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Then she breaks, her head snapping back as she screams through an intense orgasm.

I watch, fascinated at the way her eyes darken and her thighs shake. The way she holds onto me like I’m her life raft in the sensual storm.

The way she never breaks eye contact with me.

It’s that—her gaze locked on mine—that sends me over the edge.

I come deep inside her, unloading days worth of need for this woman.

Our Abby.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I tell her as she collapses against my chest.

I wrap an arm around her back and take a deep breath. She turns her head to request a kiss. I clasp her ass with my other hand and haul her in closer, wanting every inch of her on me. Skin to skin.

Sweeping my tongue between her lips, I sigh, even as my cock starts to stir inside her.

Abby pulls back a little, her eyes wide. “Are you…”

“Getting hard? Yes.”

“Can you go again?”

The look of pure delight on her face both amuses me and turns me on even more. My cock responds by thickening even more.

Abby moans and wiggles. “You did promise me a hat trick.”

Fuck me, this woman.

“I never make promises I don’t keep.”

CHAPTER 18

DASH

Kane makes it to the kitchen the next morning without Abby. He is grinning widely and humming as he settles at the breakfast bar and helps himself to pancakes.

“How’s our girl?” Benjamin asks.

“Absolutely fucking fantastic,” Kane says, popping a strawberry into his mouth.

Benjamin frowns. “I mean, how does she feel this morning? Where is she?”

“Probably sore,” I mutter.

I don’t begrudge Kane his time with Abby. They deserve their one-on-one time too. But I am a little concerned about how much sex she’s been having all of a sudden when it’s clear this is unusual for her.

And, fine, I worry a little that my two friends are not quite as tender and caring with her as they probably should be. Or at least as much as I would be.

There. That’s what it is.

They both care about her. It’s obvious. And I know neither of them will do anything to hurt her.

Or anything she doesn’t want them to do.

But it’s truly why the three of us together are best for her. I need to know that she’s been taken care of.

“She might be a little sore,” Kane agrees, clearly more thoughtful about the idea than bothered. “She’s upstairs getting ready in her room.”