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Chapter Twenty-Six

Cove

My life is amazing. I’m happy. I feel seen, safe, cared for, and loved.

All the things I never thought I’d get the chance to experience in my life. While what my ex did to me left scars, it didn’t break me. But it did cause me to doubt myself, especially when it came to my sexual preferences.

I think it’s safe to say the guys have shot down any of those thoughts.

It’s been a week since I finally gave in to the inevitable. I am theirs, and they are mine. There’s no doubt in my mind now.

They’ve proven over and over again that not only are my sexual desires not wrong or gross, but that they are life-changing. At least to me.

I understand why Maverick wanted to wait until I was ready to have their baby, because it’s like something inside them snapped. Any free moment we have, they’re on me. Or should I say in me.

Not that I have an issue with that, not at all.

I might have unlocked the beasts inside them, but they’ve unlocked something inside me too.

I’ve never been so damn horny in my life. It’s as if they can read my body like a book. They know all the right words to say, touch all the right places.

They make my body, mind, and soul come alive. I feel free.

Seeing their darker primal side again excites me. They did exactly what I wanted: used my body for their pleasure and did whatever they wanted.

It was the best sex of my life, something I won’t ever be forgetting.

Since then, the sex between us has been a bit more tame, but still just as amazing.

And the orgasms, my god, the orgasms. I’m in heaven.

I’m pretty sure the guys have made it a game to see who will be the one to actually get me pregnant, but I’m not mad about it. I get all the sex a girl can dream of.

Although I have a feeling that if we keep going at this rate, I’m not going to be able to sit or stand for much longer.

“Little Bunny,” a soft but gruff voice pulls me from my sleep.

I make a sound of protest, not happy about being pulled from the very good sex scene. “Let me cum first,” I grumble into the pillow.

A deep husky chuckle sends shivers down my spine.

Slowly, I lift my sleepy head and look up at Saint standing next to my bed with sleepy eyes.

“Hey there, pretty girl.” He reaches over, brushing some hair out of my face.

“Hi.” I smile, laying my head back down on the pillow.

“Sorry I didn’t let you cum,” he chuckles. “But give me a few minutes, and I’ll rectify that mistake.”

I bite my lip and laugh, rolling over onto my back. “Feel free.” I kick the blanket off me, showing him that I have nothing on.

Since I started having sex with the guys, I haven’t slept alone. They all wanted to be the one to sleep with me every night, but that wasn’t going to work, we settled on taking turns. Last night was Saint’s turn, so I’m surprised to see that he’s up already and now cuddling with me in bed.

Turns out, I’m a cuddle whore. I love having them wrapped around my body, their warmth and scents surrounding me.

Saint’s eyes fill with hunger, heightening my growing arousal.

“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re making this hard.”