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“Grind it in there when you come. I’ll help you pin her down and push it in so deep we’re sure it will take.”

“Fuck,” I scream. I shatter hard, pussy pulsing around Julian.

With one last brutal push, Julian buries himself as deep as he can go. He grunts when he comes inside me. Every pulse and twitch rubs against my sensitive walls.

“Take it all,” he breathes against my ear, voice soft and possessive. “Every single drop. Let me give you this.”

“Hold her there,” Elliot growls. “Don’t move. Let it all settle right where it belongs.”

Elliot slips his hand out from between us and twists my head so that he can kiss me. I sigh into his mouth. Our tongues tangle as Julian keeps twitching inside me. He breaks our kiss and gives me a quick peck on the mouth and then rolls over to give Julian space.

Julian bends over me.

“Wrap your hands around my neck babydoll,” he says, sliding one hand behind my back. I do as he says, and he pulls me up and turns us so that he’s lying beneath me.

“You okay, Ettie?” Julian’s voice is hushed and soothing against my hair.

I nod against his chest, still trembling faintly from the aftershocks. My skin is slick with sweat and them, and I’m so spent I can barely keep my eyes open.

Julian drags me to the top of the bed, staying buried in me. I slide my arm around his waist and take a deep breath.

Elliot climbs in behind me and pushes against me. His bare chest rests flush against my back. He curls his arm tight around my waist. Sliding between me and Julian but not enough to make Julian pull out. Elliot’s hand rests low on my belly, palm warm and possessive right over where Julian is now nestled deep inside me. He nuzzles into my hair and presses a surprisingly soft kiss on my neck.

“That’s it… feel me plugging you, babydoll? Gonna stay right here, keeping all our cum inside this pretty pussy. Want you so full of us you wake up tomorrow already starting to grow our baby.”

I tense a little, the words cutting through the heavy, sated haze.

“Guys… wait, I don’t… we can’t just—” My protest is soft, half-formed, my voice cracking with exhaustion. I’m too tired to even try to pull away.

“We love you, Lee. So fucking much. Both of us. And we want you with a swollen belly and glowing because we couldn’t stop filling you.”

I swallow, reluctance still flickering somewhere far away, but my limbs are boneless, and their bodies are so warm and sure around me that the argument melts before it can form. I manage a tiny, tired huff instead.

“You two are still crazy… but I’m too worn out to fight you right now.”

Julian chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and straight into my back.

“Good. Just rest, babydoll. I’ll get you up soon to shower. I won’t let you get a UTI.”

“Thanks, doc,” I tease.

Elliot presses another kiss to the back of my head.

I let out a content sigh. For now, I let it go.

I close my eyes and drift between them, safe and claimed and utterly consumed.

Tomorrow can wait.

CHAPTER 21

Elliot

I keep my breathing slow and even, eyes closed, as Lee shimmies out from under the covers. The mattress dips and shifts with her movement, cool air sliding across the warm patch of sheet where her body had been tucked against mine. She moves carefully, like she’s trying not to wake us, but I catch every rustle of fabric, every quiet breath. She’s overwhelmed, and she likes to have time to process. She’s sweeter, if only a tiny bit. It makes me think she’s giving up.

I know her better than she knows herself. If it comes down to her or me, she’ll make damn sure it’s her that takes the fall.

I’ve known exactly what I’ve been doing since I decided hers is the side I will die on. But now I’m at an impasse. Whether to get her to turn herself in, run, or kill everyone at the bureau so no one is left to testify.