You're Next (Devil's Backbone, #3)

by Tate James

“I regret everything. I don’t know how to say how sorry I am or how badly I wish I’d made different choices. I didn’t just break your heart, Duckling. I destroyed mine.”

Heath: Every moment with you feels like a beautiful dream I never want to wake up from. You're the love I never knew I needed, and now I can't imagine my life without you. Thank you for coming back to us.

Oh fuck, possessive Royce was back and I was here for it.

“Never. Leave. Me. Again,” he growled with hard thrusts, right as he must have felt me start to come. “Never again, Squirrel. Promise me!”

Part of me wanted to grill Royce and ask why he was so supportive of bringing Nate into our dynamic, but I already knew the answer. It was the same reason that Nate thought he couldn’t be a part of our relationship. Love. Royce loved both of us and didn’t question for even a second that this was how it was always meant to be. Nate loved his friend so hard that he didn’t want to fuck up what was clearly the real deal for us.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered against Nate’s lips as pain danced with pleasure and my whole body trembled. My pussy was still clenching and throbbing with the residue of my climax, and here Royce was stuffing me fuller than⁠— “I’m so tempted to throw in one of those cheesy lines about how I’m Royce, not God,” Royce murmured with an edge of amusement as he thrust deeper. “But that might actually be Nate’s breaking point.”

None of that half-assed, one-out-one-in crap I’d seen in porn. Nope, it was both out, both in, and I wasn’t totally sure whether I was going to come or break in half, but I was happily along for the ride.

“I do love you, Royce. Enough to jump out of a plane just to see you sparkle.” He seemed almost shocked that I’d finally said it, so I just smiled and settled my head back on his chest with a yawn. “Good night.”

Holy fuck. Some people said I love you, but Nate gave me a sledgehammer and asked me to demolish his mom’s home. Same thing.