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Droplets of Logan’s sweat fall on my shoulder as he strenuously keeps to his slow tempo, while Quaid seems to want to fuck the sadness out of both of us.
It’s too much, and not enough.
My eyes latch onto Carter’s dark pools, his hungry stare never leaving mine, and that is what tips me over. My orgasm splits me into three pieces, each ragged edge perfectly cut to hand over to each one of them. Quaid growls as he pulls away, his release spraying my belly, while Logan cries out, filling my body with his. I’m still dancing amongst the stars when Carter holds me by the ankles, pulling me down to him, thrusting inside me in one fell swoop.
“Argh!”
“Is this what you wanted? Is it perfect enough for you?” he whispers in my ear as he pumps his way into my body, my heart, my very soul.
I grab onto his dark hair, pulling his face to mine.
“Yes.”
He shuts his eyes, his temple kissing mine as he brings life back to me.
“I fucking love you,” he growls.
“I do too,” I confess, tears of joy leaking from the corner of my eyes.
Carter waits for me to climb once more over the precipice, and holds me fiercely in his arms when I come undone, him willing following me—even in this—to the ends of the Earth.
After I’ve come down from the heavens, I look at the man on top of me, love swimming in his dark eyes. I turn to my left to see the same worship in Logan’s blue stare, and then to my right, where green eyes smile back at me, sparkling with the same hope I feel.
Now I’m whole.
Chapter 15
Then
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Valentina
“Morning, beautiful,” I hear someone whisper softly, a faint caress on my cheek trying to coax me out of my slumber.
I rub the sleep away from my eyes, but it still takes me a moment to focus on who is trying to wake me up. Of course, the instant Logan’s crystal-blue eyes come into view, a wide smile crests my lips, my lids shutting once more to enjoy his tender touch.
“Hmm,” I mumble languidly, loving Logan’s sweet endearment alongside the feel of the hard body nestled behind me.
Even in his sleep, Quaid’s grip is tight around my midsection, always determined to keep me as close to him as he possibly can. His warmth, added to Carter’s gentle breathing alongside him, warms me from within.
These past weeks have been the worst of my entire life, and yet through each tear I’ve shed, all three boys have done everything in their power to shower me with nothing but love and affection. Like an addict, I’ve come to depend on their love and let it ease the pain I feel for not having Dad around anymore. Every time I slip into my grief, they remind me that I still have love in my life. That soulmate type of love Dad always talked about.
Even though he’s gone, his words still linger in my ear, whispering to me how lucky I am and not to take for granted a single moment of it. And after this weekend, where we handed our bodies and souls to each other, I vow to appreciate each second I spend in their arms.
“Baby, you need to get up,” Logan interrupts my reverie, running his thumb over my lower lip.
“I’d rather you come to bed instead,” I purr, the tip of my tongue teasing the pad of his finger.
“As much as I would love nothing more, now is not the time. You have a visitor downstairs.”
“A visitor?” I ask, confused, my lids opening wide to take Logan’s forlorn expression in.
“Who could possibly be here at this hour?” I ask, reaching for my phone on the bedside table and verifying that it’s not even eight in morning.
“She didn’t say, but I have a feeling it’s your mother.”
That word uttered by him slaps me wide-awake. Like a cold bucket of ice water doused over me, all my senses are on high alert, lifting my body to its upright position in bed as if ready for battle.
