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“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her between kisses, whispering in her ear as I nibble it.

“No,” she murmurs, the dismissal coming too easily.

I stop moving, holding myself deep inside her. “You are.”

She groans, grinding her hips against me as I remain still inside her, pressing against her G-spot, holding back until she begs me to continue. “Don’t stop, please, I’m so close.”

“As long as you don’t dismiss the fact you’re beautiful again.”

I start moving slowly, and when she keeps repeating “yes,” I know it’s not just because she’s agreeing with me.

Her nails scrape down my back as I fuck her harder and faster, my finger circling her clit, one leg raised over my shoulder as I drive deeper inside her. I kiss her deeply, feeling as she tumbles over the edge, orgasm pulsating through her in waves. I try to pull out, knowing I’m about to cum, but her hands grip my ass, holding me firmly inside.

“Cum with me,” she moans, looking into my eyes.

God help me, I do.

As I cum, deep inside her, our mutual climaxes shudder through us both. I know that what we did is going to cause a whole heap of trouble, but right now, I don’t care.

I pull her into my arms, and she rests her head on my chest, asking me, “Will you stay and hold me tonight?”

I kiss the top of her head. “Of course, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll be right here, whenever you need me.”

She nods, satisfied, snuggling in closer.

I think I understand now why Trigger has gone off the deep end. I thought my heart was frozen permanently, but being around Sadie feels like the first breath of spring, thawing my eternal winter.

Chapter 17

Sadie

I rest my head on Shadow’s strong chest, listening to his heart beat slowly. Sex with Shadow was totally different from Trigger, but still incredible, and exactly what I needed. I try to push away the guilt that is slowly seeping in. I don’t owe Trigger anything. Just because he’s acting as if he owns me after one night doesn’t mean it’s true. Yes, I like him, yes, I want to explore things with him, but I’m also scared of the intensity of his feelings. I’m scared of mine, too. And, although Trigger might have been the first to come round here, the first I had sex with, it doesn’t change the fact that it was all four of them I was talking to, that I was having feelings for.

What a mess.

I look up at Shadow. “Hey, can I ask you something?” I need something to stop my mind from spiraling into shame. Talking to Shadow grounds me somehow.

“Of course,” he murmurs back, lazily running a finger down my spine that makes my toes curl and my pussy twinge, still hungry for his touch.

“What’s your real name?” I blush a little as I realize I should have asked him before having sex with him. “I should probably know that, right? After… you know.”

He chuckles softly. “Wyatt Granger.”

I wrinkle my nose as I look at him. “Wyatt. It suits you.” I decide.

He shrugs. “Doesn’t really feel like it belongs to me anymore. Been a long time since I’ve been anything other than Shadow. I think the guys feel the same about their names, too.”

“Which are?” I probe. “I know Trigger is Kane, which by the way, you’ll have to tell me how he got that nickname.”

He raises an eyebrow at me. “You can probably figure that one out for yourself.”

“As in pulling the trigger of a gun?”

“Yep, most of the time he’s the gun,” he chuckles. “Trigger’s got a short fuse.”

“I noticed,” I say dryly. “And the other two?”

“Chief is pretty self-explanatory; he’s the vice president and our unofficial leader. He also has some Native American heritage and just kinda gives off Chief vibes.”