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I had expected Donny Scott to take drastic action, but to my surprise, he wasn’t pushing for anything extreme. I should be relieved, but the reality of moving across the country was daunting. It was a huge change for me—I’d be leaving everything behind.

“I’m not going.” I tightened my hold on Falcon, lowering him carefully when he tensed. “I’m staying here. Whatever happens, I’m not leaving. Any of you.” I locked eyes with them, standing firm despite everything that urged me to back down. “What I did was wrong. I shouldn’t have published the story without letting you see it first. I’ll take it down.” I moved towards the computer, reaching for it.

Dave set it aside with a calm smile. “You don’t need to take it down.” He nudged Evan  with his elbow, glancing at him. “Right?”

Both Dave and Cole nodded, their expressions softening. “There’s nothing too serious in your article. It’s actually a good piece.”

The silence from Evan  worried me. He was the one I was most afraid of. My heart thudded, my breath caught. The tension between us was thick. It felt like I couldn’t breathe.

“Everything’s been moving too fast,” I murmured, rubbing my forehead. “I didn’t really think it through… not that it’s an excuse.” I paused, holding up my hand to stop them from speaking. “But I know for sure, I don’t want to go to another college, especially one across the country. I’m not leaving here.” My resolve was firm—I wasn’t about to let this distance tear us apart. My children deserved to be with their fathers.

The ticking of the grandfather clock seemed to echo louder with every second.

Evan  leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together. His eyes were intense. “We’ll fight for you, Becca . We’ll fight for us.”

I didn’t feel like I deserved another chance, but I was going to take it. I dropped to my knees in front of Evan , holding his forearms. “I can fight too. I’ll show you I never meant any harm.” I reached for Dave. “I didn’t want to hurt any of you.” The story I’d written, focusing on Evan ’s character, had poured out of me because it felt right. But trying to explain it now didn’t change the fact that I had hurt them.

“You wrote some pretty… bold things in that piece,” Cole said, his finger tapping lightly on the laptop screen in Dave’s lap. “The kind of stuff I’ve been imagining ever since you first walked into my class.”

Evan ’s lips twitched like he was holding back a smile. “You really want us all in your life like that?”

The shock of his words hit me, and a smile tugged at my lips in spite of myself. “You think you can handle it?”

“We can handle it.” Evan  shot a quick glance at Dave, then at Cole. “But a little… warming up might be needed first.”

Dave leaned back and set the computer down beside him. “Evan  mentioned tying you up. I’d like to see that.”

I couldn’t help but smile. It was a new kind of language for me, but somehow, I understood it perfectly when it came to Evan . “I always thought I was the old-fashioned type,” I said, gesturing toward the antique typewriters on the shelves. “But maybe… I’m more into this than I thought.” My hands pressed gently against Evan ’s knees, pushing them apart. His hands found my hair as I lowered myself, the promise of something more hanging in the air. “Tie me up if you want. Push my limits. I’m ready for whatever comes next.”

“You should not have said that to me,” Evan  growled, the sound thick with desire. His voice sent a shiver down my spine. “I’m not into all that extreme stuff, but… I will take charge, Becca .”

I unfastened his pants, the tension rising. I didn’t need to say anything else. The anticipation of what was to come was enough. His words and actions were all I needed to know that things were changing, and I was ready for whatever came next.

Dave stood up. “The bedroom. We need more space, and I want to touch you too.”

I didn’t let go of Evan . The pull between us was magnetic, and I walked with him as Dave led the way. Everything else—the bills, the living arrangements, all that would come later. Right now, I was focused on what we were about to share.

In the bedroom, Cole started moving things around, clearing space on the bed.

Evan  looked at me with a glint in his eyes, his tone low and teasing. “Where’s the… other things you’ve been hiding?”

I knew what he meant. The box under the bed. “It’s all there. Along with a few surprises.” I smiled, kissing him softly.

As the intensity between us continued to grow, I felt every muscle in my body tighten, every moment building to something bigger. This was what I wanted—what we all wanted. And there was no turning back now.

Becca  felt the tension rise as Evan , Cole, and Dave prepared to take control. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but the way they communicated made her pulse quicken. The desire in the room was palpable, and every touch, every word, sent waves of anticipation through her.

Evan  took the lead, his hands moving with precision, getting the ropes ready. He didn’t need to say much—his eyes told her everything she needed to know. His voice was commanding as he asked her to kneel and position herself, and the others followed suit, helping her into place.

Cole was the first to touch her, his hands moving over her body gently, savoring the moment. The way he kissed her, tender and slow, contrasted with the intensity of the situation. Every caress from them felt like it had a deeper meaning, pulling her into the whirlwind of emotions she had never fully understood until now.

Dave’s presence added to the intensity. He was close, but his actions remained controlled, watching the others with a sense of quiet determination. When he spoke, it was with purpose, guiding her through what was coming next, and his touch was firm, asserting his place in the moment.

Despite the uncertainty in her own mind, Becca  felt herself drawn deeper into the experience. The pull between them was undeniable, but it wasn’t just physical—it was emotional too. Each of them seemed to be in sync, pushing her to the edge of her comfort zone while showing care in every gesture.

The excitement was building, but there was also an underlying connection, a shared understanding between all of them. As the scene unfolded, Becca  realized she was no longer just part of their world; she was a part of this moment, this shared experience, and the boundaries that once existed seemed to blur.

The room grew even more charged as they each found their place. It wasn’t about the physical actions alone—it was the way they moved, the way they spoke, the way they looked at her that made everything feel like it was reaching a peak. It was about them working together, ensuring that she felt wanted, cared for, and safe within the chaos of it all.

As they continued, the mix of emotions swirled around her—desire, vulnerability, trust, and anticipation. And in that moment, despite the uncertainty of where things would go, she felt closer to them than ever before.