by Eva Ashwood
“Yeah. Just like that.” She undulates her hips against me, meeting my strokes as I begin to thrust into her. “God, that’s so fucking sexy.”
“Oh, fuuuck,” Trent groans as West makes a tortured noise.
My cock throbs, and I pick up my pace, driving into Emma even harder. I’m not attracted to my two best friends; I doubt I ever will be. But somehow, knowing they’re watching Emma, knowing she’s fucking me in front of them, drives me insane with arousal.
I want them to see her like this, to see how she responds to me.
That thought drives me as I rise up onto my forearms, bracing one hand on the bed beside Emma’s head.
“Should we show ’em how it’s fuckin’ done, Ems?” I murmur roughly, and she nods, her hair a tangled mess as it spreads out across the pillow.
She’s getting close already, but I don’t want close. I want to feel her convulse on my dick, I want to watch her shatter over and over again. Leaving one hand planted on the mattress, I move the other one down between us, finding the hard nub of her clit as I continue to thrust into her with deep strokes.
“West. Trent,” she gasps, her head tossing back and forth as I work her sensitive bud. “Tell me what you see. Describe it to me.”
“Jesus. Fuck.” West’s voice is choppy. “Your tits. They bounce every time Reese fills you up. They’re so fucking perfect.”
“Your legs are wrapped around him so tight. You like what he’s doing, baby? You like feeling all three of us inside you? You can still feel us inside you, right?” Trent adds.
He’s breathing heavily, and as I find the perfect rhythm on Emma’s clit, he moves a little closer, grabbing one of her hands and wrapping it around his cock, enclosing it with his own large hand and using their combined grip to jerk himself off.
“Yes!” Emma’s response is a breathless gasp. “I can still feel you. I can feel all of you.”
“You want Reese to make you come?” West asks. He moves closer too, but instead of grabbing Emma’s hand, he holds his own hand in front of her face.
She doesn’t even ask what he wants. She lifts her head off the pillow slightly and licks his palm, drawing his fingers into her mouth and sucking on them, coating them with her saliva.
The sight of her plump lips wrapped around his fingers almost undoes me. I fall out of rhythm a little, my fingers moving faster and faster as I push Emma ruthlessly toward an orgasm. My balls are drawing up, my own release gathering at the base of my spine, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.
West draws his finger out of Emma’s mouth and wraps his hand around his cock again, jerking himself off hard and fast. Without even meaning to, I match his rhythm, driving into Emma at the same tempo.
“Come,” she groans, her legs wrapping tighter around me, her heels digging into my ass and urging me to go deeper, faster. “Come. Please, come. I want your cum in me, on me. I want to feel all three of you.”
Well, I never could deny her anything.
I pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger just as I slam into her one last time, throwing my head back and grinding my hips against hers. She screams, her pussy walls clamping down on my cock like a vise as she writhes beneath me.
“Oh, fucking hell. Fuck.” Trent strokes himself with Emma’s hand until he spills his load over their intertwined fingers, letting out a rough groan.
With a few more harsh strokes, West finishes too, ropes of cum jetting over Emma’s breasts and stomach.
I’m breathing like I just ran a marathon at a full sprint, and when I glance down at Emma and catch sight of her sprawled out beneath me, limp from pleasure and bearing the marks of my friends, something shifts inside my chest.
Holy shit.
This is big.
This is huge.
What just happened between the four of us—it changes everything.
15
Emma
I don’t know if I can move.
I do know that I don’t want to.
Nope, I would happily stay here forever, surrounded by the three men I’m falling in love with, my hand still wrapped around Trent’s cock, Reese still buried inside me, and West’s cum marking my stomach and chest.
After what happened between me, West, and Trent, I hardly dared to hope I could get Reese on board too. But once I led him into the bedroom, I saw the moment his need overtook his hesitance.
And now, for the first time in years, I feel really and truly complete.
As if I’d been waiting for this moment my whole life without knowing it.
Nothing I told the guys earlier was a lie. I know this is different than most traditional relationships. I know we might face struggles or judgment because of it.
But you know what? I really don’t care.
No relationship is perfect. No relationship is without its ups and downs. So you might as well start off with the relationship you want and make that work rather than go for the “safe” option just because it seems like it might be easier.
These three men have hurt me. They’ve fucked with my emotions and gone out of their way to make me miserable.
But things have changed, and now there’s nowhere I feel safer than right where I am. In their arms. Surrounded by them, encased by them.
Shared by them.
“Sooo,” Reese drawls, his bright green eyes twinkling as he gazes down at me. “That’s what you wanted to show me, huh?”
There’s humor in his voice, and I laugh, slapping his chest lightly with my free hand. But I’m grateful for his jokes.
He’s the missing piece of the puzzle, the piece that will tie it all together. West and Trent channeled their anger at each other into their desire for me, but in the aftermath, things were already getting tense again—when I brought Reese back into the bedroom, it looked like the truce between Trent and West was already dissolving.
We need Reese in this too. They need him. West has darkness in his past and Trent has this intensity that’s just an intrinsic part of who he is. They need someone who looks for the humor in things, someone who can break the tension before it snaps like a broken rubber band.
I need that too.
Each of these men complement each other so perfectly, and they each give me something I’m not sure anymore that I could live without.
Reese catches my hand in his, pressing it to his chest. He’s still buried inside me, and he pulses his hips against mine gently, grinding against me. Then, with a groan, he slides out.
My pussy walls seem to cling to him, unwilling to let him go. I’m a little sore, a little raw. Not only was the sex intense, but I literally fucked all three of them—it’s more than my body is used to.
Not that I’m complaining. This kind of soreness is a delicious ache between my legs, one that makes my clit throb in anticipation of the next time.
God, I really fucking hope there’s a next time.
West moves over a little to make room for Reese as he collapses to the mattress beside me. Trent hops off the bed to grab a towel from his closet, then returns to help me clean off. I notice the way his touch lingers as he uses the towel to dry my skin, and when I catch his gaze, he smiles softly at me.
Something is different in him too. Not just different than it was when I came home this afternoon, but different than I’ve ever seen him.
He seems… at peace. More relaxed.
As if knowing that both of his friends are in on this too allows him to share the burden of being the protector, the leader, the defender.
When I’m a little less sticky, he tosses the towel onto the floor with the rest of our discarded clothes and drops down to the mattress beside me. For a moment, all four of us lie there in exhausted, comfortable silence.
Then Reese lifts his head, swiveling his neck to look from me and Trent to West and back again. “So, should we order a pizza or what?”
“Pizza?” Trent snorts under his breath, glancing over at him. “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”
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�Well…” Reese shrugs, but I don’t miss the amused glimmer in his eyes. “I just figured we should keep our strength up.” He rolls over to lean up on his elbow, gazing down at me with hungry eyes as his hand settles possessively on my hip. “Because we’re definitely doing that again.”
Buttery sunlight streams through the blinds as I blink my eyes open.
I’m exhausted. I have no idea how much sleep I actually got last night, but it wasn’t enough.
Not that I’m complaining.
At all.
At Reese’s suggestion, we did order pizza. And it’s a good thing we did, or I probably would’ve passed out during our third round.
I let out a soft sigh of contentment, shifting slightly between the two hard bodies I’m sandwiched between. We all passed out in Trent’s bed afterward, and I feel cozy and safe in the warm little cocoon we’ve created under the blankets.
West growls softly in his sleep, his arm snaking around my waist to pull me a little closer as his morning wood nudges my ass. Trent nuzzles his face into the crook of my shoulder as Reese’s hand tangles in my hair. They’re all touching me somehow, all of them gathered around me as if I’m the sun in our little solar system and they’re planets orbiting around me.
It’s crazy and insane and wonderful.
I never imagined this could actually happen, and it’s a little hard to believe that last night wasn’t all a dream—an even better and more vivid dream than the one I had after we got back from the police station.
But it’s not.
It’s real.
There’s still a lot to work out, a lot of things we’ll have to feel our way through if we really want to navigate a four-person relationship. But for the first time since I’ve known the Icons, the first time since I realized I had feelings for all of them, it actually seems possible.
Something changed last night. I guess the kind of crazy-intense sex we had will do that, but I don’t think that’s all it was.
The men all got a glimpse of what sharing would be like. And no matter how doubtful they may have been in the beginning, I don’t think any of them went along with it grudgingly in the end.
They liked it.
“What’s on your mind, Ems?”
Trent’s voice is rough from sleep, so low it’s hardly more than a whisper. I didn’t realize he was awake too, but he pulls his head back a little to look at me, reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from my face.
“Just… how happy I am,” I admit.
“Yeah?”
His smile is slow and lazy, and it changes his whole face. I’m used to Trent being serious and intense, and I know that side of his personality will always exist. But I like this side too. I like that as we put the awfulness of the past behind us, he can let this side out more often.
“Yeah.” I lean forward to kiss him, unhurried and deep. With my lips still brushing against his, I whisper, “Thank you.”
“For what?” Our noses brush as his eyes bounce between mine.
I shrug, a swell of emotion rising in my chest. “For giving me this. It’s… everything.”
His hand rests on my cheek, his thumb brushing over the curve of my cheekbone. “We didn’t just do it for you, Ems. I’m glad you’re happy. It’s all I want, all I’ll ever want. But this feels right. For all of us.”
“Really?”
He nods. “It feels like things are finally how they’re supposed to be. West and Reese are my best fucking friends, and you know me. I’m an asshole. I don’t make friends all that easily. Not the real kind, the ones that’ll have your back no matter the fuck what. The ones who’ll see you through anything. I hated that this shit was coming between us, hated the idea of losing them.”
He grimaces a little, making the bruise that still decorates his face shift. “Despite what you saw yesterday, I don’t want to fight with either of them. Just—none of us saw any other way. Until you showed us.”
My hand drifts up to trace the purple mark on his face. “What started your fight anyway? I came home and thought you two were gonna kill each other.”
Trent’s expression hardens a little, his mouth setting in a grim line. “Leslie called me.”
All the breath seems to flee my lungs. “What?”
Anger glints in his blue eyes. “Yeah. As I was leaving class. She called to gloat, basically. But she said something on the phone about how we all deserved each other. I think she meant it as an insult, but all it did was make me realize how much I wanted that to be true. How much I wanted to deserve you.”
His voice is raw and honest, and I press another kiss to his lips, unable to stop myself. We’re all still naked—we were too worn out last night to bother with clothes—and I can feel his cock pressing against my hip. West’s is still hard against my ass, and I bet if I reached over and stroked Reese, I’d find him hard and ready too.
I’m still recovering from the marathon sex last night. I’ve never done anything quite like that, and I can still feel the effects of it all over my body. But that doesn’t stop a flare of arousal from igniting deep in my belly.
I wonder if it’ll ever be satisfied, this deep craving for them.
Honestly, I kind of hope not.
“You do deserve me,” I whisper, and Trent makes a noise low in his throat.
“No. I don’t. But I’m trying to. So I went to see your dad yesterday. I want to fix things for him and my mom, and I figured the best way to do that was to talk to the man himself.”
My eyes open a little wider as my heartbeat picks up in my chest, and Trent shakes his head.
“I didn’t tell him everything. Not because I don’t want to own up to the shit I did, but because it’s not my story to tell. But I did tell him that he didn’t have to put his own personal life aside to try to take care of you, because you have people in your corner who have your back.”
“Thank you, Trent.”
My voice is soft and low. He’s downplaying it a lot, but I know what this means. For a long time, he blamed my dad—and me—for splitting his parents up, so him actively working to get my dad and his mom back together is huge.
Then my brows pull together, and I make a face. “But wait. What does that have to do with you getting into a fight with West?”
He snorts a humorless laugh. “When I got home, West asked where I’d been, and I told him. He didn’t like me trying to paint myself as some protector. Not when he and Reese have done more to take care of you than I have.”
There’s pain in his voice, and it strikes me that even though Trent fought with West over what his friend said, he probably believed West’s words. Still believes them.
“That’s not what this is about,” I argue. “It’s not a point system. You’ve all helped me. You’ve all hurt me. And I was doing my best to hurt you too, before Leslie went psycho.”
Trent chews on his bottom lip thoughtfully, his hand sliding down to brush over the skin of my bare shoulder.
“I know. That’s what we were all missing. What you showed us last night. We were all fighting over who gets to protect you, who gets to look out for you and take care of you. But we all missed the obvious fact that if all three of us do it, that’s better than it being any one of us. We’re stronger together. We’ve known that for a long time, but we forgot it when it came to the most important thing. You.”
“We don’t plan on forgetting again,” West murmurs from behind me. He must’ve woken up sometime while Trent was speaking. He pulses his hips against my ass, making me unconsciously grind against him. “And we don’t plan to let you forget either.”
Turning my head slightly, I meet West’s cloud-gray eyes, feeling a smile tug at my lips.
“I don’t think I could even if I wanted to,” I tell him. “And I never want to.”
“Good.” Reese’s head pops up behind Trent’s shoulder. His brown hair is sticking up a little on one side, and he looks sleep-rumpled and sexy as fuck. “Because you’re stuck with all of us now, Ems. There’s no
way you’re getting rid of us after last night.”
“Agreed.” Trent pulls me toward him and presses a hard, fast kiss to my lips. “And the first thing we’re gonna do is kick that bitch Leslie to the curb.”
16
Emma
Despite the urgency of Trent’s declaration, the four of us take our time getting up.
I sort of expect the guys to all slink back to their rooms to get dressed, or drag the sheets with them to cover themselves when we finally stumble out of bed—but none of them seem embarrassed about their nudity at all.
Maybe I should’ve known it would be like this. After all, none of them have anything to be ashamed of. They’re all fucking built, and none of them are lacking in the size department. And I guess after the things we all did last night, it’s a little late for any of us to get shy.
I gotta admit, I don’t hate it. The sight of West, Reese, and Trent all sliding out of bed in their naked glory is enough to make my still sore pussy throb with need.
But once we’re all showered and dressed, Trent slips into serious mode. As Reese cooks eggs on the stove and we all sip coffee, Trent talks us through exactly what happened yesterday, detailing every minute of his conversation with Leslie.
“God, so she really did do all this just because she wanted to come between us?” I ask, wrinkling my nose in disgust as I blow on my coffee.
“Yeah.” Trent’s hand clenches into a fist on the table. “And when she realized it wasn’t gonna work, that we weren’t gonna turn against you, she decided to fuck us all over.”
“Damn.” Reese glances over his shoulder. “That’s messed up.”
“She’s obviously got some kind of personality disorder,” I say, although I’m having to dig really deep to find any sympathy for her anymore.
“Yeah. Which is why she’s in a facility,” Trent says. “The question is, how the hell is she still able to fuck with our lives while she’s supposedly in a place that limits access to phones and internet?”