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Sebastian grabbed my hips and spun me around with a groan of desire, as if he’d been waiting for those words. His hands were firm on my hips as I braced myself against the cool wall, my breath catching in anticipation. His cock pressed against my inner thighs, and I pushed back against him, wanting more.

He aligned himself with me, his tip teasing at my entrance. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat echoing his name.

And then, inch by deliberate inch, he slid inside, stretching and filling me in a rhythm that was both insistent and careful. I gasped, my fingers splaying out to find purchase against the wet wall.

Our bodies began to move together, and he found the perfect rhythm, slow and intense, his cock pressing deep inside me.

“Sebastian,” I moaned.

He reached around to where my need throbbed the most, his fingers expertly coaxing the flame higher, hotter, until I was on the edge.

His breath was hot against my damp skin. “You feel so incredible.”

The praise sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. His hand, his voice, his body—all of him enveloped me.

“Sebastian, I’m…” The rest of my words were lost in a strangled cry as the first waves of an orgasm crashed over me, my body tensing and then shuddering. I found myself chanting his name as he continued, unrelenting, chasing his own climax.

He tensed, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate, until with a final deep thrust, he stilled, his body pressed flush against mine. He roared my name.

We stayed locked together, panting, for a long minute as the water poured over us. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close.

Sebastian’s warmth enveloped me as he wrapped me up in a plush towel, the fabric soft against my damp skin. He lifted me with ease and carried me through the fog that lingered in the air from our shower. The city lights flickered outside the windows of his room, casting a dim glow that danced across his handsome, sharply angled face.

He laid me gently on the bed, the sheets cool against my back. His eyes held a promise of more as he leaned over me, his hands tracing the contours of my body with tenderness. I smiled up at him and he returned that smile with a full hearted grin.

Then, someone knocked on the door.

“Should I get that?” Sebastian’s voice was low, husky, his breath brushing against the tender skin of my inner thigh.

“Is that okay?” I whispered.

“Princess, anything you want—I want,” he promised.

Was it Jack, Carter, or Greyson? Or…some combination? All the possibilities made my heart swell with excitement.

“Open it,” I whispered.

Sebastian rose, his movements fluid. He opened the door, revealing Jack standing there, his presence commanding as ever. There was no surprise in his eyes, only an intensity that seemed to amplify the heat between us. Jack’s gaze met mine, and it was hungry.

“Are you coming in?” Sebastian asked, stepping back.

The simplicity and warmth of his easy invitation made me smile. Jack nodded, and he closed the door softly behind him.

Their gazes met mine as they approached, two pairs of eyes that burned with a hunger that matched my own.

My hands wandered over my body, my fingertips caressing the sensitive peaks of my breasts, trailing lower, teasing around the edges of my arousal. I let my legs fall open so they could see. I could practically feel their gaze on my body like heat, and they stopped, watching me eagerly.

“Kennedy,” Jack murmured, his cock tenting the front of his jeans. It was an extra-large tent. Not the usual family of four-size, this was large enough for a reunion. “You are so fucking perfect.”

As they moved closer, I could feel the shift in the atmosphere, charged with the promise of what was to come.

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Dusk was falling outside the arena, which felt like our second home.

“Fine, get our girl some food,” Jack eyed Greyson as if he were jealous of eating subs with me when he was about to warm up before stepping onto the ice for thousands of adoring fans. “But get her back so she doesn’t miss anything.”

Greyson sighed, but didn’t argue. “It’s so boring,” he said, convincing absolutely no one.

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