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“You’d taste better with cum in your mouth,” he jokes, but judging by the look in his gaze, he isn’t really kidding.

I open my mouth to say something, but Ansel bites down harder on my throat, driving me into another whimpering wave of my orgasm.

It’s minutes before the two of them let us stop. Ronan teases Adrien, pulls his hair, and kisses him with the sucker between them. Ansel makes me watch, teeth more often than not in my throat, and it isn’t until he forces me to come on Adrien’s cock again that he lets me sag against him.

Kindly, Ansel helps me to my feet, while Ronan helps Adrien clean up in the noisiest, most obtrusive way possible.

“Can you two get a room?” I complain when Ansel drags me down into one of the other camp chairs with my legs over his lap. I don’t try to pull away. I snuggle up to his chest, basking in the heat of the fire like a lazy, spoiled cat.

Ansel chuckles and rests his chin on my head, one arm wrapped around me, while Ronan slides into Adrien’s lap to tuck him back in and kiss him again.

Hot, I can’t help thinking to myself. But then, they’re always really fucking hot together. All three of them are.

“So why are we here again?” Adrien asks at last, once Ronan has moved to lean back against him and Adrien can thread his fingers through his hair. “This looks like just some creepy clearing in the woods.”

“It’s the creepy clearing in the woods,” Ansel corrects. “For all the poor kids to come party at.”

Adrien makes a face, and I snicker. “Oh, I bet you grew up very different to us.” I’m not making fun of him. While I still have no idea what led him to become this, specifically, I do hope he had a good childhood. Even if I can’t say I’m sorry about what fucked him up so bad.

I sort of like it, after all.

“But you aren’t worried someone else will come here?” Adrien reaches into the plastic orange pumpkin bucket at his side, where we’d managed to score the last bit of Halloween candy from the house on Farmer Road. He brings a piece to his mouth before doing the same for Ronan, feeding him in a way that feels affectionate, rather than outright sexual.

Once again, I think to myself that no matter what Adrien says, he does like the two of them more than he’s willing to let on.

“Nah,” I shrug. “Right after they left, there was a really big party here that got busted. It became a big deal when one of the cops shot a kid. After that, it was a crime scene for awhile, then it just never got popular again. But…” I gaze up through the trees as the fire flickers between us, and I watch the stars from Ansel’s arms. “But it was always our place. So I never abandoned it.”

Probably because it reminds me of them, and I could never bring myself to abandon my boys.

I feel perfect here, like I belong with the three of them. But I do, if I’m being honest with myself. I’ve always known that I belong with them. That wherever they are is home.

I’ve just been too proud to admit it for the last decade.

“Hypothetically.” God I feel awkward asking this. “If I maybe wanted to–”

“Fuck, please say you’re coming back with us.” Ronan cuts me off impatiently, and at a tug of his hair from Adrien, gives me a sweet grin from across the flames. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to cut you off or assume. But please tell me that’s what you were going to say.”

I open my mouth with a quip on my tongue, ready to make some half-scathing quip to turn this into a big joke. But then my heart twists in my chest, and it feels like my ribs are sliding apart, taking away some of the shield around my vulnerability and what I really want.

“Would you want that?” I glance up at Ansel, only to find him staring at me incredulously.

“We want that,” he assures me. His arms pull me in more tightly, and he buries his face against my hair. “Ronan wanted to ask already,” he tells me in a small voice. “But I said we should wait. Didn’t want to seem needy.”

“Too late.” I kiss him on the cheek, my arms going up and around him before I look at the other two men across the campfire. “I’m already taking the needy role tonight. What do you think? Will you welcome me to your side of the country?” I ask Adrien.

His grin is lazy and slow, his eyes dance. “Hell yeah,” he tells me. “Bad jokes, murderous tendencies, and you don’t really have much of a conscience? I bet I could have you taking contracts with me in no time.”

I blink over at him, stunned. “Wait, what?” I ask, feeling stupid.

The three men trade looks, and Ronan looks away, guilty.

“You didn’t tell her,” Adrien states, his grin growing wider. “Oh you didn’t tell her, did you?”

“Tell me what?” I demand, sitting up in Ansel’s arms, which only makes him groan.

“It’s not a big deal,” Ansel mumbles against my hair. “He’s just–”

“I’m a contract killer, Sable,” Adrien tells me with way too much delight in his voice. “I kill people for a living. And your boys? They’ve been known to help me out once in awhile.”

“Huh.” I look at them. Ansel. Adrien. Ronan. My sweet, delicate Ronan who is too pure for this world. “Yeah, okay then. Who am I to judge?”

Ansel stirs, seeming suspicious and surprised. “Yeah?” he ventures, trading a look with Ronan. “You aren’t freaking out about it?”

“No. Not at all. I mean, after this Halloween? What’s there to freak out about? But more importantly…” I sit up in Ansel’s lap and turn to face Adrien across the fire. “You say I can take contracts with you? Then let’s discuss benefits. Any chance of a 401K?”