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When I take her hand, she stands up readily, every obedient and eager.

“I’d love a kiss,” she says, going up on her tiptoes to reach my height.

Our lips brush gently, then she sighs and opens for me eagerly. My tongue sweeps over hers as I grip her waist in that silky little nothing of a dress. Pressing her pussy against my hard cock, I take her mouth thoroughly until we’re both panting and grinding into each other.

Then I pull back and run my eyes over her. “God, you’re gorgeous. Now go give Dash some love, Lollipop.” I pull her around the table and then give her a firm swat on her tight little ass.

“Of course,” she breathes, and she drops down onto Dash’s lap.

He kisses her thoroughly, palming her ass.

I drop back into my seat as they break apart. Abby settles up against Dash, leaning her head against his shoulder to gaze out the window.

“I really love autumn,” Abby says, sighing in pleasure. “Look how amazing the view is. So pretty.”

“All three of your men only have eyes for you,” Benjamin tells her.

It’s true.

CHAPTER 22

ABBY

“Mom, this isn’t something to cry about,” Benjamin says, with a smile.

His mom smiles from the phone screen he’s holding up and wipes a finger under one eye. “Oh hush,” Angie Meyer says. “It is if the tears are happy. Which these are. This means you and Kane will always be together. And I love that you’re both obviously so happy. I can’t even tell you how thrilled I am that all three of you boys are in love and get to be together like this.”

I am sitting on the couch with Benjamin as he video-calls his mom. My feet are in his lap, my back against one of the armrests, Linda lying sprawled across both of us.

If contentment had a photo next to it in the dictionary, this would be it.

Or one of the photos anyway.

Me cuddled up with my guys on the couch in front of the fire, watching TV would also work.

Or me napping with Linda stretched out next to me.

Or me sitting in Dash’s lap at the breakfast table.

Or me flirting with Benjamin in his office at the hockey arena.

Or me being spun around in Kane’s arms in the middle of the living room.

Or us all sitting around the fire pit laughing.

I sigh with happiness. Okay, maybe just a photo of me right now would work for the epitome of the word contentment.

I’ve never felt this happy and at peace in my life. The last three weeks with these men have been better than anything I ever could have imagined.

And we’re just getting started.

“Abby, it’s just so nice to meet you. I wish I could hug you right now,” Angie says.

I’m not surprised that Benjamin and Kane's mom is warm, sweet, and friendly.

Their dad, Tom, was also very nice when we spoke for a few minutes when Benjamin introduced me.

“You too,” I tell her. “I look forward to meeting you in person.”