Chapter 53

• Ryder’s hand travelled higher up my thigh, his palm hot against my skin as he leaned over me, his chest brushing mine. "I've been thinking about this since breakfast," he admitted, his voice rough. "Watching you chase them around the kitchen, covered in flour and smiling—it was beautiful. But I wanted you alone."
• Dante’s lips moved to my ear, his tongue tracing the shell of it before he bit down softly. "We both did."
• He shifted his weight, his knee sliding between my legs as he pressed himself against me. The dual pressure of both men—Dante above me, Ryder beside me—was overwhelming in the best way possible. I felt surrounded, claimed, and utterly cherished.