He pushed her against the half-finished frame of a wall, tugged her wrap aside, and slid inside her with a low groan. She gasped and laughed and held tight to the frame as he moved deep and slow. Her eyes never left his.
And when she came, she whispered, "This is ours."
All around them, the others worked and loved in tandem. Grace straddled Natalie under a tree, the two of them covered in leaves and kisses. Scarlet and Stella built a corner frame then collapsed into it, grinding against each other with shared moans. Emma climbed up behind Zoey as she tied a beam and fucked her from behind with her fingers, breath hot against her neck.
By the time the sun began to set, the foundation of their new home was glowing - not with tools, but with touch. Every beam, every corner, every root held the mark of their bodies.
And when darkness fell, they gathered in the center again, beneath the open sky.