Page 132 of High Reward

I fuck Grace hard and fast, one hand gripping her hip, the other tangled in her hair. Lili’s hand reaches beneath her, finding her clit and working in rhythm with my thrusts.

“Come for me,” I order. “Both of you. Now.”

Grace shatters around my cock, her walls clenching tight. The sensation triggers my own release, and I bury myself deep as I come.

Lili follows moments later, shuddering against Grace’s mouth.

We collapse together in a tangle of limbs and breath.

I hold them both and something settles in my chest.

Home.

This is home.

Thesuiteisquietafter the chaos of the party. I sit on the edge of the bed, watching Grace apply ointment to Lili’s thighs where my marks are already beginning to scab.

Lili winces slightly as Grace’s fingers work over the tender skin, but she doesn’t pull away. Her eyes meet mine across the room, and I see something soft there. Trust. Gratitude.

Love.

The word still catches me off guard sometimes. I’ve spent years convincing myself I wasn’t built for this. That the violence in my blood made me unsuitable for anything beyond temporaryconnections. But here I am, with two women who know exactly what I am, and stay anyway.

Grace finishes her ministrations and caps the ointment, setting it on the nightstand beside the photo album. The album sits open to the last page. Lili standing defiant but wounded. Grace on her knees. Both of them more beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen.

“I shared some of what Jacob brought us with Matteo and Luke today,” I say, breaking the comfortable silence. “The recordings are damning. Griffin Price has been orchestrating more than we realized. He’s connected to criminal networks across three continents, and he had connections with Bryce Cameron, and Kara Lindon while we were at Yale.”

Grace nods, her expression sobering. “Owen mentioned he’s still working on connecting everything.”

“He is. But that’s tomorrow’s problem.” I stand and cross to where they’ve settled against the headboard. “Right now, I have something else on my mind.”

Lili raises an eyebrow. “Should we be worried?”

“That depends on your answer.”

The words come out steadier than I feel. Inside, my heart is hammering against my ribs.

I sit on the bed, facing both of them. Grace tucks her legs beneath her, giving me her full attention. Lili remains still, watching me with those sharp blue eyes that miss nothing.

“I want you both to move in with me,” I say. “Permanently.”

Silence.

Grace’s face lights up first. The smile that breaks across her features is bright enough to cut through every shadow in the room.

“Yes,” she says immediately. “It’s where I belong.”

She launches herself at me, arms wrapping around my neck. I catch her, pulling her close, burying my face in her curls. She smells like body wash, sex, and home.

“Good girl,” I murmur against her hair. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

When I look up, Lili hasn’t moved. Her expression is careful. Measured. Not the immediate joy I saw in Grace.

My chest tightens.

“Lili?”

She takes a breath and holds up her hand. “Let me say this before I lose my nerve.”