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She gasps. Her hands grip my biceps as I start a slow, shallow rhythm. Letting the swollen knot outside nudge against her sensitive entrance. The motion stretches her open a fraction more with every stroke.

I pick up the pace. The hot water in the tub sloshes around us, matching the steady, wet slap of our bodies colliding.

Her nails drag down my chest. "More. You're going too slow."

"We have all night, sweetheart." I catch her waist, holding her steady.

I angle my hips, targeting her G-spot.

Olive throws her head back. A loud, shameless moan echoes across the courtyard.

I keep the rhythm and push her right to the edge of a climax, until her inner walls flutter and clamp around my shaft.

"Faster." Her fingernails dig into my skin. "Lawrence, please push it all the way in."

I drive my hips forward with a hard, deep thrust. I shove the swollen knot past her threshold.

Olive screams. A shattering orgasm rips through her system. Her inner walls clamp down around my cock with crushing force. She milks my length as she rides the rolling waves of pleasure.

I roar along with her and pump a hot load of seed deep into her.

We stay locked together in the bubbling hot tub, breathing hard against each other's skin. I would do anything for this woman, I hope she knows that now. She’s a God send to our lives. I know we will all move Heaven and earth for her happiness.

Chapter 17

Sunlight cuts through the thick velvet curtains of the east wing bedroom. I stretch my legs out against the high-thread-count sheets, but my foot bumps against a warm, solid calf.

I blink my eyes open.

Lawrence lies sprawled next to me on the king-sized mattress. His dark curls look messy against the white pillowcase. One of his broad, golden arms rests across my waist, pulling me to his side. The sheets tangle around our bare legs.

The memory of last night in the hot tub floods my brain. The edge-play and teasing; the absolute bliss of his knot finally locking inside me leaves a deep, satisfied ache in my muscles.

I wake up glowing.

I hate admitting it, but my body feels cared for. Between Finn’s rugged, steady comfort, Malcolm’s quiet and unshakeable control, and Lawrence’s terrifying, brilliant ruthlessness, I'm wrapped in a web of total provision. They don't just feed me or give me a bed. They dismantle my problems before I even finish stressing over them.

Lawrence shifts beside me on the mattress. His brown eyes slowly open, warm and sleepy in the morning light. He pulls me closer, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

"Morning." His morning voice sounds rough and deep against my skin.

I trace a finger over the smooth curve of his shoulder. "Morning. You stayed."

He presses a soft kiss to my collarbone. "I plan to stay a lot. Get used to it."

I let out a soft laugh, pushing the duvet off my legs. "I need coffee."

Lawrence rolls out of bed, grabbing a pair of gray sweatpants off the carpet.

I pull one of his oversized t-shirts over my shoulders, letting the dark fabric hang down to my mid-thigh. We walk down the quiet corridor together, our bare feet padding against the hardwood floors as we head toward the kitchen.

The sprawling kitchen smells like rich coffee and sizzling bacon. Finn stands by the stove flipping pancakes with a relaxed grin. Malcolm sits at the marble island reading a tablet, his long dark braid hanging over his broad shoulder.

Lawrence walks right up to the coffee pot, pouring two mugs. He sets one in front of an empty barstool for me and leans against the counter next to Finn.

I stop in the arched doorway, watching the three of them move around the room with an easy, seamless rhythm.

The reality hits me like a freight train. I'm not just giving in to them because my anatomy demands a pack. I'm not just surviving a hormonal hijacking. I'm falling in love with these ridiculous hockey players. They tore my predictable, organized life to shreds, and somehow, I don't want to go back. I want right here.