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The pleasure in my lower stomach unravels violently.

I grab hold of Wes’s shoulders to brace myself for the mind shattering orgasm that splinters through me. My body bears down on both Wes and Santi as an explosion rocks through me. I throw my head back onto Santi’s shoulder and convulse hard. My wail shifts into a scream.

Santi cries out next. On some level I can feel him stilling and spilling inside of me. Wes grunts, holding me tight as he cums inside of me, right along with Santi. Somewhere in the mess of it all, I can hear Rhett snarl as he finds his own release.

When my orgasm subsides, it sucks all the energy from me.

My body goes limp and I lean against Wes for support. He holds me as everyone moves. When he and Santi carefully pull free from my body, I immediately feel bereft and empty. I cling to Wes, needing the contact. I don’t want this moment to end.

And it doesn’t.

Three pairs of hands slide over my body as I’m cleaned up. A warm wet cloth appears from somewhere and slides over my skin, between my legs and my butt.

Three different lips press against my skin at different places.

Murmurs of praise and admiration hum in the air, all for me.

Three bodies close in on me as everyone settles back down for the evening. There’s Wes at my back curled around me protectively. My head rests on Santi’s chest as he curls up at my front. And Rhett takes my hand to weave his fingers through mine and to rest our joined hands on Santi’s hip.

As I slowly drift to sleep, a smile splays across my face. Never before have I felt so loved and cared for by anyone—let alone by three very different people. If this is what a family looks like, I never want to leave.

Seventeen

Rhett

Iwake to a horribly familiar sound.

It’s a rough, ragged, wheezing that sends a shiver down my spine.

My eyes fly open and I sit up. Peering over Santi, I find Blair lying between him and Wes. At some point in the night, the two guys have shifted away from her, leaving Blair alone. Her body is tense and trembling, her jaw is locked but her lips part to make that small wretched gasp.

I must be so attuned to it by now that my body listens for it, because neither of the other two stir.

Without hesitation, I climb over Santi to lay beside Blair and pull her into my chest.

“Hey, hey,” I mutter into her ear as I hold her close. “I’m here, Blair. I’m here, wake up.”

The gasping stops.

Not because she’s awake though.

Her eyeballs are rolling behind her eyelids, her body going ram-rod straight and the tendons in her neck pop out dramatically.

She’s stopped breathing.

“Blair!” I hiss, trying to keep my voice low so I don’t wake the others but just loud enough that she’ll hear me. I shake her hard now. “Wake up!”

“What’s going on?” Wes asks, his voice hoarse as he rolls over to face us.

I ignore him as I begin to panic. “Blair!”

I sit up and bring Blair with me. Gently, I pat her face to see if it will jar her awake. She’s never had a nightmare this intense before. If she doesn’t start breathing…

“Rhett,” Wes barks, waking fully now as he sits up with us. He looks at Blair and balks in horror. “What’s⁠—”

Blair suddenly gasps loudly. Her eyes fly open just as her hands come up to fight me off.

“It’s okay, Blair. It’s me and Wes,” I assure her as I pin down her arms. “You’re safe.”