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I looked up, met Gage’s eyes. “More.”

There was so much love on his face, my throat tightened with emotion.

He began moving faster, sliding in deeper.

“Yes.” I kicked my head back, closing my eyes as the intensity overwhelmed me. “More.”

Gage punched his hips forward, driving in deep.

“Oh, God, yes.” I rocked against him, amplifying the erotic intrusion. “Gage … more … make me come.”

His hands gripped my knees as he shifted forward. And then he was fucking me hard, deep. Perfect.

“Come for us,” Travis growled softly from beside me. “Come all over his cock, Kylie.”

Yep.

Gage slammed his hips home. “Oh, fuck. Kylie … oh, fuck.”

That did it.

My pussy clamped down on Gage’s cock as he pulsed inside me. I cried out, trying to muffle my scream so that I didn’t wake the kids. It wasn’t easy because the onslaught of pleasure was brutal. Every single cell in my body came alive, sparking with an intensity that was so sharp, I gasped for breath.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” Travis groaned.

His words ricocheted in my head as the release subsided, leaving me boneless and sated in a way I hadn’t experienced in far too long.

Gage

“You okay?”

Travis’s softly spoken words had me turning my head, peering in his direction. The room was dark, so I couldn’t make out his features.

“Yeah. Why?”

“Just makin’ sure.”

Kylie shifted beside me, cuddling closer, her head on my arm, her hand resting on my stomach.

I turned my attention back to the ceiling, my brain returning to processing what had happened a short while ago. Or perhaps it wasn’t processing. Maybe it was trying to sear that moment into every synapse, ensuring that memory remained forever. One of those self-protection things, fortifying me in the event this wasn’t real.

But it was real. I knew it was. It had to be because the alternative was unacceptable.

And yes, I knew this wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t an illusion. My wife was alive. She was home, safe, where she belonged.

Right here, with them, nothing mattered but the three of us. At least for a few precious moments. The rest of the world waited outside the bedroom door.

“This is real,” Travis said, his deep baritone rasping across the short space between us.

“I know.”

“It’s a turnin’ point.”

“Yep.”

“That’s a good thing.”

Yes, it was. Come tomorrow, when the sun rose, the new day would be different than the previous one in the sense that we’d taken more steps to repairing what had been broken for so long. The past couple of months had been filled with a myriad of emotions, a daily roller coaster ride full of euphoric highs and devastating lows as we looked on, watching the woman who completed all of us grapple with her new life. And it was new to her, even if the overall structure was the same as before.