LOGINSableWe didn’t talk for long after I finished listing everything.The air in the room had changed. It was heavier now, thicker with want. Jarek’s hand was still resting on my throat, and Marcus’s fingers were tracing slow, teasing patterns on the inside of my thigh. Neither of them rushed me. They just waited, letting the weight of what I’d asked for settle between us.Eventually Jarek spoke, voice low and rough.“We’re starting with one of them.”I swallowed. “Which one?”His mouth curved into that dangerous little smile I was starting to crave.“The one where you don’t get to see or touch us back.”My stomach flipped.Marcus sat up and looked at Jarek. Something passed between them without a word. Then Jarek slid out of bed, completely naked, and walked over to the dresser on the far wall. He opened the top drawer, reached inside, and pulled out several long strips of deep red silk.My breath caught.He turned, tossed two of them to Marcus, and kept two for himself.I stared. “You
SableThe second the words left my mouth, my face went hot.“Oh, I definitely have ideas.”I’d said it with confidence thirty seconds ago. Now that both of them were staring at me like that, the confidence had shriveled up and died. I suddenly found the comforter very interesting and started tracing one of the stitches with my finger.Jarek didn’t let me hide for long. His hand slid under my chin and gently forced my gaze back up to his.“Baby girl,” he said, voice low and patient. “You don’t get to drop that and then go quiet. Talk.”Marcus shifted closer on my other side, his hand resting warm and heavy on my thigh. “We’re not gonna bite.” His thumb stroked slow circles against my skin. “Well… not unless you ask us to.”I swallowed. My stomach was doing nervous little flips.“It’s embarrassing,” I muttered.Jarek’s thumb brushed across my bottom lip. “That’s kind of the point. We want to know what embarrasses you. What makes you wet just thinking about saying it out loud.”Marcus le
SableI hadn’t expected to feel this good.Not after everything that had happened. Not after the fear, the exhaustion, the endless parade of emotions that had dragged me through the last several days and left me feeling like someone had scraped me hollow from the inside out.Yet somehow, sitting in the middle of Jarek’s bed with a plate balanced on my lap and sunlight creeping through the curtains, I felt lighter than I had in a very long time.The realization caught me off guard.It wasn’t that the memories were gone.They weren’t.I knew they would still be there tomorrow. Next week. Next month. Healing wasn’t some magical finish line you crossed once and never thought about again.But for the first time since Luke’s men grabbed me outside that gate, those memories weren’t the loudest thing in my head.That felt important.The toast in my h
JarekSable rested her head back against Marcus’s shoulder and traced her thumb absently over my knuckles. “Can we just stay in bed all day and explore different things?”Marcus’s grin turned wicked instantly. “Ohhh, you know I’m down. I am the kinky fun one, you know.”I looked at him like he had lost his damn mind. “The fun one?”“Obviously.”Sable pointed at him without an ounce of hesitation.
JarekThe second Sable asked if we could stay in bed all day, I decided the clubhouse could burn for all I cared.Not literally. Probably. But after the night she’d survived, after the truth she’d forced herself to say out loud, after watching her crawl back into herself one stubborn piece at a time and then choose us with both hands, there wasn’t a damn thing downstairs important enough to drag me out of this bed. If my girl wanted the world to stop for one day, then I would hold it still myself.She was curled between Marcus and me with her cheek resting against h
MarcusFor a long time after everything settled, none of us moved.Morning light spilled gradually across the room, turning the edges of the blankets gold while the three of us remained tangled together in the aftermath of something far bigger than sex.Sable lay between us with her eyes closed, one hand resting against my chest and the other still tangled with Jarek’s.The tension that had been living inside her since the rescue hadn’t disappeared completely—I wasn’t naive enough to believe one morning could erase a nightmare—but it had loosened.The constant tightness in her shoulders had eased. Her breathing was deeper. Steadier. That alone felt like a victory.The details she’d shared earlier still echoed through my head. Hearing everything from start to finish had been worse than imagining it. Not because I learned anything that changed how I felt about







