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The tight, clenching heat of her orgasm is the final blow. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, letting out a deep moan as I drive deep into her one last time. My entire body locks up as I release everything I have into her.

We collapse together, our chests rising and falling in a rapid harmony as the smell of sex, sweat, and paint fill the air.

“Okay,” Lex mumbles, one hand under his chin, the other holding the corner of the canvas. “What do we think?”

I help Bella to her feet as we both brace ourselves to see Lex’s masterpiece.

“Well?”

“Oh my God,” Bella snorts as her eyes find the canvas.

I wrap my arm around his shoulder. “Stick to buildings, babe.”

Chapter 58

LEX

Ashmoor Hall - Wexley University

“Letting her dance.”

17 days since we got our girl back.

“You ready for this, baby?” I ask Bella as me, her, and Cade round the corner to head into the Legacy’s studio at Ashmoor.

She looks up at me and nods. “I’m ready.”

I highly fucking doubt it, but I refuse to have this argument.

Again.

Knox originally cleared the studio out this morning so the Trifecta and their stunt dudes could have a private practice. Something small and simple so Bella could ease herself back into it.

At least, that was the plan.

Then Bella, the girls, and even Javi’s dramatic ass all reminded us that it is about to be their senior year and that they, and I quote, “have a mountain full of shit to do before classes start.”

So naturally, they’ve stacked way too much into one damn practice. I’m talking set changes, Rico’s fashion designs, prep for Regionals, Nationals, and Worlds. Not to mention, choosing the four poor freshmen that will be joining Legacy this year.

All that shit and they wouldn’t even add in a little chair dance for me. Rude.

Cade and I tried to talk to her about it last night. About slowing the hell down for five damn minutes. She listened. Right up until she decided she knew better and changed the subject by choking on both our cocks until neither of us could think straight.

I get it. She wants to feel normal again. Wants to dance, laugh, plan, and pretend her time in Luca’s hellhole never happened.

Cade and I called Sabine late last night to let out our frustrations once Bella passed out. I figured she’d agree with us and knock some sense into her. But, we were wrong.

So.

Very.

Wrong.

Sabine has totally taken Bella’s side in this. She informed us that every time Bella’s had something bad happen in her life, something’s been taken from her. Her mother, her home, her innocence… Henry.

This time, she got something back.

Zeke.