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Her coming with me inside her is for all of us.
All my muscles are tense and I’m holding back, knowing I’m close, but needing her to shatter first. She’s writhing now, bucking her hips, chasing the orgasm.
“Michael,” I say through gritted teeth. “Get in there.”
He knows what I mean, and without hesitation, slips a hand under her belly and clearly lands on her clit with the exact pressure she needs.
Danielle screams and shudders.
“That’s it,” Michael tells her. “Damn, baby, you’re so fucking gorgeous right now.”
“Oh, yeah,” Crew says, voice low and gritty. “Soak that cock.”
“I am,” she wails. “Oh, God!”
I can’t hold back another second and I explode with a shout of triumph, filling our girl up.
I stay buried inside her, taking in huge gulps of air. Then I squeeze her hips, leaning over to kiss her back. Crew is kissing her mouth deeply. Michael is slumped next to them, his hand lazily stroking up and down her back.
I let go of her hips, and she sinks onto Crew’s chest. He tucks her head under his chin and closes his eyes.
I roll to the side opposite of Michael.
We all just lie there for several long, quiet minutes.
It’s fucking bliss.
I study the high ceiling in our new house.
I still don’t love the house, but I do love that I live here with these three.
“Yes, this couch is fucking amazing,” Crew finally says. “And yes, I’ll be happy to be in charge of all furniture purchases for us for the rest of our lives.”
And I’m so happy about the idea of the rest of our lives together that, for the moment, I don’t even immediately tell him that there’s no fucking way I’m trusting him to buy so much as a kitchen stool. Even if this couch does have its definite advantages.
CHAPTER 16
Michael
“He shoots.”Crew bends his knees and puts his hands up to throw a crumpled paper towel into the trash like it’s a basketball. “He scores!”
“He gets the hell out of my kitchen,” I say mildly, slicing olives for a salad. I have a lasagna in the oven already baking and the room is thick with the smell of my Bolognese and the béchamel. It’s therapeutic to be cooking again.
“Yourkitchen? Isn’t that the point of buying this house? It’s my kitchen too,” Crew says, swiping an olive off of the cutting board and popping it into his mouth.
It really is a relief to be back in Chicago. Here, inourhouse. The last few days were stressful as hell, worrying about my father’s health and my mother’s reaction to my father’s health. My siblings. The grandkids. What was going on back here with these three, in this new house.
“It’s Michael’s kitchen, honey,” Dani tells Crew, patting him on the arm as she opens a deep drawer and lifts out four plates onto the island to set the table. “We just visit it when we’re hungry.”
Then she leans over and kisses me on the cheek with a smile. I set the knife down so I can cup her cheek and give her a proper kiss, grateful she’s not at the bookstore tonight and we can have a family dinner. Her taste and touch ground me and I breathe deeply. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She squeezes my hand before she picks up the plates again.
“Danielle is right, McNeill,” Nathan says with his back to us as he makes himself an old-fashioned. “Stay in your lane.”
Last night, the three of us guys had all needed to fuck Dani hard, to release our frustrations and fears and annoyances with life and each other, and she had needed to get fucked. To feel close to us and reassured that everything is fine in all of our various relationships, both with her and each other.
But tonight is about reconnecting as friends, as a family. This is our first dinner together in this home that we spent two months dreaming about and renovating. The whole time I was in Decatur, I was worried about what was happening here without me. If the woman I love was okay. If the two guys I have come to care about were getting along. If they needed me. If they were unpacking our new house and putting things where they don’t belong.
