Chapter 16 #2
“Get inside her, Zeke,” Roman bites out, his voice ragged as he steps closer.
“She doesn’t want it sweet. She wants to be fucked like she’s the only thing that’s ever mattered.
” His gaze drags down my body like it physically hurts him to look and not touch.
“That’s what gets her off. When it’s so fucking raw, she’ll still feel you the next day, every inch of her marked by how badly you needed her.
” He exhales hard, his jaw tight. “She wants to be reminded that she’s it, that she’s the one. ”
The way Roman gets lost in his memories of us—it does something to me. I feel like I’m one second from falling apart, from tears or release, and I can’t even tell which.
Roman and Zeke move in, slotting themselves above me and Jasper like they’ve done it a hundred times before. Their focus is absolute, all that hungry attention zeroed in on the only thing they want—us.
Roman pops the cap off the lube with a snap, and before I can even catch my breath, Zeke’s mouth is on me. He licks a line straight up my chest, taking his time as he circles my nipple, sucking and biting until pleasure sparks along my spine.
He drops between my thighs, flattens his tongue, and drags it right across my clit.
“Holy shit—”
“She tastes phenomenal, doesn’t she?” Jasper pants out.
“Fucking beautiful.”
When I glance down at Roman, he’s a perfect mirror of Zeke—his mouth wrapped around Jasper’s cock, fingers buried deep, working him open.
Watching the way Roman touches Jasper makes my pussy throb, and I know Zeke can feel it. He wraps his lips around my clit, and I break. There’s no slow build, no teasing edge, just a brutal, blinding orgasm that leaves me gasping and my legs trembling as I squeeze his head between my thighs.
“Zeke… Jesus—”
He doesn’t stop licking me through it, moaning into my pussy like he can’t get enough. Then his hand shoots out, grabbing Roman by the back of the neck, and he slams their mouths together. Roman groans into it, tongue-fucking Zeke like he’s desperate to suck every trace of me off his lips.
“See how much Roman misses your pussy, baby,” Jasper murmurs as his hand slides between my shaking thighs. “Fuck… you made a beautiful mess.”
Zeke pulls back from Roman and presses their foreheads together, both of them breathless, sweat slick, and wild-eyed.
“Share, big guy,” Jasper teases, and Roman’s smirk is pure filth as he lowers his mouth to his.
“Addie?” Zeke’s voice pulls me back in, and I turn my gaze to where he’s settled between my thighs, the thick head of his cock brushing against my clit.
“Listen, we can stop right now if you want. We don’t use protection because it’s always just been the three of us, but we should’ve had this conversation first. Honestly, I don’t think any of us expected this to actually happen. ”
“I did… Fuck,” Jasper groans. “They’re in the nightstand beside you… Shit, Rome, keep fucking my ass like that.”
Zeke laughs, reaching over to grab the box of condoms, but I cover his hand with mine.
“Can I just feel you? If you don’t want to, I get it, but I’m on birth control, and I got tested after Mikey… and I haven’t been with anyone since.”
My periods are irregular as hell and painful enough that I’ve been on birth control for years, but right now doesn’t feel like the time to explain that it has nothing to do with preventing pregnancy.
“You think I want anything between us after all this time?” he says, pressing a kiss to the swell of my breast before he starts to push in slow, thick, and bare. My back arches as he stretches me open, every part of me straining to take him. “Breathe, beautiful girl. This pussy was made for us.”
Roman suddenly ignores his own no-touching rule and grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“I’m only going to say this once, princess.
” I’m strung tight, the stretch of Zeke’s cock still pulsing through me, but all I can focus on is him.
“If you ever say your ex-husband’s name while one of us is touching you again, I’ll get Jasper to fuck your throat so deep that the only name you’ll remember is the one making you gag. ”
He tenderly strokes my cheek, and I realize that this possessive bastard is still my possessive bastard, and I can’t help what that does to me.
“It’s not an empty threat, angel. I’ll fucking do it,” Jasper growls, but Roman shuts him up with his mouth, kissing him hard as he starts to pound into him while Zeke does the same to me.
The whole room dissolves into a mess of grunts, moans, and slapping skin, and I swear I’ve never been this turned on in my entire life.
Whatever this is—this wild, filthy, perfect fuckfest—it’s exactly what I’ve always dreamed of with them.
“Holy shit, don’t stop… I’m so close.”
“You gonna come for us, Addison?”
“Yes, god, yes—”
“Come on my cock. Let me feel that pussy grip me.” I clutch Zeke’s shoulders, clinging as my body locks up, and I tighten around him.
“Good girl.” He groans, fucking me rougher right through my orgasm, drawing it out, and making every nerve in my body spark and burn.
“Such a good fucking girl. Keep squeezing me, just like that.”
Zeke drops his mouth to mine, kissing me hard as he slams into me one last time. He finishes inside me, and when he pulls back, those green eyes hold me still, the world narrowing to nothing but this.
“Get on my dick, angel. Can’t let Zeke have all the fun.
” Roman shifts onto his knees, eyes darkening as the seconds pass, and he gives me a small nod.
I move to climb over Jasper, facing him, but his hands catch my waist before I can settle.
“Uh-uh, face our guy… Make him remember what it’s like to be inside you. ”
“You really think I could ever forget?”
I turn slowly, straddling Jasper in reverse, my back arching as I settle onto him.
Roman’s right there.
He’s so close.
If I leaned forward just an inch, I could press my cheek to his skin and lose myself in the comfort of him again. If I reached out, I could weave my fingers through his hair and pull him to me like I used to.
Like I still want to.
I don’t look away.
Neither does he.
“Holy fuck, you feel… Jesus fucking Christ, Addie, you feel so good.” Jasper groans, his hands gripping my hips tight as he helps me ride him.
Roman picks up the pace, his thrusts turning rougher and deeper. His eyes never leave mine—golden fire pinning me in place as he watches every flicker of pleasure that rolls through me.
“You got one more in you, baby? You came so fucking perfect for Zeke… Think you can come just as pretty for me and Rome?”
With Roman, it always happened easily. He knew my body better than I did. Zeke only has to look at me, and I’m halfway gone. And now, with Jasper buried inside me, it’s like they’ve all found the switch and can flick it whenever they want.
Zeke slides in close, fingers finding my clit, circling it while his mouth locks onto my nipple. I cry out, my whole body tightening as another orgasm tears through me so hard I’m pretty sure I see the entire universe.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Jasper chokes out, pulling me down hard as he spills inside me.
Roman pulls out of Jasper and moves in, his eyes wild. “Look at me,” he growls. “Eyes on me, princess.”
I hold his gaze, not daring to look away as he fists his cock and strokes fast. A broken roar rips from his throat as he unloads all over my pussy, painting me like I still belong to him.
I slide my fingers through the mess and bring them to my lips, tasting him, probably tasting Zeke and Jasper too, but this is for Roman. I want him to know I still ache for him, even if he can’t bring himself to touch me right now.
He inhales sharply, freezing as he watches, his gaze dropping to my mouth. I see him teeter on the edge for a moment, torn between restraint and hunger. He jolts forward like he’s going to kiss me, ready to take what he wants, but catches himself at the last second, stopping just shy of me.
“I am fucking ruined in the best way.” Jasper moans from beneath me, shattering the moment.
Eventually, all four of us end up sprawled across the bed. I know I’ll need a shower soon, we all will, but I’m not ready to break this afterglow just yet.
“I hope Coach’s ceremony still happens Saturday,” Zeke says, his fingers threading lazily through my hair.
My head rests on his chest, his body pressed against Roman’s, while Jasper is spread across my legs like he plans to stay there forever.
“If the date changes, I don’t think we’ll get the chance to come back. ”
“I hope so too, otherwise, my mom’s going to be unbearable.”
“Give the woman a break,” Roman says, chuckling. “She’s had to put up with your dad for decades.”
Jasper lifts his head just enough to chime in. “Don’t talk about Brenda like that, Addie. She used to send the team cookies.”
“She still does.”
“Your dad’s lucky to have a good woman,” Zeke adds.
“Yeah, maybe.”
There’s a beat of silence, then Zeke gently nudges me. “Okay, explain that.”
“I just think she could’ve been firmer with my dad sometimes. You know how he could be, but I don’t know… She’d have me back with Mikey tomorrow if she had her way.”
“Why the fuck would she be okay with that?” Roman blurts, saying exactly what everyone else is thinking.
“She’s never believed in divorce. To her, marriage is something you endure, no matter what. Not that my dad would ever actually hurt her, but I think she’d stay with him even if he did.”
“Did you ever consider staying with Mikey?” Zeke asks.
“Not once. I think I was already looking for a way out, and thankfully, he handed it to me.”
“So what’s next for you, princess?” I turn my face toward Roman, meeting his stare. “Do you think you’ll get divorced?”
The question catches me off guard—not because I haven’t thought about it, but because no one’s actually said it out loud. Everything's just been sitting in limbo, suspended in this awful in-between where we're separated but not moving forward.
“I don’t want to stay a King any longer than I have to,” I say honestly. “So yeah, the sooner I can start the process, the better.”
“Does he know there’s no chance you’re getting back together?” Jasper cuts in, sitting up slightly. “Because Mikey was always a persistent fuck. You know I always hated you around him.”
“I was lost for a long time, and he was there when I needed someone, but marrying him was never truly what I wanted.”
“So what does Addison Hope want now?” Zeke asks, deliberately using my maiden name.
“Happiness. That’s all. What about you three?”
Roman glances at Jasper. Jasper looks to Zeke. Zeke's gaze finds Roman, and I suddenly feel like I’ve been left out of something I didn’t even know was happening. Silence stretches between us until I sit up slowly, shifting Jasper off my legs so I can see all three of them properly.
“What aren’t you saying?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know what they want.”
Jasper sits up, pushing his hand through his hair.
“Dude, I love you, but I swear, if you keep acting like the way you feel about Addie is somehow separate from the way Zeke and I feel, I’m gonna knock you the fuck out.
There’s no just ‘me and Zeke,’” Jasper says, looking between us.
“Whether you admit it or not, we all feel the same. You can guard that big, messed-up heart of yours, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re still in love with her.
” Roman’s silence says more than any denial could.
“What we want is you, angel. All of us, including Roman, and I’m sick of pretending like that’s not what this is.
We’re already all in, every single one of us, and I’m done dancing around it. ”
“Jasper…” Zeke says softly as Jasper stands, grabbing his underwear and yanking it on like he can’t stand to be exposed for another second.
“No. Fuck that—no. I already have to hide the most important people in my life. I’m not doing it here too.
Not with Addie. Not with Roman. Not with whatever the hell is still going on between them—whatever’s always been going on between them.
” He rakes a hand through his hair, pacing like he’s trying to outrun the chaos in his mind.
“I can’t do it. I can’t keep up. I’m drowning, and I can only hold it together for so long. ”
“Jasper, I’m sorry,” Roman says, his voice gentler than I’ve ever heard. “I know this is hard. It’s hard for all of us, but I love you, okay? No amount of hiding changes that.”
Jasper turns, and the look on his face shatters something inside me. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”
Roman’s face crumbles. “What?”
Zeke’s already moving, grabbing his underwear and crossing the room in seconds.
“Why can’t I kiss you out there? Why can’t I kiss Zeke? I don’t even need you to answer. I already know why, but it shouldn’t matter.”
“Baby, look at me,” Zeke says, forcing Jasper’s frantic pacing to still. “If you want to go public, we’ll do it the second we’re back. If that’s what you need, we’ll figure it out. You know we only agreed to live like this for as long as it worked for all of us.”
Roman’s already pulled on a pair of shorts and moves in beside them, and I watch Jasper visibly ease the moment both his men are close.
“I’m sorry,” Roman says, pressing his forehead to Jasper’s. “I’d give anything to kiss you out there. And the day I do, I’ll do it so fucking proudly. You know that.”
The moment is wrapped in the kind of love most people never get to see, and suddenly, I’m painfully aware that I don’t belong here—at least, not right now. I slip off the bed as quietly as possible, my feet barely skimming the floor, as I try to slip out of the room without anyone noticing.
“Stop, Addison,” Zeke says, reaching out his hand toward me. “He needs you too. Or do you still not get that?” The softness in his green eyes practically breaks me. “We all do.”
My chest tightens as I step back into them. Jasper pulls me into his arms immediately, pressing me to his chest. Roman and Zeke close in around us, their arms sliding around our bodies until there’s no space between us.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Jasper murmurs into my hair, pressing his cheek to the top of my head as he cradles me.
“Rome.” Zeke’s voice breaks the quiet, acknowledging something unspoken but deeply understood by all of us.
“I know,” Roman answers, his tone heavy with the same realization.
It’s there in the silence and in the way we're all holding onto each other—the confirmation that together we’re whole.