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I grip both her hips.
And I thrust until bursts of pleasure rip through my body. A euphoric wave of pleasure tears through my veins at such an intensity I don’t know how I’ll ever be the same.
“Fuck!” I cry out as I come over and over again until it feels like she’s drained me of everything I am.
Once I manage to slow my thrusts, I gently pull out of her and pull the plug from her ass. I watch as Ronan slips out of her, keeping her on top of him, and our cum spills down her thighs.
“Ronan was right. Fucking filthy.” Harper giggles against his chest.
When I walk into Ronan’s bathroom, wet a towel, and return to the bed, her soft snores are already filling the room. “She passed out already?”
“Before you even made it to the bathroom.”
I chuckle as Ronan gently rolls her off of him. After I’m done cleaning between her legs, Ronan and I get ourselves cleaned up, and we climb into bed on either side of her. With the covers pulled over us, she rests her head on my chest and drapes one leg over mine while Ronan curls his body around hers, burying his face in her hair.
“I knew she could do it,” he mumbles into her curls.
“Never had any doubt.”
He lets out a soft laugh, “Dirty fucking liar.”
“Shhh,” Harper grumbles against my chest, “Less talking, more sleeping.”
“Yeah, Ronan. Shut up.”
He reaches over her and smacks me in the forehead. “Sorry, Baby.”
“I love you guys.”
“Love you,” Ronan and I answer in unison.
Turning my head, I place a soft kiss on the crown of her head. “More than anything.”
39
Harper
The sound of pots and pans in the kitchen wakes me from my sleep. Still sandwiched between a peacefully sleeping and deliciously naked Ronan and Finn, I work to unwrap their muscular appendages from around my body without waking them. Once I manage to do so, I gently crawl over Ronan and unlock his phone on his dresser to check the time.
10:30 a.m.
I don’t think I’ve seen any of them sleep in that long the entire time I’ve been here. I know Mac must have just gotten up; he can’t go more than twenty minutes without eating after he wakes up in the morning. Anxious to talk to him about what happened after Ronan and Finn brought me up here, I sneak into Ronan’s bathroom for a quick shower.
Turning up the temperature as hot as I can stand it, I let the water relax my aching muscles, the soreness between my legs a pleasant reminder of what happened last night.
I don’t know how they did it or how they knew that was what I needed, but they turned a night that quickly made me feel like I was so irrevocably broken into one that made me feel stronger and more whole than I could have ever imagined.
And what Mac did for me was one of the most selfless things anyone has ever done for me.
I’m sure he enjoyed the act of hurting someone who brought me so much pain—brought them so much pain—relished in it even. But the fact remains that he did that for me. He loves me so much he was willing to take someone else’s life for me.
It isn’t lost on me how big of a deal that is.
Once I’m finished in the shower, I brush my teeth using the spare I keep in Ronan’s bathroom. I have one in each of theirs, actually. I run my fingers through my curls and step out of the bathroom, searching for one of Ronan’s shirts I can steal. I have to smother a laugh beneath my hand when I see them still passed out in Ronan’s bed. Finn’s on his back, honey-blonde hair sprawled out against the pillow, one arm at his side while the other rests on his light patch of hair in the center of his chest, and his mouth is hanging wide open. Ronan’s lying on his side and must have scooted over after I crawled out of bed because his arm is now draped across Finn’s stomach. His dark curls hang over his forehead, and deep snores cut through the silence.
I don’t have my phone; it’s been sitting in my purse since Mac and I got home yesterday, not that I even use it anymore anyway. So, I pick Ronan’s up from on top of his dresser, take a picture, and send it to myself before setting it as his lock screen.
He’s gonna love that.
