Page 152 of Play Dirty

“And we never want to…”

I gasped, surging forward, rocking against whomever was inside me. Writhing with glee into whichever hand — or something other than a hand — pressed itself against my mouth.

And I knew right then, as I succumbed to another mind-erasing climax…

There would be no going back.

Ever.

Sometime later—

Late maybe—

We ended up back in the living room. Lights low. Storm still raging. The four of us, sprawled across the couch like none of us had the energy — or the will — to move anymore.

I rested my head against Ares’s shoulder.

My legs draped across Sebastian’s warm thighs.

Grayson sat close enough that his hand rested absently against my ankle, thumb tracing slow, unconscious patterns into the soles of my tired, grateful feet.

No one spoke for a while. Just breathing.

Just existing.

Just… this.

Finally, Sebastian exhaled.

“We’re not ever stopping, are we?”

No one answered right away. There was no need to. Ares’s arm tightened around me, and Grayson’s thumb didn’t stop moving.

I closed my eyes; and smiled.

“No,” I said softly.

The storm hammered the house again, harder, burying us deeper, sealing us in.

I didn’t fight it. Didn’t question it.

Didn’t even pretend I wanted to.

Because whatever this was—

Whatever we’d started—

It wasn’t slowing down.

It wasn’t temporary.

And it sure as hell wasn’t something I could walk away from.

Not anymore.

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