Ava's POV
I woke up on Marcus’s huge bed with Damien’s arm still heavy across my chest and Lucas’s hand resting on my hip like he was scared I’d disappear if he let go. My body was a mess of bruises and sticky c*m, but I didn’t care. I felt wanted. I felt seen. The bullet on my pillow was still sitting there like a bad dream I couldn’t shake, but right now it felt far away. I turned my head and kissed Lucas’s shoulder first, then Damien’s.
“Morning,” I whispered. “You two okay?”
Damien cracked one eye open and grinned. “We’re better than okay. You were loud last night, baby. Marcus said you came so hard you made the bed shake.”
Marcus woke up next and pulled me closer, his voice low and warm. “She did. And you took it like you were born for it. Good girl.”
Lucas just smiled and kisse
