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“Ourgood girl,” Hunter agrees. “Making me follow through with my teasing.”

“You’re crazy if you think I’d pass up time with you just to get dressed,” I hum into Lief’s thigh.

“Alright, up, dressed, and ready to go,” Chase orders. “Valerie, wear a skirt. I’m having you in the car.”

“Demanding,” I grumble. “I thought you would not fuck me until my stitches came out.”

He considers that. Then Lief lifts my chin. He checks my stitches and kisses the center of my forehead. “All in place.”

“See, I’m fuckable,” I insist.

Hunter wipes me down and kisses my lower back. “I don’t think anyone would ever disagree with that statement, dorogaya.”

“In the car,” Chase says.

Chase follows through, sitting in the back seat with me, then toppling me down. “No one outside of this car gets to see or hear you come.”

I moan and fumble with his pants, desperate to have him. We’re cramped in the back seat, but it doesn’t matter. Having Chase wrapped around me, his soft voice in my ear telling me “you’re all I need in the world, baby doll” is enough to have me ready to go.

When I get his pants down, Chase already has my skirt up, bunched between our hips. I pant and brush my lips across his. “Love me.”

“Always,” he says, promising me, then wraps his arm around the back of my head and hikes my thigh over his hip as he slides into me. My lips part against his and he nods. “I want you to feel every inch of me.”

“Yes.” I dig my nails into his shoulders. “I do!”

“Save those two words for our wedding,” Hunter orders.

Chase chuckles as I grin. Then he thrusts into me again. His arm protects my head from the car door as he sets a slow pace. I drag my fingers down Chase’s back and pull him tighter.

“More! Give me more, baby boy.”

“We’re in a car,” he points out.

“You’re more than capable,” I insist before sucking his bottom lip. I draw back. “Don’t hold out on me. Ever.”

He kisses me as he ups his pace. His fingers dig into my thigh and he jerks me closer, cupping my ass. I grind against him and I come apart. I yell into his neck before biting the same spot.

Chase moans and loses his pace as he comes with me. I pant with him, kissing him, rubbing his back, then just holding him as the ride continues.

“You should buckle up,” he whispers to me.

“Why would I do that when you’re better than a seatbelt?” I ask.

Chase brushes my hair from my face and looks into my eyes. “Are you happy with us, baby doll? Even with everything you’ve been through.”

“If I wasn’t happy, I wouldn’t be here and I wouldn’t have said yes to the proposal. I’m here because I love the three of you. I want the three of you. No one and nothing can change that,” I say.

Chase trembles, then just hugs me, holding me as I stroke through his hair. I kiss the top of his head. “I’m not going anywhere, baby boy. You got me, got the ring on me, and soon enough you’ll see me walking down the aisle to you.”

He sighs. “You’re ... so perfect for us.”

I smile and kiss the top of his head again. “And you three are perfect for me ... or as close as possible to perfect.”

Chase lifts his head and cocks his eyebrow. “Is that so?”

“Eh, I could take or leave the mafia business, but it’s you, and I don’t want a different Chase in my arms,” I say while squeezing him.

He lights up, giving me a huge boyish smile that I want to savor.

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