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I pick up my pace as Gabriel grips Neomi’s hips, bouncing her on his dick. The visual I have displayed before me is just as overwhelming as the sensation. The three of us fit so well together. I watch a bead of sweat slither down the skin between Neomi’s breasts. When I look up, I see Gabriel behind her, his eyes blazing. His moans compete against mine in the air of the room, both of us driving a faster cadence as Neomi writhes between us, never breaking eye contact.

“Shit, I’m going to come, Siren,” Gabriel grits out.

Her voice breaks. “Fill me, Gabriel, fucking fill me.”

I angle my hips and start quick thrusts to help him over the edge. His muscles go rigid and I feel him pulse around me, his orgasm taking over. He curses as I watch his dick throb in Neomi’s pussy. I place my thumb against her clit, circling it, knowing I need to make her come with me. I’m close, so fucking close as she screams out, and that’s all it takes for me to fall right over the edge with her.

My orgasm hits me hard, making my vision go white around the edges as my cock empties into Gabriel. I can barely catch my breath, my body overtaken, my soul nearly leaving my body.

“Holy shit,” Neomi says breathlessly.

I take a moment to collect myself and then cautiously slide my dick from Gabriel. My lips land on Neomi’s, kissing her with what I have left.

“I’ll be right back,” I tell them.

Going to the bathroom, I prepare a warm, wet washcloth, then return to them. Gabriel’s cock has slid from Neomi’s, and I watch as his cum falls from her pussy, sliding down his cock to his ass to meet mine leaking from him. The sight makes my dick twitch again.

I clean them both, then help Neomi roll onto the bed. Gabriel rises from the bed, taking the washcloth from me. Leaning over, he kisses me, sliding his hand into the hair at the base of my neck,tongue sliding against mine, claiming me again. Then he turns and walks to the bathroom.

I lie next to Neomi, pulling her into my chest. I can feel her heart racing, our sweat-soaked skin pressed together. She hums as I kiss the top of her head. I can hear the shower turn on, and I close my eyes for a moment, letting the endorphins float through me.

The bathroom door opens, and Gabriel kneels down.

“You both own me,” he whispers, voice thick with emotion.

I reach up and he nuzzles his cheek into my palm, his eyes fluttering shut before he says, “Come on, let’s shower.”

Neomi has fallenasleep between us, her hair still damp from the shower, her breathing slow and steady as she curls into the pillow. One of her hands still rests softly on Gabriel’s chest, her fingers curled against his skin as if she drifted off mid-touch. The room carries the soft warmth that follows a night well spent—the faint scent of skin and sweat, the quiet stillness that settles after intensity burns itself out.

For a moment, I just lie there, looking at them.

I’m restless, sleep escapes me. My mind is spinning with the feelings that I have for Gabriel and the fact that I haven’t been completely honest with him. I want what is growing between us to be as solid as possible but yet I’ve held back one of the biggest pieces of my identity.

Neomi shifts in her sleep, pressing closer into Gabriel’s side. The sight of them together makes my chest tighten. Needing water, I carefully slide out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants as I head toward the door. The hallway is dark except for the glow of the kitchen light spilling across the floor.

I’m almost to the refrigerator when I hear footsteps behindme. I don’t have to turn around to know who it is. Gabriel moves into the kitchen quietly, dragging a hand through his hair as he leans against the counter. The dim light catches the lines of his shoulders and the slow rise and fall of his bare chest.

For a moment, neither of us says anything. I open the refrigerator and grab a bottle of water, twisting the cap off before taking a long drink. Gabriel watches me.

“Are you okay?” he asks, brow pinched.

The question is simple, but there’s something careful in the way he says it. It’s not spoken with casual curiosity.

I lean back against the counter and look at him.

“Yeah,” I say slowly. “I think so.”

He steps forward, his hand sliding through my hair. I lean into the touch. I crave it now.

“Tell me what’s going through that handsome head of yours.”

I set the water down on the counter and fall into his arms. I rest my head on his shoulder and breathe him in.

“I think I’m falling for you, Gabriel,” I whisper tentatively.

A low hum vibrates against my ear.

“Does that scare you?”