Chapter 10
CHAPTER
TEN
ADDISON
I have to be dead.
When I manage to crack open one blurry eye, it’s pitch black in the room, and I have no clue where the hell I am or what time it is.
The sheets are caught around my legs, like I’ve spent the night fighting for my life, and my mouth is dry as hell.
I reach blindly toward where I hope there’s a nightstand, praying my phone somehow made it here with me—though considering I can barely remember my own name right now, that feels a little optimistic.
But then my fingers brush against something cold and familiar. I flip my phone over, and the second the screen lights up, my eye snaps shut again like I’ve just been eye-fucked by the sun.
Squinting, I manage to catch the time.
Ugh, 2:49 a.m.
A groan punches out of me as I flop back onto the bed, dragging a hand down my face.
I flick my phone’s flashlight on, blinking through what I’m pretty sure is one bloodshot eye, trying to get a read on where I am, and then it all comes rushing back to me. Drinking with Roman, Zeke, and Jasper, followed by Roman hauling my drunk ass to bed.
So, yeah. I guess I stayed the night. Or half the night. Whatever.
I swing my legs out of bed because my bladder is screaming at me. I push up to stand, wobbling slightly, but thankfully, I’m sober enough—or at least not dead enough—to think for myself. Shuffling toward the door like some sad zombie, I crack it open and step into the hall.
Of course these rich assholes have the biggest cabin on the mountain.
Stepping out of the room, I spot a light spilling down the hall—the bathroom, thank God.
After taking care of business and rinsing my hands under water that I really wish was warmer, I start to tiptoe back to my room when I hear voices.
I freeze, my heart thudding against my ribs as I strain to listen.
That’s definitely Roman, though the words are lost in the darkness.
I know exactly what I’m listening for, and yeah, maybe it’s the alcohol still buzzing through my veins, or perhaps it’s just pure curiosity, but my feet are already moving before my brain can catch up with why this is probably a terrible idea.
I follow the sounds, each step taking me closer until they’re unmistakable.
When I slowly push the door open, it feels like stumbling straight into a porno I didn’t even know I needed—three almost-naked men, wearing nothing but boxer briefs, standing at the foot of the bed in what can only be described as a perfect triangle of lust.
Zeke drags slow, open-mouthed kisses down Roman’s throat, his fingers sinking against Jasper’s ass, pulling him closer in a way that makes my thighs clench. Roman groans into Jasper’s mouth as they kiss, his hands roaming in a way that feels… familiar.
Jasper gasps when Roman fists a hand in his hair, yanking his head back to kiss him harder, rougher, while Zeke’s fingers slip beneath the waistband of Jasper’s briefs, teasing the crease of his ass.
Roman’s other hand grips Zeke’s hair, yanking him closer, dragging him into the kiss until all three of them are a mess of greedy mouths and possessive hands.
I should look away, but I’m frozen.
I shouldn’t be standing here, pressing my thighs together like some shameless voyeur, but holy hell, they’re intoxicating.
Roman’s body is a masterpiece. Tattoos cover every muscle, from his neck to his thighs, like someone took sex and sketched it across his skin. And yeah, I’m like many women who have a serious thing for ink, especially when it’s wrapped around a body like his.
The other two are both unmarked, but no less lethal. Smooth, golden skin stretched over sculpted muscle that speaks to every hour spent in the gym and on the ice.
I need to drag my sorry, aching body back to the empty bed I crawled out of and pretend I never saw any of this. Pretend I’m not already imagining what it would feel like to be pinned between them.
But of course, the floorboard betrays me with a creak as I take a step back.
Stupid, ancient, noisy-as-hell cabin.
With Roman’s mouth still claiming his throat, Jasper’s eyes lift and find mine through the dark, looking at me like he knew I’d be here.
Heat floods my body, and I know I’m not just watching anymore—I’m prey, caught in a web I wove myself the second I followed their voices, and there’s no chance in hell he’s letting me walk away.
Jasper doesn’t say a word. He keeps my secret, never looking away, even as his fingertips trace Zeke’s spine. Zeke arches into his touch, turning his head until Roman’s mouth finds his, and they start kissing like they’ve been dying to tear each other apart.
The last thirty seconds feel like thirty minutes. Jasper’s eyes haven’t left me once, and when I force myself to step back, his voice cuts through the air.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, angel.”
Jasper grips Zeke and Roman by the backs of their necks, forcing them to turn and look at me, standing there like an idiot in nothing but a tank and panties, caught red-handed.
“Don’t even think about walking out that door.”
“I-I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry,” I stammer, my voice so small I barely recognize it.
“For what?” Jasper asks, none of them making any attempt to send me away. “For watching the way we love each other, or for wanting to feel it?”
“Don’t… not again,” I plead.
“Not ever… because nothing happened before, did it?” Jasper fires back.
He steps forward, and I flick my gaze past him, catching the way Roman and Zeke watch, their eyes dark and their bodies coiled like they’re just waiting for permission to pounce.
When Jasper reaches me, he braces one hand against the doorframe, and his body heat wraps around me as his lips skim the shell of my ear.
“Five years, and I’ve never stopped wanting you. None of us have. But it’s always your choice.” My breath hitches, knowing this gorgeous man is mine to take. “But if it were up to me, angel, you’d be naked and crying my name before you could convince yourself you shouldn’t want this.”
I stumble back a step, caught between a desire so fierce it burns and the truth that, once again, these men will leave.
Sunday.
That gives me just a handful of nights to remember what it feels like to have them close before they get on that flight back to Boston, leaving me with fresh memories to torture myself with.
“Don’t fucking move, princess.” Roman’s voice freezes me in place.
“I mean it. Stop running and get your ass in the chair.” He gestures to the corner while I stand there, struck dumb by the authority in his voice.
“I’m not playing, Addie. Sit down and watch because I know you want them.
” Them, not him—and the way he separates himself from that equation makes my stomach knot.
“But you need to see what we are when we’re together and what it’ll mean when you’re a part of it. ”
“I’m not—” I whisper, my voice shaking.
“You. Are.” Roman cuts me off, firm and final. “You always have been.”
I take a deep breath, searching for either courage or sanity, anything to drown out the voice in my head telling me to run.
Jasper sees it—the second the fight leaves my body. He lifts his hand toward me, and I glance down at it before meeting his eyes, and what I see there guts me.
The cocky, confident man I’ve always known is gone, and in his place is something raw and exposed. This is Jasper stripped bare, needing me to choose him, to choose them. Not because he wants to take, but because he needs me to want this just as badly as he does.
I take his hand, and he pulls me against his chest, his lips hovering just above mine. I melt right there because this is really happening, and there’s no going back from this cliff we’re about to plunge over.
“Do as he says, angel.”
My eyes drop to Jasper’s mouth, to those full, perfect lips, but I already know he won’t kiss me.
“If you want out at any point, no one will stop you.” He pauses, his thumb grazing the inside of my wrist where my pulse thrashes wildly beneath my skin.
"But if you stay, I’d love nothing more than to watch your fingers disappear into those little pink panties while you see our boy stretch me open and fuck me raw. ”
He could mean Zeke.
He could mean Roman.
But the way he says our boy, I know exactly who he means.
Our Roman.
Jasper threads his fingers through mine and leads me to the chair.
My heart hammers, my body already on edge as he turns and walks back toward them.
He reaches Zeke first, grabbing the front of his throat and pulling him into a kiss so fierce I swear I feel it tear through me.
His eyes flick to mine for a brief moment before he groans, wraps a hand around the back of Zeke’s head, and deepens the kiss.
Roman moves in behind Jasper, his hands sliding down Jasper’s boxer briefs to tug them past his thighs.
Jasper kicks them away, baring himself without shame, his body taut and trembling under their hands.
Roman’s mouth trails over Jasper’s neck, lips and teeth dragging across heated, flushed skin, and the sound that rips from Jasper’s throat is so erotic, so filthy, that I have to press my thighs together just to get the slightest bit of relief.
Roman reaches for something on the bed, the light catching the bottle in his hand—lube. He pours some into his palm, then slides his hand between Jasper’s cheeks. With Zeke pressed tight against his front and Roman at his back, Jasper lets out a broken, needy groan.
“Feel good, baby?” Zeke murmurs, wrapping his hand around Jasper’s beautifully thick cock.
“Jesus, don’t stop.” Jasper pants, grinding between them. “Keep touching me like that.”
One minute, I’m alcohol-drunk, and the next, I’m soaked between the thighs watching three men lose themselves in each other.
When I lift my gaze, I find all three pairs of eyes set on me. They’re waiting for me to realize this is too much and bolt, but they don’t know that I’ve never felt more alive.