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I barely make the words out as he whispers them against my lips.

He can’t what?

“Fuck, fuck. I’m coming. Oh, fuck me, I’m coming.” Atlas tenses under me, then wails. “Hunt! Hunt!”

I don’t know what happens, but when Hunter pulls back, he practically roars, swiveling his hips a few times before driving in deep. His breath catches as he comes, his forehead dropping to my shoulder opposite of where Atlas has his face buried in my neck.

We lie there, panting, sweaty, exhausted.

Never has anyone wanted me like this, needed me the way they do. And I need them too. Not just physically, but in the way Atlas boops my nose. And in the way Hunter claims me as his publicly.

Not because I’m good at fucking or because I’m a hockey player.

Just me.

Cody.

Their little Titan.

Chapter 30

Hunter

Cody's dirty blond curls fall across his forehead for the third time. I brush them back, my thumb grazing the thin white scar running through his right eyebrow. It’s old, faded. Not one Atlas gave him.

Those two need to stop fighting. Don’t care what they say because every time they come back bloodied and bruised, my skin crawls. Even if they are smiling about it afterward.

A loud snore tears out of Atlas, and Cody shifts.

I nudge my best friend with my foot. Atlas doesn’t wake, just rolls onto his side, bare ass up in the air. Not sure why he chose to sleep on the floor—naked, no less, except for his socks—when there’s enough room on the couch for him.

Leaning my head back, I count the cracks in the ceiling, the hum of the fridge filling the quiet after Atlas stops snoring.

There’s seventeen.

I count them again. Then again. By the third time, I’m counting out loud to fill the silence, my hand motionless in Cody’s hair.

My father would get quiet before the children came. The yelling would stop, the beatings too. But the quiet wasn’t peace. It was preparation.

Cody stirs and—

“Fuck.”

I grit my teeth, holding my breath before guiding his knee away from my cock. Thank fuck Atlas is still asleep because he’d be laughing his ass off knowing our little Titan kneed me in the nuts in his sleep.

The corner of my mouth pulls up, and I kiss the top of Cody’s head, letting my eyes close. I felt like a fucking asshole when he called me out for hardly smiling. Shouldn’t have cared if it bothered him. But I do.

Too much.

Don’t know what I’m doing anymore. Not with him. Not with Atlas.

I drag a hand down my face. The fuck was I thinking chasing Atlas’s finger? He probably didn’t even realize how close it was to my hole when he’d grabbed my ass. And I pushed back, swiveling to position it where I wanted. And when I did, I detonated. Came so hard my vision whited out around the edges.

My cock starts to thicken.

No. I can’t—

“Hey. You okay?”