Teo guides Charlotte up and down the length of our dicks. She’s so tight it’s like my dick is in a vise. It feels so good to fuck her.

Fuck. I can feel Teo’s cock working with mine to make her feel good, his piercings brushing against my dick. He’s picking up the pace enough that we’re all panting, gasping for breath, and Charlotte’s muttering about how she loves feeling full. “I c-can’t. N-not again, not yet.” She shakes her head. “Don’t stop, though.”

We’re a tangle of arms and legs, pressed against each other so tightly that our sweat-slicked skin slides against each other with every movement. Mateo’s kissing Charlotte, but his eyes are fixed on me behind her head. “Come with me,” he rasps. It’s not a question, it’s not even a demand, it’s a plea. A plea that makes my balls tighten.

The orgasm that rips through my body steals my breath. Mateo tips his head back, a booming roar reverberating around the room as he comes like he’s waited years to empty himself inside Charlotte.

“Fuck.” Mateo’s hips keep rutting into her, like he needs every single drop of cum from his body to be left in hers.

He kisses her, then me, then helps her turn around so she can kiss me. Unshed tears glisten in her eyes as she looks up at us. “Thank you.”

It’s been a long time since I’ve had a lump in my throat, but fuck if I’m not on the verge of tears myself.

“That was the perfect first time.” She traces our faces with delicate fingers, heaving out a sigh. “Can we do it again?”

THIRTY-ONE

Jace

Yesterday was bullshit, but waking up to Charlotte sneaking into my room to curl around my body was almost worth it.

Almost.

My nerves are raw and entirely exposed after my dinner with Harrison, and I may never recover. We had two more people interrupt our night, and then the entrée they brought for me was someone else’s order so instead of eating and fleeing, we had to stay another hour to get everything sorted and get the right food for me.

After I promised Harrison there was nothing going on between Charlotte and me, he went quiet. Sure, he mumbled to himself while he ripped apart his beignets and growled at me when I offered to pay for dinner, but I don’t think that can be considered actual conversation. He did take turns, alternately glaring at me and openly watching my every movement. He even followed me into the bathroom.

I’ve got to talk to everyone about it today, and we need to figure out a game plan so that we can all move forward.

She stirs behind me, running a hand down my spine before rolling over to her back, and I follow, turning to face her.

“Good morning, wildflower. Did you enjoy your date night?” I tuck an errant curl behind her ear and press a gentle kiss to her temple.

She nods and gives me a small smile. “Dinner was really nice.”

Somehow, I feel like dinner being nice is an understatement. By the time I got home, the three of them were sound asleep in Mateo’s bed. There was a part of me that wanted to crawl in and join them, but it felt like I was intruding on their date.

Which is something else we need to talk about. Are we all together as a group? Would they want me to join them on nights like last night?

“I missed you though.”

My brows shoot to my hairline as I wrap my arms around her and pull her against me. “Really?”

Charlotte studies my face, likely wondering why I wouldn’t immediately accept her answer, and after last night, I’m not entirely sure where I stand with anyone. She runs a hand down the side of my face and strokes her fingers through my hair. “Is that so hard to believe?”

Yep. “Of course, not. Everyone wants to hang out with me.”

“Roman said you went to dinner with Harrison. How did it go?” She nibbles on her bottom lip, and I pull it from her mouth, running my thumb along its length.

I shrug, letting my hands wander down her body and across her hips. She’s wearing a tiny pair of sleep shorts and a tank top, her lemon scent wrapping around me as I relax against her. “As well as I could hope. I assured him nothing was going on between us, but eventually, we’re going to have to tell him everything. Preferably once hockey season is over.”

Then our chances to make the playoffs won’t be completely ruined. While hockey isn’t as high on my priority list anymore, that doesn’t mean I want to fuck up the season for everyone else on the team. Plus, once games are done, we’ll have more time to talk it out. Maybe come up with a plan that tells him as gently as possible.

When he finds out she’s dating all three of us, he’s sure to go apeshit. He didn’t like the idea of her dating just me, so I don’t think adding Roman and Mateo into the mix is going to help the situation.

Although, that should help convince him that she won’t be neglected. She won’t have just one man taking care of all of her needs, she’ll have three.

Yeah, it’s going to go over swimmingly.