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Nothing happens.

Except us.

And somehow that makes it better.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

Rhett kisses my temple.

“Yeah?”

“Again.”

Three men go still.

Then Rhett starts laughing.

Malakai groans.

Ezra closes his eyes.

“You’re going to kill us.”

I smile.

“You’re immortal.”

“Not anymore,” Rhett reminds me.

“Oh.”

I look between them.

“Then you better make it count.”

That does it.

Whatever restraint remained disappears.

The next stretch of time becomes impossible to separate into individual moments.

Ezra’s mouth.

Malakai’s hands.

Rhett’s laugh turning into a groan.

My wrists finally coming free of the poker only for Rhett to catch one and Malakai the other.

Ezra kissing Rhett while I’m between them.

Malakai stretched beneath me while Rhett leans over my back to kiss him.

Hands everywhere.

Mouths everywhere.

Nobody waiting their turn.