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Chapter 13: Two Becomes Three

The intensity of that Thursday evening didn't fade when the three of them collapsed together on the guest bed. If anything, it sharpened, becoming something almost painful in its clarity, like staring directly at the sun.

Daniel lay in the center, chest heaving, the aftershocks still rippling through his muscles. His cock, still semi-hard and slick with their combined release, rested heavy against his thigh. Elena curled into his left side, one long leg thrown possessively over his, her dark hair spilling across his chest like ink. Layla pressed against his right, smaller frame trembling, face buried in the crook of his neck, tears silently tracking down her cheeks and wetting his skin.

No one spoke for what felt like forever.

Then Elena lifted her head, eyes glassy, voice cracked and raw.

"I thought I could control this," she whispered. The words came out jagged, like glass breaking slowly. "I thought I could... taste her, play with the edge of it, keep it separate from us. From you." Her fingers tightened on Daniel's chest, nails digging in just enough to sting. "But I can't. I looked at her tonight, really looked, and all I could think was how much I needed her here, with us, in our bed, in our life." A shaky inhale. "I'm terrified, Daniel. I've never been this terrified. Not even the first time you were inside me."

Daniel's throat worked. He turned his head, pressed his lips to her forehead, then reached across to cup Layla's wet cheek, thumb brushing away tears.

"I heard you," he said quietly, voice gravel-rough. "Weeks ago. The first time you kissed her in the linen closet. I came down the hall for a file, and I heard the soft sound, your mouth, her little whimper, and I stopped breathing." His hand slid into Layla's hair, cradling the back of her head. "I stood there like a fucking statue, cock so hard it hurt, telling myself to walk away. I didn't. I listened until the shower cut off and you both slipped apart. And every night after that... every time I fucked you, Elena, I knew she was out there. Listening. Touching herself to your screams. To mine." His voice dropped lower, almost broken. "It made me come harder than I ever have. Knowing she wanted this, wanted me, wanted us. I hated myself for it. And I couldn't stop."

Layla made a small, shattered sound against his neck. She lifted her head, eyes red-rimmed, lashes clumped with tears.

"I thought I was going to die of it," she choked out. "Every night listening to you two... hearing how much she loves it, how deep you go, how she screams when you make her come again and again... I'd stand in the hallway with my hand between my legs and sob because it wasn't enough. Because I wanted to be the one stretched around you. The one making her scream like that. The one you both looked at like I was everything." Her voice cracked completely. "I'm so ashamed of how much I want this. I'm the maid. I'm supposed to clean your house, not... not beg to be fucked by both of you until I can't walk. But I do. I beg in my head every single day. And now that it's real, " She pressed her face back into Daniel's neck, shoulders shaking. "I'm scared you'll wake up tomorrow and realize I don't belong here. That I'm just some girl who got too greedy."

Elena made a wounded noise, half sob, half growl, and surged up, cupping Layla's face with both hands, kissing her fiercely, messily, tasting salt and desperation.

"You belong," Elena said against her lips, voice fierce and trembling at once. "You belong right here. Between us. Under us. On top of us. Wherever the fuck we want you. I've spent my whole life building walls, refugee camps, boardrooms, and bedrooms, and you tore every single one of them down without even trying. I cried when you came on my tongue today. Actual tears. Because it felt like coming home in a way nothing ever has. Not even him." She jerked her chin toward Daniel, then softened, eyes searching his. "And you... God, Daniel. Watching you sink into her, watching her take every inch of the cock that used to be

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