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    I wake up warm, safe, and entirely tangled in Hunter.

    His arm is a heavy but wee band around my waist, his chest a solid heat pressed against my back, and his leg is draped possessively over mine, as if he’s holding me in ce even in his sleep.

    like he’s still chasing me His breath ghosts across the back of my neck steady, slow,forting –

    in his dreams, even now.

    —

    —

    I don’t move. Not yet. Because how his body fits around mine feels good, easy, and natural. Like

    we’ve always slept this way. Like we were designed for this exact kind of morning quiet.

    But then his arm tightens around me just slightly, and his thumb strokes a slow arc across my bare hipbone underneath the hem of my hoodie – technically his hoodie – and I realize he’s awake.

    “You’re not escaping,” he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep. It’s low, rough, andced with

    something that makes heat bloom across every inch of my skin in a steady wave.

    I smile into the pillow and answer, “Not even trying.”

    He shifts behind me, nuzzling his face into the curve of my neck like he’s trying to imprint himself

    there. “Good.”

    I close my eyes again, basking in his weight and the sensation of beingpletely wrapped up in something so grounded and certain.

    Until…his bedroom door creaks open.

    Hunter groans into my hair and says, “No. Whatever it is–just no.”

    Cade’s voice answers, bright and unapologetic, “Morning, lovebirds.”

    Before either of us can react, the bed dips dramatically as Cade flops down in front of me with the energy of a golden retriever who just spotted his favorite toy. “Aw, look at you two,” he teases, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “All snuggled up and sinful. You look delicious, Sunshine.”

    Hunter mutters something that sounds vaguely like a threat, but Cade only grins and wriggles closer until he’s pressed firmly against my front, effectively boxing me in between the two of them.

    “Careful,” I warn, trying not tough as Cade nuzzles into my shoulder that’s not covered by the

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    covers. “You’re entering dangerous territory.”

    Cade drops his voice, his warm breath tickling my ear, and his nose skimming my earlobe, as he asks,

    “That so?”

    Hunter slides his hand higher beneath the hoodie, his fingers sying high across my stomach, his fingertips brushing the underside of my breast. “Very,” he murmurs. “She’s mine right now.”

    “Hmm,” Cade hums thoughtfully as his hand slips beneath the covers to glide down the side of my

    body till he reaches my upper thigh. “I don’t mind sharing. Just for a little bit.”

    And then…there’s four hands, and two mouths touching various parts of my body.

    Cade trails kisses along my jaw, hiking my leg up and around his hip, while Hunter’s hand on my

    stomach keeps moving, softly caressing and torturingly teasing. My breath catches as my hips shift without my permission, and I swear they both groan out loud.

    “You like this,” Cade says, his tone suddenly lower, hungrier, as his hand slides up the back of my leg and beneath the hem of my sleepshorts to grab a handful of my bare ass cheek, pulling me even

    closer to him so I can feel his hardening cock rub iexactly /iwhere I need it the most.

    Hunter presses an open–mouthed kiss just below my ear, before licking the shell of my ear. “She

    loves this,” he rasps, his hand engulfing my sensitive breast, his thumb flicking azy rhythm over the hardened peak, all while grinding his hard–as–steel dick leisurely against the crack of my ass.

    I moan softly as Cade pushes his hand deeper between my ass cheeks until his fingertips graze my soaked heat between my thighs. My body immediately arches between them, as I’m caught in a slow, dizzy spiral of lust.

    “Sweetheart,” Hunter breathes, his voice almost reverent, as his hand starts a slow descent. “You’re

    shaking.”

    “She’s needy,” Cade adds with a grin I can feel more than see, “And soaked. Is this for us, Sunshine?”

    The only response my desire–addled brain cane up with is a vigorous nod that has them both groaning with satisfaction.

    “Would you like us to help you with that, Beautiful?” Hunter basically growls in my ear as his hand slips beneath the waistband of my shorts and panties effortlessly, to find my wet core for himself.

    With a synchronicity that should scare me, but doesn’t, both their hands slip even further down,

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    causing me to gasp in anticipation of feeling both their thick strong fingers ying with my pussy at

    the same time.

    And just when both their mouths aretched to my neck, and the tips of their fingerse together to slip inside me as a unit with effortless ease…

    “La!”

    Xavier’s voice cuts through the moment like a knife as the door swings open without so much as a

    knock. Then, he leans casually against the frame with his arms crossed, looking entirely too amused

    considering what life–altering experience he so unceremoniously just interrupted.

    “There’s a package downstairs you need to sign for, Princess,” he says. “I offered to do it, but the

    delivery guy says it has to be you, and it’s urgent.”

    I groan very udylike as my body goes limp between Hunter and Cade, who both look just as

    extremely put out by this turn of events.

    “You’re the devil,” I mutter at Xavier, scowling at him over my shoulder.

    He shrugs and smugly adds, “Timing is everything.”

    And then he disappears again, leaving the door wide open behind him and his mischievous chuckle.

    Hunter huffs behind me, as he slowly slips his hand out from my underwear, “I was iso /iclose.”

    Cade pouts dramatically, looking me in the eye as he confidently says, “I was going to make her

    scream.”

    At that, I drag a pillow over my face andugh–scream into it, hopelessly flustered, and already wondering how the hell I’m going to survive the rest of the day with all four of them under the same roof as me.