Page 174 of Triplet Babies for my Ex's Best Friend

Instinct takes over, and then the only emergency is how fast I’m about to lose it.

Ethan’s cock throbs against my tongue, and my own fingers match the rhythm, circular, desperate, helpless. I rock against my palm, shameless, meeting my own need because the idea of him wanting that has turned my entire body into a live wire.

He’s panting now, sweat inked at his hairline, eyes locked on me with a ferocity I’ve never felt from another human being.

His thumb drags across my cheek, grazing the corner of my mouth wet with him, and I’m so gone for him that even the humiliation tastes sweet, like victory instead of shame.

I smear saliva down his length with my tongue, circling the head, and it’s nearly enough to make him lose control, but he steadies himself, groaning my name over and over until it’s not a name at all, just a helpless sound.

He pulls out, just enough to look at the swelling helplessness of my mouth, the way my lips have gone slick from him, and maybe from biting them too hard in anticipation.

“Addy, fuck, you’re going to be the death of me. I need you.”

He hauls me up, hands everywhere, mouth frantic against mine, tasting himself on my lips, urging me back against the cool granite of the kitchen island. It’s like he’s forgotten everything but the need to be inside me, and honestly, good. I want to be the only thing he can even remember.

He spins me so I'm at the edge, hiking up my dress, and when his hand finds my soaked underwear, he curses so filthy I feel it in my teeth.

He rips the fabric aside, not bothering with finesse. A short, guttural sound, a snag, and then he’s inside me in one punishing thrust that knocks the air out of my lungs. My nails dig into the counter for purchase, and I moan, half pain, half the sweetest lightning bolt of relief I’ve ever known.

It’s so fucking good, the way we fit together, the way his body seems engineered to fill every space that’s ever been left emptyin me, as if some algorithm coded by a horny cupid matched us input to output, down to the decimal.

He fucks me so deep and hard I think I’m going to lose consciousness, not from pain but from the insane, sustained overload of pleasure. There’s nothing gentle about it anymore.

This is raw, unbuffered want, the kind that cauterizes me. I’m nothing but nerve endings and the animal, clutch and pull of his hands digging into my waist, his cock stretching me open, every thrust a stake driven deeper until I’m not sure where he ends and I begin.

I want to scream. I want to weep.

Instead, I come so violently I nearly pass out.

It builds like a migraine behind my eyes until it detonates, my body locking into a bowstring, my thighs shaking so hard they might snap off at the hip. I hear my own voice before I realize I’m the one making that obscene, torn-up sound.

Ethan doesn’t stop; he can’t, or won’t, and I’m so fucking grateful he doesn’t.

He’s relentless, fucking me through it, letting himself go for the first time tonight, until his breaths blister my shoulder and he groans my name rough and wild and unrepeatable. He stills, shuddering, and I feel him pulse inside me, thick and hot, and only then does his grip ease, the fingers at my waist going gentle again, tracing lazy zigzags against my skin like he needs to mark me.

This man is the one for me. Bryce was nothing compared to him.

Nothing at all.

CHAPTER THIRTY

Ethan

The first thingI register is warmth.

Addy.

She’s tucked against me, one arm draped across my chest in a way that suggests sleep claimed her mid-thought rather than with intention. Her breathing is slow, even.

I don’t move immediately.

There’s a part of me that resists the instinct to extract myself, to reset, to reestablish the boundaries that have defined the last four years with near clinical precision.

Instead, I stay where I am.

The city beyond the glass is just beginning to shift into morning. Light filters in gradually, catching on the edges of the room, outlining her hair where it spills across the pillow. There’s an unguardedness about her I can’t get enough of.

It occurs to me that I’ve underestimated how quickly she’s become integrated.