God, it feels so good. So pervy to be crossing swords in his fist. It’s thrilling and it’s scary as fuck.

“Tell me you love me, and you can come all over my cock.”

I squeeze my eyes closed. “I can’t. It’s just sex. Just bodies. Not love.”

“Open your eyes and look at me.” Like always, when Fletch offers an order in bed, I can’t resist doing whatever he says. My eyes pop open.

“It’s not just bodies. It’s not just sex.”

I nod. I know it. That’s why it’s freaking me out so much.

“I love you, Shane. You’re mine. Do you understand that? You’re mine now. Come on my cock.”

Something breaks inside me, shattering everything I thought I knew and leaving me with one thought: Fletch can put me back together if I let him.

“Come on my cock, Shane.”

“Wait.” I take a few shallow, raspy breaths. The pleasure is so good it’s almost pain. The hot ache is all I want to concentrate on, but there’s something else nagging at me. Something I can’t let go just yet. “Wait.”

He pauses his stroking. “What is it, baby?”

Oh fuck, he just called me baby.

“I fucking love you,” I say. And I mean it. My whole life feels like I’ve been working up to this moment. My heart beats so hard the cage bars around it burst open, and I let myself fall into his gaze.

Maybe I’ve always loved him. Maybe I just fell in increments. Maybe Velma was what we needed to make it all fit.

His tongue is back in my mouth and he rubs us together again until I start shooting jets of white, sticky cum all over both our cocks and his hand.

He grunts and adds his sticky mess to the mix, and I can barely hear anything but the beating of my heart and the rush of air I’m trying to drag into my lungs.

And then I realize barely hearing and not hearing are two different things. It sounds like it’s farther away than it is, but I definitely can hear the sound of Penelope’s voice.

“I can’t decide if this is actually cheating or just way hot.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

“Pen...”

“No, it’s okay. I mean, it’s unexpected, but okay. And hot. But a little worrisome. But mostly hot. I mean, if we’re really a polyamorous triad, I don’t think it’s technically cheating as long as it’s one of us, but I’m still awkward enough to wonder if you guys are going to decide you don’t need me.”

I yank up my pants and pick her up easily, placing her on the counter while I stand between her legs. “I need to tell you something.”

“Are we already breaking up?”

“Are you going to listen?”