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I don’t squeeze because I want her to know I’d never hurt her. Ever. I have dedicated my life to Christine Keene. I changed the course of everything that day she wanted to poke the blue out of that bug.

I made her a promise over ice cream.

We are a team.

And later, Alec made her that same promise too.

For that alone, I love him.

I stop fucking and lean forward, my hand still on her tit squeezing hard as I bring her nipple up to my lips and suck. I look up, past her shoulder, to Alec.

And that’s when I know what I have to do.

I kiss my way up her collarbone, stop to nip the tender skin of her neck, and then… because it has to be done, because I want to do it…

I kiss Alec. Full on the mouth. Tongues twisting.

And I fuck him as I fuck her.

Only Christine’s small, soft body separates us. I lean down on her, pressing myself as close to Alec as I can get, and we make love.

To her. To each other. To the idea that the triangle is real. It’s not some elusive pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, it exists. And we found it.

“Come,” Alec commands.

And I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or Christine, but she begins to push back. Asking me to go faster with her hips.

I obey. Her, or him, or who the fuck cares who I’m obeying. I do it.

I fuck her deep. And hard. And fast.

Her body stiffens. The tell-tale sign that she’s close. And then Alec says it again. “Come.”

So we do.

She goes rigid underneath me, her head falling backward into the crook of Alec’s neck.

And I grit my teeth as the pressure inside me builds and then explodes in a rush of relief.

Alec goes completely still. I want to look at him. See the expression on his face. I want to look at Christine too. But I can’t bring myself to open my eyes.

I want to enjoy this one moment. This one tick of time that has suddenly stopped so I can feel the pleasure of what we are. So I can accept the shape of what we’ve become.

The triangle.

Then I snap out of it. Realizing Alec hasn’t had his turn yet. So I pull Christine forward, letting Alec’s cock slip out of her ass, and hold her. Wrap her up in my arms as I meet Alec’s intense, longing-filled gaze, and say, “Come.”

He does.

He shoots himself all over her back with grunts and groans of supreme satisfaction.

And that’s when the alarm begins to scream.

That’s when the bullets come crashing through the wall of glass, shattering the dream and pulling the dust-colored moonlight blanket off us in a single sweep.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT - ALEC

Danny shrouds Christine in a protective embrace and rolls them off the piano and onto the floor. This makes them no less vulnerable to the penetrating gunfire than they were on top, it just makes them vulnerable and also now on the ground.