Epilogue - One Month Later #2
Except nothing about what we're about to do is normal.
Lexi locks the door behind us and the energy in the room shifts. We're all looking at her now—this girl who survived hell and came out harder, sharper, ours.
"Ground rules," she says, and I can hear the command in her voice. "No fighting. No jealousy. No acting like children." She looks at each of us in turn. "Tonight we do this right. Together. All of us."
"And if I want to punch Atticus?" Koa asks.
"You don't." She walks to him, placing her hand on his chest. "You want me. And you can have me. But only if you share. We’ve been over this."
Koa’s just pissed because he always has her to himself. We try to make time to come down here, but between hockey, class, and the Reapers, time is slim.
I see the war in Koa’s eyes—possession versus desire. Need versus control.
Desire wins.
"Fine," he says roughly. "But I'm going first."
"No," Lexi says, and her smile is wicked. "I'm going first. And you're all going to watch."
LEXI
I've never felt more powerful than I do right now, standing in my dorm room with three elite athletes watching me like I'm the only thing that matters. Like I'm gravity and they're all caught in my orbit.
I pull off Koa's jersey off myself slowly, deliberately, watching their eyes track the movement. Then my shirt. My bra. My jeans. Until I'm standing in just underwear and the white ink magnolia tattoo on my hip is visible.
"Bed," I say, pointing to my bed—the one that's barely big enough for two people, let alone four.
We'll make it work.
Koa moves first because he’s always first. He’s my main. He's already pulling off his hoodie as he crosses the room, revealing that canvas of muscle and fading bruises. The injuries from all the stunts he’s pulled since we met are mostly healed now.
I push him down onto the bed and straddle him, feeling him already hard beneath me. His hands come to my hips immediately, possessive, and I let him hold me for a moment before I turn my attention to the others.
"Revan. Atticus. Clothes off."
They comply and watching them undress is its own kind of foreplay. Revan's neat about it, folding his clothes and setting them aside. Atticus just strips carelessly, dropping everything on the floor, his cock already hard and ready.
"Come here," I say to Revan.
He approaches and I guide his hand between my legs, still clothed but getting wetter by the second. His fingers find my clit through the fabric, and I gasp, grinding down on Koa beneath me.
"Atticus," I breathe. "Kiss me."
He's there immediately, his mouth claiming mine while Revan works me through my underwear and Koa's hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise. Three sets of hands, three different touches, and I'm already so close to the edge it's almost embarrassing.
"Off," Koa growls, tugging at my underwear. "Need them off."
I lift enough for him to slide them down, and then I'm bare, exposed, completely at their mercy except I'm not at their mercy at all—they're at mine.
This is surrender, but it's also control.
This is submission, but it's also dominance.
This is all four of us finding the place where those contradictions make sense.
Koa lifts me slightly and I feel him position himself. "Ready?" he asks, and the gentleness in his voice despite the hunger in his eyes does something to my heart.
"Yes."
He pulls me down onto him and we both groan at the sensation. No condom—we stopped using them two weeks ago after tests came back clean, and I assured them the IUD was foolproof. Nothing between us now, just heat and friction and perfect connection.
I start to move, riding him slowly while Atticus's mouth finds my breast and Revan's fingers continue their work between my legs. The pleasure builds fast, overwhelming, and I'm gasping within minutes.
"That's it," Koa growls beneath me. "Take what you need."
I do. I take and take and take until I'm coming apart, clenching around Koa, crying out into Atticus's mouth because he's kissing me again, swallowing my sounds.
Koa follows seconds later, his hands bruising-tight on my hips as he spills inside me.
But we're not done. Not even close.
The night stretches ahead of us, full of possibilities and promises and the kind of satisfaction that comes from being completely, utterly known.
Atticus is next, pulling me off Koa and onto the bed. He's rougher than Koa was, all that British restraint finally breaking, and I love it. Love the way he makes me feel small and protected and claimed all at once. Instead of my pussy, he aims for my ass. I squeal, and he pulls my hips back.
“What did I say, sexy? This ass is mine.”
We haven’t done anal in front of the other two yet, but I don’t look at their faces to see what they’re thinking. I stare at Atticus, letting him in my ass.
He smacks it and says, “Relax.”
Koa grabs Atticus’s shoulder, getting ready to throw blows with him. I grab Koa’s dick and mutter, “It’s okay.”
“It’s okay?” Koa echoes.
I nod as Atticus pushes deeper. I groan through my teeth.
“Oh, fuck.”
Koa grabs my face and says, “You’ve been letting Atticus fuck you in the ass?”
Pleasure rips through me as I nod. I can’t help the sounds leaving my throat as I rub my own clit. Koa is mad, and it turns me on.
Koa breathes, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Atticus says, “Jealous?”
“Fuck you,” Koa snarks.
Revan watches, stroking himself, waiting his turn.
Atticus gives them the show of a lifetime.
I’m making noises I didn’t know were possible.
My entire body feels on fire when I finally orgasm.
I start shaking, Atticus comes, and then Revan is being greedy.
He slides into my pussy, rubbing my clit, and a new sensation begins. I claw at his back, moaning.
Koa’s at my face. “I’ve never seen you come like that before.”
“Her ass is mine,” Atticus says.
Koa shoves him, so I reach for him before they start fighting.
“I thought you were being better at sharing?” I purr.
But he ignores me and just stares at Atticus.
“Come here,” I mutter, pulling Koa’s dick back out of his pants and pull him into my mouth. “You’ll always be my favorite, baby.”
Revan pounds into me harder and faster as I stare up at Koa.
When he finally gives me his attention, he grabs my chin and says, “Is that right?”
I nod and beg, “Fuck my mouth.”
He listens and Revan makes me come twice before he allows himself to finish, and by then I'm boneless and satisfied and absolutely wrecked.
But they’re not done with me yet.
We cycle through positions and combinations until I lose track of who's where and it doesn't matter because it's all of them, all of us, together.
At some point Koa and Atticus actually coordinate instead of compete, working together to drive me to another orgasm that leaves me shaking. At another point Revan and Koa share a look that might be understanding or might be resignation—acceptance that this is what we are, what we've become.
Hours pass. The dorm goes quiet as people settle in for the night. But in our room, we're anything but quiet.
We're together.
We're alive.
KOA
Later, we're all crammed into Lexi's twin bed, limbs tangled, sheets soaked with sweat and satisfaction. She's in the middle, of course, with me pressed against her back, Atticus on her other side, and Revan somehow wedged in at the foot of the bed.
It shouldn't work. This whole thing shouldn't work.
I have her all to myself most days, so the fact that this is still going, blows my mind.
But Lexi’s right, this actually works. And she loves it.
"I have class tomorrow," Lexi mumbles, half-asleep.
"Skip it," I say against her neck.
"Can't. Already missed too much."
"Then we'll wake you up." Revan's voice is drowsy, satisfied. "Early enough to shower and get to class."
"All of you are staying?" she asks.
"Where else would we go?" Atticus answers.
She doesn't respond, just burrows deeper into the blankets, into us.
I lie there in the dark, listening to breathing gradually even out, and think about how far we've come.
From that first moment in the alleyway with her junkie brother to when I delivered her to Vincent, to the warehouse where everything came to a head, to this—sharing a bed too small for all of us, choosing to stay anyway.
We're not fixed. Not healed. Still carrying the scars of what we've done, what was done to us.
But we're here.
And that's something.
"Koa?" Lexi's voice is quiet, almost asleep.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you for not killing Atticus."
"Night's not over yet."
"I'll kill you first," Atticus mutters.
"Both of you shut up," Revan says. "Some of us are trying to sleep."
Lexi laughs, the sound soft and genuine, and I feel it vibrate through her back into my chest.
This. This is what I was fighting for without knowing it.
Not ownership or control or dominance.
Just this. Just her. Just us.
All four of us, broken pieces that somehow fit together into something that makes sense.
I close my eyes and let sleep take me.
ATTICUS
I wake up first, which is unusual. Dawn light is just starting to filter through the blinds, painting everything in shades of gray and gold.
Lexi's alarm hasn't gone off yet, but I know it will soon. She mentioned an 8 AM class yesterday—something about American Literature and Hemingway.
I carefully extract myself from the tangle of limbs, trying not to wake anyone. Fail immediately when Revan's eyes open slightly, alert despite barely sleeping.
Lexi stirs between Revan and Koa, her face peaceful in sleep. She looks younger like this, softer. Nothing like the girl who put a bullet in her father's chest and walked away without looking back.
But I know she's still in there, just beneath the surface. The monster she became to survive.
Our monster.
Who made us her monsters in return.
"We should go," I say to Rev. "Got practice at nine."
"Yeah."
We dress quietly, and I'm almost to the door when Lexi's voice stops me.
"Atticus?"