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Two Months Later

Life at the Vegas Crime Lab was beginning to feel more settled again. Warrick’s absence was still felt, but the team was adapting. Ray Langston, the newest addition to the group, had quickly proven himself as a competent and thoughtful CSI. He was still finding his footing but had earned the respect of his colleagues, including Nick and Clair.

Nick and Clair, meanwhile, had been quietly navigating their relationship. After months of playful flirtation, their bond had grown into something more serious. But outside of stolen glances and the occasional subtle touch, they were careful to keep their relationship private, not wanting it to interfere with work.

Ray’s Confession

Ray and Nick stood side by side in the break room, each nursing a cup of coffee. The hum of the vending machine filled the silence as Ray hesitated before speaking.

“So, uh... Nick,” Ray began, glancing at him. “What’s the deal with Clair? She seeing anyone?”

Nick nearly choked on his coffee, managing to cover it with a cough. “Clair? Uh, why do you ask?”

Ray shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I was just thinking about asking her out. She’s smart, funny, beautiful... seems like the whole package, you know?”

Nick’s face froze for a moment before he forced a neutral smile. “Yeah, she is,” he said slowly, carefully. “But, uh, you might want to talk to her about that.”

Ray raised an eyebrow, sensing something unspoken but deciding not to push.

Nick and Clair’s Conversation

That evening, Nick found Clair in the locker room, packing up her bag for the day.

“Hey,” he said, leaning against the doorframe.

She looked up and smiled. “Hey, you.”

Nick walked closer, lowering his voice. “So, uh, Ray’s thinking about asking you out.”

Clair blinked, surprised. “Really? What did you say?”

“I told him to talk to you.” Nick paused, studying her reaction. “But it got me thinking... How would you feel about that?”

Clair leaned against the locker, considering. “You know I’ve always been open to exploring things,” she said carefully. “But I’d want to make sure you’re okay with it.”

Nick nodded. “I am. I mean, I’d want to talk about boundaries and make sure it’s something we’re both comfortable with. But if you’re interested in Ray, I wouldn’t want to hold you back.”

She stepped closer, her voice soft. “And you? How would you feel about the three of us spending time together?”

Nick’s lips curved into a small smile. “I think I’d like that.”

Clair and Ray’s First Date

A few days later, Clair and Ray went out for coffee after their shift. Ray was charming and attentive, and Clair found herself enjoying his company more than she expected.

Halfway through their conversation, Clair decided it was time to address the elephant in the room.

“Ray,” she began, setting down her cup. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Ray leaned forward, his expression curious.

“Nick and I are in a relationship,” she said simply.

Ray blinked, startled. “Oh... I didn’t realize. I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to—”

Clair held up a hand, smiling gently. “It’s okay. Nick and I talked about this. We’re... open to exploring other connections. But I wanted to be upfront with you about it before things went any further.”

Ray studied her for a moment, then nodded slowly. “So... you’re saying this is something he’s okay with? Something you both want?”

She nodded. “Exactly. But if it’s not something you’re comfortable with, I understand.”

Ray sat back, considering. After a moment, he smiled. “You know what? I think I’d like to see where this goes.”

The Trio’s First Date

A week later, the three of them decided to go out together—a mix of curiosity and mutual affection driving them to see how things felt as a group. They started at a trendy downtown bar, where the drinks flowed freely and the laughter came easily.

Nick and Ray quickly bonded over shared interests, and Clair found herself enjoying the playful banter between the two men.

By the time they left the bar, the three of them were giddy and warm with alcohol, the night taking on a dreamlike quality.

A Spicy Night

Back at Nick’s apartment, the atmosphere shifted. What had started as lighthearted fun became charged with unspoken tension. Nick, Clair, and Ray exchanged uncertain glances before Clair broke the silence with a soft laugh.

“Well,” she said, her cheeks flushed, “this is new.”

Nick grinned, stepping closer to her. “Yeah, but I think I like it.”

Ray, watching them both, hesitated before nodding. “Same here.”

What followed was an evening of exploration and connection, each of them discovering new depths to their relationships. It was uncharted territory, but for the first time in a long while, they all felt alive, free, and truly understood.

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Back to Reality

The flight home was quiet. Not because they weren’t talking, but because the weight of leaving paradise pressed down on all three of them. Clair sat in the middle seat, her fingers interlaced with Ray’s on one side and Nick’s on the other. They both held on to her, almost as if they could sense that part of her heart was still at the beach.

“Soon,” Nick murmured, kissing the top of her head. “We’ll go back.”

Ray squeezed her hand. “Maybe next time, we’ll stay longer.”

Clair smiled softly, but there was a heaviness in her chest. Something about this trip felt… final. Like they were stepping into something new, something that would change everything.

She just didn’t know what yet.

Back to the Crime Lab

Las Vegas greeted them with the usual chaos—flashing lights, sirens wailing in the distance, and the dry desert heat. Their first day back was like being thrown into ice water. The moment they stepped into the crime lab, the weight of their jobs settled over them.

“Welcome back, lovebirds,” Greg teased, flashing a grin. “How was the trip?”

Clair smirked. “Relaxing. We actually slept for once.”

Greg waggled his eyebrows. “Just slept?”

Ray clapped a hand on Greg’s shoulder. “Go process your samples, Sanders.”

The lightheartedness only lasted a few hours before everything shifted.

A new case had just come in.

The Dick & Jane Killer.

Ray’s face hardened as soon as he heard the name. Clair’s stomach twisted.

Nick exhaled sharply. “Didn’t think we’d be dealing with this bastard again.”

The serial killer, Nate Haskell, was locked up. But someone was imitating him. The crime scene was nearly identical to his original killings—a man and woman, posed in a macabre tableau of twisted love.

Clair swallowed hard as she studied the evidence. The nausea she’d been feeling all morning worsened.

It had started on the flight back—fatigue, queasiness, and an odd sensitivity to smells. Now, standing over the crime scene photos, she felt lightheaded.

Nick’s eyes flicked to her. “You okay?”

She nodded quickly. “Yeah. Just… the jet lag.”

Ray studied her, unconvinced, but let it slide.

A Feeling She Couldn’t Shake

By the end of the week, the symptoms hadn’t gone away.

If anything, they’d gotten worse.

She felt bloated, nauseous in the mornings, and had a weird aversion to the smell of coffee—which was almost offensive in a crime lab full of caffeine-addicted investigators.

There was a thought in the back of her mind, but she didn’t want to entertain it. Not yet.

They hadn’t talked about kids.

Not once.

And what if… what if they weren’t ready?

What if she wasn’t ready?

She kept pushing it down, forcing herself to focus on work. But one evening, she got off earlier than Nick and Ray and decided to go home alone.

That was her mistake.

A Nightmare in Their Own Home

Clair had barely walked through the front door when she knew something was wrong.

The air felt off, like the house wasn’t truly empty. The back of her neck prickled as she set down her keys, her heartbeat speeding up.

Then she saw it.

A shadow.

Before she could react, a hand clamped over her mouth, shoving her forward. She struggled, kicking and thrashing, but the man was strong.

“Shouldn’t come home alone, sweetheart,” he hissed, slamming her into the wall.

Pain exploded through her ribs.

She fought back, elbowing him, but he grabbed her wrist and twisted. Stars burst behind her eyes. She was not going down without a fight. She kicked hard, sending them both crashing into the coffee table.

The guy cursed, scrambling to his feet. Clair barely got her hands up in time before his fist connected with her jaw. She hit the floor hard, her vision swimming.

She heard him rustling through drawers—looking for something—before the sound of sirens in the distance made him freeze.

Then, just like that, he was gone.

Clair lay there, pain radiating through her body, her head pounding. The moment she tried to sit up, she gagged, her stomach churning.

The adrenaline wore off quickly, and that’s when the fear set in.

She had been alone.

If he had stayed longer…

If he had a weapon…

Her hands trembled as she reached for her phone, barely able to dial.

Nick answered on the first ring.

“Clair?”

Her voice came out broken. “I—someone was here.”

Silence. Then the sound of movement, chairs scraping, footsteps rushing.

“We’re on our way,” Ray’s voice cut in. “Stay on the phone with us.”

Her vision blurred as tears welled in her eyes.

She had never been more scared in her life.

But she had also never been more certain of one thing.

She couldn’t keep ignoring the possibility.

She might be pregnant.

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Stormy Nights & Slow Dances

Back at the beach house, the rain had slowed to a gentle drizzle, and the storm clouds were breaking apart, allowing streaks of golden sunlight to push through. The waves crashed onto the shore in rhythmic pulses, the sound both powerful and soothing.

Inside, the three of you curled up on the oversized couch, a thick blanket draped over your legs. The soft glow of candles flickered across the room, mixing with the warm light from the fireplace. A slow, jazzy tune played in the background, the kind of music that made you want to sway without even thinking about it.

Ray had you tucked against his chest, one arm wrapped protectively around you while his fingers traced lazy circles on your arm. Nick was on your other side, one leg stretched out, his hand resting on your thigh, rubbing small, absentminded strokes. The storm had given the world an eerie, calm feeling, like time had slowed just for the three of you.

After a moment, Ray shifted and murmured into your ear, “Dance with me.”

You tilted your head back to look at him. “Right now?”

He smiled softly. “Right now.”

Nick smirked but leaned back, watching as Ray helped you up. The second your feet hit the cool floor, he pulled you in, his hands finding your waist, pressing you close.

The music played low and steady, and Ray swayed with you, his warmth enveloping you as you moved together. His lips brushed your temple, then your jaw, his breath tickling your skin.

“I could do this forever,” he whispered.

You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder, letting yourself sink into the moment.

Nick cleared his throat. “Alright, my turn.”

Ray chuckled but released you, stepping aside as Nick took his place, instantly pulling you into him. His hands gripped your hips, his touch a little firmer, his movements a little slower, more deliberate. His lips found your neck, trailing soft, teasing kisses up to your ear.

“I think I like dancing,” he murmured.

You laughed, fingers threading through his hair as the moment deepened, the air between you thick with unspoken words. You could feel Ray behind you, his gaze heavy, watching as Nick’s hands roamed lower, pulling you impossibly closer.

The slow dancing melted into something else—something hotter, more desperate. Lips met, hands wandered, breaths grew heavier. Before you knew it, Ray had pressed up against your back, Nick in front, both of them making you feel everything at once.

Just as things were getting really heated, a shrill noise cut through the air—your phones blaring all at once.

Tornado Warning. Seek Shelter Immediately.

“Shit,” Nick muttered, already reaching for his jeans.

Ray pulled away reluctantly, running a hand through his hair as he grabbed his phone. “It’s probably nothing, but we should get dressed just in case.”

You groaned, still breathless, as you tugged your oversized T-shirt back on. “Of course this happens now.”

Nick chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “Rain check?”

You smirked. “You better believe it.”

After quickly dressing, the three of you sat near the large windows, watching the sky shift and swirl. The wind howled, palm trees bending, but after about twenty minutes, the warning lifted.

Ray let out a long breath. “Well… that was anticlimactic.”

Nick leaned back, stretching. “Could’ve been worse. At least we didn’t have to huddle in a bathtub.”

You laughed. “Yeah, because that would’ve been awkward.”

Nick shot you a playful look. “I don’t think we do anything awkward.”

Ray smirked. “He’s got a point.”

With the storm now fully passed, the three of you debated what to do with the rest of the afternoon. Eventually, you all agreed on something lighthearted—a visit to the local boardwalk, complete with arcade games, funnel cake, and a few friendly competitions.

And, of course, another shot at finishing what the tornado warning interrupted later that night.

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Stormy Skies & Waffle House Vibes

The drive to Waffle House was quiet, save for the occasional hum of the radio and the soft whoosh of the wind picking up outside. Dark storm clouds loomed overhead, thick and heavy, making the mid-morning feel almost like dusk. The air smelled like rain, that electric scent before the sky finally cracked open.

Nick drove with one hand on the wheel, his other arm resting casually on the console. Ray sat in the passenger seat, scrolling through his phone, while you sat in the back, gazing out the window, watching the sky shift and swirl.

“You sure we should be out?” Ray finally asked, glancing up. “Looks like it could pour any second.”

You grinned. “Even better. Waffle House during a storm? Peak experience.”

Nick chuckled. “She’s really hyping this up, huh?”

You smirked. “I only hype the important things.”

By the time you pulled into the parking lot, the wind had picked up, rattling the old neon sign as it flickered slightly. Inside, the place was exactly as it should be—chaotic, loud, and perfect.

The cook was flipping eggs with one hand and slapping a raw steak onto the griddle with the other, all while singing—terribly—along with the jukebox. A couple of truckers sat at the counter, drinking coffee so black it could fuel a car, and a group of teenagers were crammed into a booth, laughing over a pile of half-eaten waffles.

You slid into a booth, and the red vinyl seat let out a small squeak beneath you. Nick and Ray followed, their expressions a mix of amusement and curiosity as they took in their surroundings.

“Alright,” Ray said, “let’s see what all the hype is about.”

The waitress, an older woman with teased-up hair and a name tag that read Dot, popped her gum and gave you all a once-over. “What’ll it be, sweetheart?”

You barely had to think. “Hash browns—scattered, smothered, covered. Bacon, extra crispy. Waffle. Eggs over easy.”

Dot raised an approving brow. “You know what you’re doin’.”

You grinned. “First rodeo for them, though.”

She turned to Nick and Ray, who quickly scrambled to order.

“I’ll take… the same?” Nick said, glancing at you. “But, uh, double everything.”

Ray just handed the menu back. “I trust you, Dot.”

She smirked. “A wise man.”

As you waited for the food, the storm finally broke, rain smacking against the big front windows in heavy sheets. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and for a moment, the world outside felt washed away.

Inside, though, Waffle House didn’t miss a beat. The cook started really getting into his singing, using his spatula as a microphone. One of the truckers whistled in appreciation. The teenagers were now playing something loud and fast on the jukebox, the kind of song that made you want to move.

Nick nudged you. “I think I love this.”

You laughed. “Told you.”

Ray sipped his coffee, shaking his head. “I will never doubt you again.”

When the food arrived, you all dug in like you hadn’t eaten in days. The hash browns were greasy and perfect, the waffles golden and soft. The bacon was crisped just right, and even Ray—who usually turned his nose up at anything remotely unhealthy—couldn’t stop eating.

“Okay,” Nick finally admitted between bites, “this is the best worst food I’ve ever had.”

You smirked. “Told you.”

Dot swung back around, topping off your coffee. “So, what’s the occasion?”

Ray glanced at you and Nick, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Just a day out.”

Nick squeezed your knee under the table, and you met his gaze, warmth blooming in your chest.

No matter the storm outside, in here, with them, everything felt right.

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Morning Bliss and Waffle House First-Timers

The golden light of dawn spilled through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow over the tangled mess of sheets and limbs. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore mixed with the quiet breathing of the three of you, still lost in the afterglow of the night before.

Ray stirred first, his body naturally waking with the morning, and he immediately became aware of just how hard he was. He groaned softly, shifting behind you, his chest pressing against your back. His hand slid down, tracing along your hip as he pressed himself against you.

You smiled sleepily, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. “Morning.”

Ray smirked, voice husky with sleep. “Morning, baby.” His lips brushed over your shoulder, down your neck, sending a shiver through you.

You shifted to face him, the heat between you both growing, unspoken but undeniable. He didn’t need to say anything more—you felt his need pressed against you, and you had every intention of taking care of it.

Slipping out from under the covers, you took his hand, leading him to the en-suite bathroom. The steam from the shower quickly filled the space, and as soon as the water cascaded down, Ray wasted no time pressing you against the warm tile, his lips claiming yours in a slow, desperate kiss.

Your fingers tangled in his wet curls, his hands gripping your waist as he guided you against him. It wasn’t rushed—it was intimate, almost reverent. His hands explored your slick skin, his lips trailing along your neck, whispering praises between heavy breaths. The pleasure built steadily, waves crashing into each other like the ocean outside, until finally, he buried his face into your neck, groaning as he found his release, pulling you over the edge with him.

The shower ran for a little while longer as you both caught your breath, the water soothing and warm.

When you finally stepped out, wrapped in only a towel, you barely had a second to register Nick leaning against the sink, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on his face.

“Y’all having fun without me?” His voice was playful, but his darkened eyes told a different story.

Ray chuckled, running a towel over his damp hair. “Figured you’d be up next.”

Nick didn’t waste a second—he stepped forward, scooped you up effortlessly, and carried you right back into the shower, shutting the glass door behind him.

You gasped as the warm water hit your skin again, but Nick’s lips quickly silenced you. His kiss was different from Ray’s—rougher, more desperate. He pressed you up against the shower wall, his hands gripping your thighs as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

“You look so fuckin’ good like this,” he murmured against your lips, pushing into you, stretching you in the best way.

You moaned, fingers digging into his wet shoulders as he moved, slow at first, then harder, more demanding. He took his time, dragging out every ounce of pleasure he could, until you were clenching around him, crying out his name.

When you finally stepped out of the bathroom, skin flushed and glowing, Ray was lounging on the bed, scrolling through his phone with a smug expression.

Nick flopped down beside him, sighing dramatically. “Best shower I’ve ever had.”

Ray snorted. “I bet.”

You laughed, running a towel over your damp hair. “You two are insatiable.”

Ray stretched, then sat up, eyes glinting mischievously. “Speaking of things we’re insatiable about… What do you say we hit Waffle House?”

Your face immediately lit up. “Yes!”

Nick looked intrigued. “Never been. Worth the hype?”

You chuckled, already knowing how this was going to go. “Lower your expectations. But trust me, it’s an experience.”

Nick and Ray exchanged a look before shrugging. “Alright, lead the way, baby.”

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Back at the Beach House

The ocean breeze drifted through the open sliding doors, carrying the scent of salt and freedom. The beach house was bathed in the soft glow of string lights, their golden hue flickering off the wine glasses sitting half-full on the counter. A bouquet of deep red roses rested beside them, the petals delicate and fresh, their fragrance mixing with the aroma of sizzling steak as Ray manned the grill outside on the deck.

Nick leaned against the counter, watching Clair with that lazy smirk that sent warmth spreading through her. “You look happy,” he mused, sipping his wine.

Clair sighed, taking in the perfect evening. “I am.”

Ray called in from the deck, “Hope you’re hungry because this is about to be the best damn steak you’ve ever had.”

She laughed as Nick went to help, and soon enough, they were all gathered around the table, plates filled with perfectly cooked steak, roasted vegetables, and warm, buttered bread. The conversation was light, full of teasing and laughter, their hands brushing as they reached for drinks or stole bites from each other’s plates. It felt natural, effortless—just the three of them, wrapped in their own little world.

After dinner, they settled onto the oversized couch, a classic movie playing in the background more for atmosphere than attention. Nick pulled Clair into his lap while Ray stretched out beside them, fingers idly tracing circles along her thigh. The warmth of their bodies, the ease of the moment—it was intoxicating.

Clair excused herself after a while, slipping into the bedroom. Her heart thrummed with excitement as she dug through the sleek Victoria’s Secret bag, pulling out the delicate set she’d picked earlier—a deep wine-colored lace ensemble, barely-there fabric hugging her curves in all the right places. The sheer fabric revealed just enough to tease, the soft cups pushing up her breasts, the straps delicate against her shoulders.

She glanced in the mirror, running her hands down her sides, adjusting the garter belt with a sly smile. Perfect.

Stepping back into the dimly lit living room, she leaned against the doorway, waiting until Nick and Ray’s conversation trailed off. The second they noticed her, the air shifted.

Nick’s lips parted slightly, his eyes raking over her from head to toe. Ray let out a low whistle, his gaze darkening with want.

“Well, damn,” Nick muttered, setting his drink down. “That’s not fair.”

Clair bit her lip. “Oh? I thought you two liked surprises.”

Ray stood first, his towering frame approaching her with slow, deliberate steps. “We love surprises,” he murmured, trailing his fingers along her exposed shoulder, down the delicate lace.

Nick joined them, standing just behind her, his breath hot against her neck. “Especially when they look this good.”

She shivered at the heat between them, the way their hands explored her with unhurried precision. Nick’s lips found the sensitive spot just beneath her ear while Ray traced kisses along her collarbone, sending sparks through her body.

Nick’s hands slid lower, gripping her hips and pulling her flush against him. “I think you knew exactly what you were doing when you put this on.”

Clair smirked, tilting her head to meet Ray’s lips in a slow, teasing kiss. “Maybe.”

Ray groaned, deepening the kiss as his hands explored, fingers teasing the lace at her waist. Nick’s lips traced a path down her neck, making her breath hitch as he whispered, “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Ray scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her toward the room as Nick followed, shutting the doors behind them. The night was far from over, and they had every intention of making it one she’d never forget

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The SkyWheel Proposal – A Moment to Remember

The sun dipped lower over Myrtle Beach, casting a golden glow over the water as the SkyWheel slowly lifted your gondola into the sky. The view was breathtaking—the waves shimmering in the fading sunlight, the boardwalk below buzzing with life, and the laughter of people enjoying the warm summer night.

You leaned against the glass, taking it all in. “This is… perfect,” you murmured.

Nick, sitting across from you, shot Ray a quick glance. Ray smirked, then took a deep breath.

“Yeah,” Ray agreed, reaching into his pocket. “Perfect for what we have planned.”

You turned to him, brow furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Nick followed suit, pulling a small, velvet box from his own pocket.

Your stomach flipped.

Your breath hitched.

The gondola rocked slightly as the Ferris wheel moved upward, but your entire world had stopped.

Ray’s voice was steady, but his deep brown eyes glowed with emotion. “You know we love you, right?”

Your hand flew to your mouth, your eyes already brimming with tears. “Yes.”

Nick leaned forward, his fingers brushing against your knee. “We want to spend the rest of our lives proving it to you.” He flipped the box open, revealing a ring—delicate, yet undeniably you.

Ray did the same, holding up a second ring, just as stunning. “If you’ll have us.”

Your heart pounded in your chest. “I—” Your voice cracked, and you let out a breathless laugh, overwhelmed. “Are you serious?”

Nick chuckled, but you could see the nerves flickering beneath his confident smirk. “Never been more serious, babe.”

Ray’s hand found yours, his grip warm and sure. “So, what do you say?”

The words barely left his lips before you threw yourself into their arms. “Yes!” you gasped, laughing as the tears spilled over. “Yes, of course, yes!”

The moment was interrupted by a sudden eruption of cheers.

Startled, you turned toward the neighboring gondola, where a group of strangers had clearly witnessed the entire thing. They were pressed against the glass, whooping and clapping. One woman wiped a tear away. “That was the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen!” she called out.

Another guy in the group pumped his fist in the air. “Hell yeah! Congrats!”

Nick laughed, shaking his head. “Well, I guess we had an audience.”

Ray grinned, kissing your temple. “Guess that makes it official.”

The gondola finally reached the ground, but you felt like you were still floating. As you stepped off the ride, Nick and Ray each took one of your hands, holding onto you as tightly as if they’d never let go.

And you knew, in that moment, they never would.

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The Surprise Trip to Myrtle Beach

The flight was smooth, though you still gripped Ray’s hand tightly during takeoff. Nick chuckled from his seat beside you, rubbing soothing circles on your thigh. “You’ve flown before, babe,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes but leaned into Ray’s shoulder, letting yourself relax against the steady rhythm of his breathing. “Yeah, but I don’t have control up here,” you muttered.

Nick smirked. “Control freak.”

You shot him a playful glare, and he only winked in response.

The moment the plane descended over Myrtle Beach, your breath caught in your throat. The ocean stretched out infinitely, the golden sands glowing beneath the soft afternoon sun. A flood of memories washed over you—the last time you were here, you were a kid, your parents still alive, laughter still filling your world.

Your throat tightened, but Ray squeezed your hand, grounding you. “You okay?” he asked gently.

You nodded, blinking back the sudden wave of emotion. “Yeah. I just… I haven’t been back since my parents passed.”

Nick’s playful expression softened. “That’s why we picked this place. Thought you might like to make some new memories here… with us.”

Your heart clenched in the best way, and you could only whisper, “Thank you.”

The Perfect Stay

The beach house they rented was perfect—a modern, oceanfront retreat with massive windows that allowed the morning sunlight to bathe every inch of the space. The sound of waves crashing against the shore was constant, rhythmic, comforting.

The first night, you stood barefoot on the balcony, the warm breeze lifting your hair. Nick came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. “This is nice, huh?”

You exhaled, melting into him. “Yeah, it is.”

Ray joined you both, pressing a kiss to your temple before resting his hand on your hip. “Let’s make this week one to remember.”

You had no idea just how much they meant that.

Exploring the Beach and Attractions

The days were filled with adventure—jet skiing, lounging under an umbrella while sipping on frozen drinks, and exploring the charming boardwalk lined with shops and arcades.

Nick and Ray spoiled you. If you so much as glanced at something for more than a second, one of them was already reaching for their wallet.

At Victoria’s Secret, Nick grinned as he held up a delicate lace set. “This one. You have to try this one.”

Ray arched a brow. “Really? That one?”

Nick smirked. “Trust me.”

You rolled your eyes but grabbed it anyway. Later that night, you found out exactly why he was so adamant about that set.

At Coach, you barely had time to admire a gorgeous purse before Ray was already handing his card over. “Ray!” you protested.

He only shrugged. “It looks good on you.”

Nick chuckled. “Face it, babe, we like spoiling you.”

You sighed but couldn’t fight the warmth in your chest. They were impossible.

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A Night to Remember

TW:: attempted Grape drunk drinking

Chapter 7

The cool night air was filled with the roar of engines and the sharp scent of burnt rubber as the three of you raced around the go-kart track. Nick, competitive as ever, swerved in front of you at the last second, laughing as you let out a dramatic shout.

"That’s cheating, Stokes!" you called after him.

Ray, cool and calculated, stayed just behind, waiting for the perfect opportunity to cut ahead. "It’s called strategy," he teased.

Your foot pressed harder on the pedal, determined not to come in last, but in the end, Nick took first place with a smug grin, and Ray crossed the finish line just before you.

As you all stepped out of the karts, breathless and giddy, Nick wrapped an arm around your waist. "Rematch at home?" he murmured suggestively.

Ray smirked. "I think we’ll all win that one."

The Shower Turns Steamy

By the time you got home, the three of you were sweaty, your adrenaline still pumping from the race. A shower sounded perfect, but the moment you all stepped under the warm spray, it was clear this was going to be anything but innocent.

Water dripped from Ray’s dark curls as he slid behind you, his strong hands gliding over your waist. Nick stood in front of you, his fingers tracing patterns over your wet skin. The heat of the water was nothing compared to the heat between you.

Nick leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips, while Ray’s lips found the sensitive spot on your neck. Hands roamed, steam thickened the air, and every touch sent fire coursing through your veins.

You tilted your head back, a teasing smirk on your lips. "What if we went out tonight?"

Nick raised a brow. "Out?"

Ray’s fingers trailed lower. "You have somewhere in mind?"

"A club," you murmured, looking between them. "Let’s invite the team. Make a night of it."

Nick grinned. "You want to show us off, huh?"

"Maybe," you teased.

Ray chuckled. "I think it's about time everyone knows."

The Club—The Big Reveal

The club was packed, music thumping so hard you could feel the bass in your bones. Neon lights painted everything in hues of blue and purple, bodies moved together on the dance floor, and the air smelled of liquor and sweat.

You, Nick, and Ray had been dancing all night, drinks in hand, laughing as the team slowly caught on to how close the three of you really were.

But then, as the music built to a crescendo, you turned to face them both—Nick, grinning, his arms wrapped around your waist, and Ray, looking at you with that deep, knowing gaze.

Screw it.

You reached up, grabbed both their collars, and pulled them in, pressing a deep kiss to Nick’s lips before turning to capture Ray’s in another.

The second you did, the club erupted.

"HOLY SHIT!" Greg shouted.

Catherine’s eyes widened before she burst into laughter. Sara clapped, and even Brass—gruff and unimpressed with most things—let out a low whistle.

The cheers and whoops filled the air as the entire team swarmed around you, jumping, hugging, celebrating like you’d just won the lottery.

Nick kissed the top of your head, laughing. "Well, I guess the secret’s out."

Ray smirked. "And they’re taking it better than I expected."

Greg slung an arm around you, grinning. "About damn time!"

The night was a blur of dancing, drinking, and celebration. Everything felt perfect.

The Attack in the Bathroom

You had slipped away to the restroom, still buzzing from the alcohol and the energy of the night. The club’s dimly lit hallway seemed longer than before, but you finally pushed open the door to the bathroom.

Just as you turned to leave, a shadow blocked the doorway.

"Leaving so soon?"

The voice was low, slurred. Before you could react, rough hands shoved you back against the wall. The stall door rattled from the force, and you felt the cold tile against your bare shoulders.

Your heart lurched.

His breath was thick with alcohol, and his hands—too fast, too rough—were already sliding up your thigh.

Panic surged through you. You shoved at his chest, your movements clumsy from the alcohol, but he was stronger.

"Let go of me!" you slurred, voice sharp with fear.

He smirked. "C’mon, don’t be like that—"

Your knee shot up—hard.

The impact sent him stumbling back, groaning in pain. You didn’t wait. You ran.

Nick Finds You

You burst out of the bathroom, your breath ragged, your hands shaking. Your eyes darted around the club, searching for someone—anyone—until they locked onto a familiar figure.

Nick.

He was waiting in line for the men’s room, laughing at something Greg said, but the moment he saw you—messy hair, tear-streaked face, trembling hands—his expression changed.

His drink hit the floor.

He was there in an instant, hands on your shoulders. "What happened?"

You choked out the words. "He—he tried to—"

Nick didn’t need to hear the rest. His jaw clenched, eyes dark with rage as he turned on his heel and stormed toward the bathroom.

You called after him, but he was already gone.

Ray Finds You

Seconds later, Ray was there, his eyes scanning you, instantly noticing the way you were holding yourself, the way you were shaking.

"Clair?" His voice was gentle, but his eyes were sharp, assessing.

The moment you looked at him, everything broke.

A sob wracked through you as you wrapped your arms around yourself, and he didn’t hesitate. He pulled you in, holding you so tightly you could feel his heartbeat against your cheek.

"You’re safe," he murmured against your hair. "I’ve got you."

His hand rubbed soothing circles on your back as you clung to him, trying to steady your breath.

"I—I don’t know what would’ve happened if I—"

"You did stop him," Ray said firmly, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. "You got away. That’s what matters."

Nick returned moments later, his knuckles red, his jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Cops are on their way. He’s not getting away with this."

Ray’s grip on you tightened. "Damn right he’s not."

You looked between them—Nick’s barely restrained fury, Ray’s steady strength—and even though you were still shaking, even though the night had turned upside down, you knew one thing for sure.

You weren’t alone.

And you never would be.

[mrscmobsession]

The Morning After

Chapter 6

The scent of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air as the soft morning light peeked through the bedroom curtains. You stirred beneath the covers, stretching out in the empty bed, your body still pleasantly sore from the night before. A lazy smile spread across your lips as memories of tangled sheets, whispered praises, and heated touches played in your mind.

Sliding out of bed, you grabbed the nearest thing you could find—one of their crisp white button-up shirts from the floor. The fabric smelled like them, a mix of cologne and warmth that made your heart flutter. You rolled up the sleeves, buttoning just enough to keep it from slipping off your shoulders before slipping on a pair of socks. Your hair was a tousled mess, but you didn’t care.

As you made your way toward the kitchen, you could hear the quiet hum of conversation. Nick stood by the stove, flipping pancakes, his back muscles flexing under the snug fit of his T-shirt. Ray, standing by the coffee maker, poured two cups, his movements precise and controlled like always.

They must have sensed you approaching because when you stepped into the kitchen, both men turned to look at you—and instantly exchanged knowing glances before smiling.

"Well, don’t you look adorable," Nick mused, eyes flickering over your oversized shirt and bare legs.

Ray smirked as he handed Nick a cup of coffee before turning to you with another. "You’re wearing my shirt," he noted, a glint of amusement in his dark eyes.

You took the coffee with a small shrug. "It was the closest thing to me," you teased before taking a sip.

Nick chuckled as he plated the pancakes. "We might need to buy more shirts if this is gonna be a habit."

Ray shook his head with an affectionate sigh. "I don’t think either of us mind."

You hopped onto one of the barstools, watching them move around the kitchen like they’d done this a hundred times before. It felt… easy. Natural. Like this was exactly where you belonged.

As the three of you ate, conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with teasing and laughter. It was their weekend off—a rare luxury in your line of work.

"You know," Nick started, wiping his mouth with a napkin, "we should do something today. Go out, enjoy the day together."

Ray nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. "Shopping, maybe? Haven’t had a good day to just relax in a while."

Your eyes lit up. "Are you two seriously suggesting a mall trip?"

Nick smirked. "We spoil you, remember?"

Ray leaned back, a satisfied glint in his eyes. "And you deserve it."

A couple of hours later, the three of you walked into the mall, hand in hand, completely relaxed. First stop? Victoria’s Secret.

You barely had a chance to protest before Nick and Ray guided you inside, both with smug expressions. Nick had his arm slung around your waist as he whispered in your ear, "Pick whatever you want, sweetheart."

Ray leaned down, lips close to your other ear. "Or let us pick for you."

Your cheeks burned as they led you through the store, picking out sets that made your skin tingle just imagining their reactions.

After that, they took you straight to Coach, insisting you needed a new bag. "Something to match your style," Nick said as he handed you a sleek leather purse.

"You know I don’t need all this," you said, though you couldn’t hide your smile.

Ray brushed a strand of hair from your face. "We know. But we want to."

By the time you left the mall, you had bags from several stores, new lingerie you couldn't wait to wear, and two men who clearly loved doting on you.

As the three of you walked to the car, Nick slung an arm around your shoulders. "Best day off ever?"

You grinned up at them. "Definitely."

Ray squeezed your hand. "And the night’s only just getting started."