples as James held me in spoon position. By the time he climaxed, I was ready for another release, and he took me there with him.

Andrew was the last, and by that time, I was spent. But he was patient, his movements slow and deliberate. He made love to me in a way that was deeply intimate, his hands and mouth worshipping my body. His climax came with a deep growl, and I followed suit, my body shaking as I came for the last time that night.

I lay there, a satisfied mess in a tangle of muscular limbs, sweat-slicked bodies, and spent masculinity. The firelight flickered across our skin, casting shadows and highlights that danced in a hypnotic rhythm. A soft quiet settled over us, the silence only broken by our shared heavy breaths. Each of the men had drained into me, and I felt so full, so satisfied, that all I could do was smile.

Outside, the snow fell in a silent dance, covering the world in a blanket of pure white. The sight was enchantingly beautiful and serene, contrasting with the heat and raw intensity that just transpired within the cabin's walls.

I watched as the flames danced in the fireplace, their warmth seeping into me, entwined with the comforting heat from the bodies surrounding me. Their hearts beat in a comforting rhythm against my body, lulling me closer and closer to the edge of sleep.

As my eyelids grew heavy, I found my mind drifting, my thoughts filled with the events of the day, and most prominently, the night. I'd never felt happier. There was something profoundly right about being there, in that moment, with those men. Their touch, their laughter, their acceptance. It felt like home. It felt like I was where I belonged.

As sleep claimed me, the last coherent thought that drifted through my mind was that maybe, just maybe, I'd found my place in the world. In their arms, under their protection, I found peace. And for a woman who'd known little more than struggle and survival, the tranquility was more than I'd ever dared to dream of. It was happiness, pure and absolute.

Chapter 21

Finn

The first light of morning bled into the living room, painting everything in a lazy orange hue, the color matching the fading embers in the fireplace. Everybody else was still asleep on the rug, pillows and blankets all around us. I let my eyes linger on Julia, her sleeping face almost too beautiful to be real.

I smirked to myself as I sat up, leaving the others tangled together in the aftermath of a night filled with passion and pleasure. One hell of a Christmas Eve. I turned my eyes to the tree, neatly wrapped presents tucked underneath it. My mind was a whirl, but one though dominated it. Coffee. I needed coffee.

I stretched as I stepped into the kitchen, my joints making satisfying cracks. Once I was at the counter, I went through the motions, filling the pot, spooning in the ground beans. The machine grumbled to life, a comforting, familiar sound.

As I stood there, the smell of coffee slowly filling the air, my gaze landed on Julia's laptop, open on the table at the breakfast nook, left there from the evening before. I moved to close it and accidentally jostled it, the screen blinking to life. A text document glowed in the dimly lit room and I froze, the words demanding my attention.

The story unfolded before me, the point of view of a young woman who moved to Miami, her tone tinged with loneliness and longing. I found myself caught in the prose. It was good. Powerful even. It was so damn good, in fact, that I poured myself a cup of coffee, sipping the steaming brew as I allowed myself to read a couple more pages.

After a time, however, I forced myself to tear my eyes from the screen, guilt gnawing at me. This was private, and I had no right to read it.

Conflicting emotions ran through me as I stood before her laptop. There was so much more to Julia than I'd realized. Layers I hadn't even begun to uncover. I wanted to solve the mystery of her, to understand what made her tick.

But that would have to wait.

I sipped my cup of coffee, the warmth spreading through me, my thoughts still on her story. I yearned to talk to her about it, to understand what had inspired her. But that was for another day.

Before I could give the matter any more thought, the kitchen door swung open, and the guys stumbled in, a mess of disheveled hair and sleep-softened expressions. I looked up from my coffee, arching an eyebrow at their entrance. I closed the laptop the second they stepped over the kitchen threshold.

Too late, of course. The looks on their faces made it clear they’d seen what I’d been doing, that I’d been poking around in Julia’s private business.

"What's the matter? You boys never seen a man drink coffee before?" I drawled, taking a slow sip.

Andrew shot me a knowing look. "More like, I’ve never seen a man so guilty try to look so innocent.”

I snorted, flipping him off. "Fuck off. I just happened to come across something she wrote. She left it open.”

“Well,” Kai said. “How was it?” There rest of the guys went to work pouring themselves coffee.

“Good. Damn good.”

Kai's eyes narrowed, clearly intrigued. "Oh? What was it? Poems or something?”

"Short story," I replied, sitting down and leaning back in my chair. "And she’s got major talent.”

James leaned against the counter, his arms folded across his chest. "A writer, huh? Makes sense. She’s got that kind of mind, you know?”

I could see the guys' curiosity piqued, their expressions softening as they fit this new bit of information into place.

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