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The sound she makes is barely human.

I lean down to cradle her face in my hand. She whimpers into my mouth as I press a kiss to her lips. Jude slides two fingersinside her as Miles sucks on her clit. She holds on for dear life as her body arches and twists.

“Good girl,” I murmur. “Let it happen.”

She comes with a broken gasp, writhing between them. Neither of them stops. Jude keeps curling his fingers deep. Miles licks her pussy until she breaks again. Her second orgasm hits even harder.

I kneel beside her and press my forehead to hers.

“You want more?”

“Yes,” she pants. “Please…”

I glance at the others.

Miles stands and strips off his shirt, then unbuckles his jeans. Jude is already naked. His cock is flushed dark and dripping from the tip. He positions himself on the floor behind her and pulls her into his lap. She turns toward him and kisses him.

I grab a condom from my wallet and roll it on.

Jude holds her up as I step between her legs. I grab her hips and pull her forward until the head of my cock brushes her entrance.

She moans into Jude’s mouth.

I thrust in deep, burying myself to the hilt. Her breath stutters.

Miles steps up beside her and cups the back of her head, turning her toward him. She doesn’t miss a beat. My greedy girl strokes his cock once before swallowing him down.

She’s stretched open in every direction. Jude kisses her throat and holds her steady. Miles groans as her lips slide down his length. I fuck her in deep, punishing strokes.

It doesn’t take long for her peak to build a third time. I reach between us and circle her clit. Her body tightens immediately.

“One more,” I growl. “Give us one more.”

She comes with a scream.

I curse and explode, pushing into her hips so hard she’ll probably have a bruise tomorrow. Miles jerks in her hand and comes with a shuddering groan.

She’s a blissed-out mess, sprawled across Jude’s chest. My hands are still on her. Miles gently brushes her hair back from her face.

This is the part where I usually detach. Panic will set in and I’ll start counting reasons to run. All I want is more though. Lola Monroe Hayes is mine. Ours. I’m not going anywhere ever again.

Chapter 25

Lola

For the first time in months, I feel whole.

I may have woken up alone this morning, but I don’t feel lonely. My muscles protest when I move, and the ache throughout my body is deep. I’m sore in places I didn’t even know could ache.

I don’t regret a second of it.

My studio may be a mess and my living situation is far from ideal, but I’m feeling tentatively hopeful about my love life. A love life I was adamantly against just a few weeks ago. Funny how I went from wantingnomen to beggingthreeto give this a chance.

I reach for my phone and I’m surprised to see the corner of a folded note tucked just beneath it.

Don’t forget to eat. We’ll talk later—anything you need, I’m here. — J

Jude…I hold the paper to my chest for a second before I set it aside. A text buzzes through as I unlock my screen.