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He already knows. He feels just as strongly about Logan and Dante, in his own way, as I do. And he doesn’t seem possessive, or pissed off to hear me say it. He looks… satisfied. Almost smug.

Then he palms the back of my head and kisses me.

I melt into his touch, exactly where I want to be. My aches and pains are forgotten. My exhaustion replaced by something hot and needy and insistent that this man always brings out in me.

I reach up and tug him closer, water sloshing out of the tub, and he smiles against my lips.

“My butterfly,” he murmurs, kissing me deeper, dirtier, as he leans over me, his free hand sliding down to my breast.

I arch up into his touch, splashing him again, and he squeezes just hard enough to make my breath hiss out in a needy whine, my nipple pebbling from the friction of his palm despite the warmth of the bath.

His lips are just as possessive as his touch as he moves his hand down my body, beneath the water, and emotions fill me hot and fast. Familiar, electric ones as I respond to his touch, but softer, giddier ones too.

I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and tug him even closer, then laugh into the kiss. “You’re getting all wet.”

He pulls back just enough to smirk at me, working his hand down between my legs and then dipping inside me and making me moan before I can catch myself.

“Pretty fucking wet yourself.” His voice is like a growl, low and primal and so damn sexy I go from teasing to feeling so hungry for more that I can’t help but whimper.

I only have to wait for a moment before he hauls me out of the bathtub and lifts me, dripping, into his arms. Neither one of us reach for a towel, and I wrap my legs around his waist and scrape my nails through his dark brown hair as I yank his head back to mine, greedy for him, as he turns without a word and heads out into the hall, toward my room.

Dante is walking toward us, and those vibrant green eyes of his immediately fill with appreciation.

“Damn.” His voice is rough with all the same emotions that welled up between Logan and me; all the feelings Maddoc and I finally laid out in the open just now. “Best thing I’ve seen all day,” he says, stepping aside as Maddoc starts toward my bedroom. “Hell, all week.”

He lets his eyes roam over my naked body, but I know he means more than that.

He means the fact that I’m finally here. I’m home again. With them.

And I needbothof them.

“Wait,” I whisper as Maddoc walks past Dante. I look over Maddoc’s shoulder and hold eye contact with Dante, my heart rate picking up yet again. “Join us.”

Maddoc grunts, his arms tightening around me, and Dante licks his lips, his signature grin spreading over his face as his eyes flare with heat.

“I’d fucking love to, princess,”

Maddoc takes my mouth again as Dante follows us, and when Dante steps up behind me as we enter my room, boxing me in between them and kissing my neck, I know for sure that this is exactly where I’m meant to be. Where we’reallmeant to be.

Now, I just need them to get naked too.

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RILEY

Maddoc’s handstighten under my ass, and Dante’s hot mouth on my skin sends delicious jolts of pleasure down to my core as he crowds up behind me.

“You fit us so damn well,” Maddoc whispers as his cock swells, throbbing as it’s trapped between us.

He holds my gaze like he’s searching for something, and my breath hitches in my throat.

He saidus.

Hearing him come right out and say that as he’s sharing me with his brother means everything to me, almost as much as the feelings he finally confessed to me in the bath, because it means this is real. I can have everything I’ve dreamed of with these men.

I alreadydohave it.

Dante brushes my hair to the side, baring the side of my throat, and sucks a fresh bruise into my skin.

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