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Bear didn't even have to say anything, but he gave me a little nod of acknowledgement as I backed away.

By this point, Lane was wrecked.

I knew that when Bear finally let her come, it was going to wipe her out completely and I was so glad I was going to be able to see it.

“You still want more, baby?” he asked, and it sounded almost like a threat. But undeterred, Lane nodded anyway. “You sure?”

“Yes!” she practically yelled. “Yes, I want more!”

He grinned. “Then we’ll give you more.”

Bear called Sy over. He put Lane on all fours again and threw me the bottle of lube. I had no idea how we managed to fit together the way we did or how Lane was able to take it. But she was soldiering through, the little trooper.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I groaned out as I pushed deeper into her ass. She exhaled sharply, and I waited until her body relaxed before moving again. Bear had two fingers inside of her pussy and Sy was waiting politely for her to turn her attention to his waiting dick. She eventually turned her head and took him in her mouth, moaning around his cock.

So this was how we were going to come.

Bear orchestrated her first orgasm, letting her come on his fingers and I cried out as my body came undone inside hers. I pressed my lips to the back of her neck, my eyes shutting tight as I rode out the waves of my climax. Then I slipped out and Bear slipped in the front, letting her ride the wave.

Sy threw his head back and held her head in place, and I knew that meant he was also out for the count. I flopped down onto the bed, eagerly waiting for Lane to finally reach her peak. I watched her body tremble with the impending orgasm, too spent to even touch myself.

Then she finished, and her arms wrapped tightly around Bear as her orgasm finally crashed over her.

We took a few minutes to recover before anyone was ready to move and I marveled at how quiet my own head felt. I didn’t feel the phantom itch to pull on my jeans and rush out the door, which was the first thing that hit me as significant. Our tangled limbs were all overlapping on the mattress, but it didn’t strike me as strange. It felt…comfortable. A weird new kind of normal.

“Holy shit.”

The three of us chuckled at Lane’s comment, agreeing with her. I was thinking up some kind of smartass response to that when her phone buzzed with an incoming text and I craned my head to take a peek. It was from Nance.

Nance: Sleep tight, Laney! Can’t wait to see you at work tomorrow.

“Weird,” Lane mumbled. I must’ve been staring a bit too hard because she caught me looking and I reined my neck in, giving her a guilty chuckle. But she was too fucked out to care about either the text or my eavesdropping. And that was exactly the way I wanted it.

She put her phone down again and settled in between our bodies, one hand holding on to Sy on the far end. With Bear in between them, the two guys were practically spooning which was funny as fuck. But Lane’s other hand found mine. She gave it a little squeeze, just like she had earlier.

And just like earlier, my chest suddenly felt way too full.

28

Lane

Today was one of those days where the clutter in my office had built up to a near-unacceptable level. But when Nancy came sauntering in wielding a thick, stamped FedEx envelope from Zurich, I worked like lightning to clear up a space on my desk.

The look in her eyes was one she only wore when she was on the heels of a breakthrough.

“Good news?” I asked and she shook her head, not bothering with banter.

“Your uncle Ricky wasn’t an idiot, Lane. He knew your mother would try to claw her way into this property the second he passed. I tracked down his offshore estate lawyer in Switzerland and squeezed out a notarized letter of intent.” She put the envelope on the desk and slid it towards me. “He explicitly names Rose as a hostile party and mandates the duplex goes to you.”

My heart leapt into my throat. I tore open the envelope and went through the document myself, reading the same lines over and over again until the pages started to blur. I blinked quickly, swallowing hard.

“Nance, this…I don’t even know what to say,” I told her.

She smirked, graciously ignoring my stinging eyes. “All in a day’s work. Or, night’s too, if we’re being technical. Point is, this letter kills the probate freeze. Plus, my cousin at the Cook County building code office is fast-tracking the emergency paperwork.”

“That’s one hell of a favor,” I said.

“I throw good parties and next month is my birthday. I promised him an invite,” she shrugged.