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A scream rips from my throat as the orgasm rocks through my whole body. Unable to hold on anymore, I let go of my knees and wrap my legs around Cal’s hips, locking him against me as he follows me over the cliff.

Then he’s kissing me everywhere, my mouth, my face, my neck, my breasts—wherever he can reach.

“I missed you so fucking much, Beth.”

“I missed you too.”

His breath is warm against the shell of my ear. “I love you, Beth,” he whispers.

My eyes widen, and my breath catches. I’m not sure if I heard him right. Cal pulls me up to sitting, and he repeats himself loud enough to make himself perfectly clear.

Biting my lip to keep my face from splitting apart, I sober when I look into his deep, mossy eyes. “I… I love you, Cal. So much.”

“Come to Ireland with me.” His request comes out demanding and so sure of himself, it’s barely a request at all.

“What? When?” Dumbstruck and orgasm-drunk, I’m barely able to form intelligible words at all. “Really?”

“Yes, really. Tomorrow. I want you to come to Ireland with me and meet my mum. She’d like to meet the woman that has made me want to settle down.”

“Settle down?”

Cal grins. “I’ll still travel some, of course, but I was thinking that, when this contract is over, I’d move in permanently so we can be together. The three of us.”

“We love you, Beth Heaton,” Ezra says, reappearing at my side and sitting next to where Cal and I have collapsed. His cock is still hard and begging for my attention, and it distracts me from the question at hand. I can barely process the words.

I turn to question Ezra. “Are you going to Ireland, too?”

He grins and shrugs, and I can tell in that one simple action that he and Cal have already discussed this whole plan. “If you’re going, I’m going.”

Blinking rapidly, I lay my head back and stare at the ceiling. “And you love me?” I’m still in disbelief, but I can feel their love.

“Yes,” replies Cal.

“More than you’ll ever know,” says Ezra.

“I love both of you so much,” I say, eyes filling with tears. I roll them back, trying not to let them fall.

“Good, because we’re about to fuck you like we don’t.”

My head snaps in Cal’s direction. “You just—”

I’m cut off by Ezra, who pulls my arms above my head and straps them together with a familiar red belt. “Couldn’t go back on my promise,” he murmurs above me, kissing and nipping at my bottom lip.

Cal raises himself up onto one elbow so he can lean over me. He talks in that low, rumbly voice that does things to my insides.

“When Ezra’s done stretching out your ass, I’m going to take my turn. You’re going to be so sore, you’ll be remembering what we did to you the entire plane ride.”

Ezra

“Are you alright?” I ask Beth, fighting to hold back a knowing smirk.

True to our word, Beth is feeling the pain today, especially after an almost ten-hour flight. If my muscles are stiff and sore, I can only imagine how she’s walking without a limp. Still, I can’t help but find it satisfying to see her discreet attempts to stretch, or the way she winced when she first sat down the morning after Cal and I, in her words, completely ruined her.

Cal was an absolute beast, which was unsurprising. I know I’d lose my mind having to be so far away from her for so long, especially now that she’s mine. Ours.

Beth stifles a yawn. We’d all fallen asleep on the flight, thankful for the ability to lay our chairs back fully in the premium seats Cal was able to get us. Despite sleeping most of the way here, it’s only four a.m. our time back home, so the later morning sun is a bit of a shock walking out of theDublin airport.

“It’s not as cloudy as I thought it would be,” she remarks, ignoring my attempts to tease her. I don’t miss the pink flush of her cheeks, however, when I place a line of kisses from her cheek to behind her ear.

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