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They work me between them, Ridge’s dirty praise and Paul’s sweet words tangling in my ears while Nevan falls apart beneath me. The pressure builds impossibly high, every thrust and touch pushing me closer and closer.

The second Nevan’s thumb finds my clit, I come hard, clenching around both Ridge and Nevan, a long, muffled moan vibrating around Paul’s cock. The orgasm rips through me and drags out as they keep moving, chasing their pleasure.

Nevan comes first with a strangled groan, hips jerking up into me. The moment he does, he’s gone, vanished from the dream like he woke up. The only thing left of him is his cum dripping out of me.

Ridge comes, too, burying himself deep in my ass with a low curse, and I can feel him pulsing hot inside me.

Paul’s hips stutter against my mouth, his grip tightening almost painfully in my hair, and when he pulls back at the last second, stroking himself hard and fast, his whole body goes rigid.

“Len-non.” My name breaks in half on his tongue as he comes across my tits and throat in thick stripes, groaning, and for one long second, he looks at me like I’m the only real thing left in the world, before he disappears too.

This would be funny if I weren’t so blissed out.

Ridge and I collapse together in a sweaty, tangled heap on the big white bed. His hand strokes slowly down my side, then he presses a soft kiss to my shoulder.

“Was that what you wanted?” he asks quietly.

I nod, still catching my breath. “Yeah. And I can see that you’re the one who… yeah. Thank you for that.”

He pulls out of me gently, making me gasp, then lies down and pulls me onto his chest. I settle against him, listening to his heartbeat.

“You want this in waking life too?” he asks, voice careful. “Even if I…”

“Ridge.”

“Sorry.”

I kiss his chest, right over his heart. “Yes. If we manage to do what we want to do tomorrow, and come back from it.”

“Why wouldn’t we?”

I smile against his skin. “Then yes. I want that.”

“Good.” He kisses my forehead, holding me tighter. “Then it will happen.”

We practiced. We’re ready.

Tomorrow we’re going to get Tessa.

And maybe after, I can have the life of my dreams.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Lennon

There are eleven crystals on the floor of Seraphine’s living room. I’ve counted them four times, which tells you exactly how calm I am about all of this.

Jasper laid them out an hour ago in points and groupings, with a small one by each pillow where we’re supposed to put our heads. I’m lying on my back on a nest of cushions between Ridge and Nevan, staring at the ceiling, where the incense smoke is doing loops toward the light fixture. It smells like sage and something sweeter underneath, something I don’t have a word for that only ever exists in this cottage.

Mabel moves around the edges of the room with a tray, handing out tea.

“Drink all of it,” she says, pressing a cup into my hands when I sit up. “All of it, Lennon.”

“I will.”

“I mean it.”

I take a sip to prove it—mugwort, valerian, and lemon balm.