52. Aurora
W hen I wake up the next morning, I am completely engulfed by all three of them.
Everest is spooning me from behind, his arms completely wrapped around me and his legs entwined with mine.
Griffin has one of his hands wrapped around my thigh and the other tucked beneath my chin, while Harden has his arm draped over Griffin to gently hold my hand. It’s both suffocating and exhilarating.
If someone would have told me three months ago, that the three men who hadn’t spoken to me in a year, were not only sharing a bed with me, but had just shared me period, I’d have laughed in their face.
I still wouldn’t believe it myself if my body weren’t so deliciously sore in all the right places.
Last night was surreal, unexpected in every way, but also absolutely perfect, and despite the cuts and bruises I would do it all again in a heartbeat.
I don’t want to get up, but my bladder feels like it’s about to burst, so I carefully untangle myself, trying my best not to wake them, as I slip out of bed and head to the bathroom.
Once done, I focus on the pounding in my head, glancing around for some painkillers but coming up empty.
Shaking my head, I grab one of Harden’s jerseys from his dresser, and silently slip out of the room.
The house is a bit of a mess, but I sidestep cups and bottles as I make my way downstairs, in desperate search of coffee and meds.
Bishop is by the front door, peeling a beautiful blond girl I vaguely recognize from his mouth, who offers me a shy smile as I pass them. When I reach the kitchen and start up a fresh pot of coffee, it isn’t long until he joins me.
“Well, well, well, good morning, trouble. I didn’t think I’d see you up and walking today,” he jokes, and I roll my eyes, turning to face him as I wait for the coffee to brew.
“Very funny,” I reply sarcastically, and he winks, jumping up onto the counter facing me, and taking out a cold slice of pizza from a box beside him.
“So, you finally taught your brother how to share, huh?” he asks, taking a big bite, and I scrunch my nose up a little at his assessment. “I bet there are some pigs flying outside,” he adds, and I shake my head at how ridiculous he is.
“You’re an asshole, you know that right?”
Bishop only grins wide at my assessment.
“Isn’t that why you love me so much?” he teases, finishing off his slice of pizza, before clearing his throat.
“In all seriousness, is this thing with you and them really happening?” His question shouldn’t catch me off guard, not considering how close he is to all of us, and all I can do is nod. “Does Archer know?”
Again, his question shouldn’t surprise me, but still I hide my flinch at the mention of my brother. “No, he doesn’t know, none of my family do.”
“Do you think they will be okay with it? I mean, I’m sure your mom would come around, she’s always been cool, but Archer,” he cringes a little at the mention of my brother, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck.
“I can’t imagine Archer Gray being happy about any boyfriend you had, let alone three. ”
I open my mouth to respond, but Everest beats me to it.
“I’ll deal with whatever fallout comes with our relationship,” he snaps, erasing the distance between us, his stare searing into mine, silently asking if I am okay.
I smile softly, letting his words settle something inside of me, and I know in that moment that Bishop sees it, because he laughs.
“Damn, never thought I’d see the day that Everest Monroe was well and truly whipped.”
My own laugh bursts from my throat before I can stop it, Everest’s stare narrowing, but I can’t help it, because I never thought I’d see the day either.
“I’ve always been fucking whipped when it comes to her, now I’m just making it everyone else’s problem too.” He shrugs, as if his words didn’t just melt my insides, before pulling out two mugs and pouring us both a cup of coffee.
“Don’t we fucking know it, Monroe,” Griffin replies, stepping into the kitchen, with Harden slowly walking in behind him, and my stare heats as it takes in their naked torsos. “Keep looking at me like that, sweetheart, and I’ll give poor Bishop here a show he didn’t ask for.”
Bishop only groans. “God, you fuckers are going to be even worse than before, aren’t you?
” He shakes his head, grabbing another slice of pizza from the box, before excusing himself.
“Again, please no fucking in the communal areas, it’s a dick move.
” He tosses his words over his shoulder before he disappears out of sight, stomping up the stairs.
Griffin barely pays him any attention, as Everest moves to rest between my thighs against the counter, while Griffin moves to make Harden and himself a cup of coffee too.
Harden takes a seat across the island from us, his heated stare trailing over me, and it’s only now I remember I am wearing his jersey.
“Did you sleep okay?” I ask, knowing how hard last night must have been for him, but as his eyes trail up to mine, a soft smile coats his mouth.
“I slept perfectly,” he tells me, and it only causes that warm feeling inside of me to ignite even more, but Bishop's words have left something tainted behind.
“What are we going to tell people?” I can’t help but ask, barely above a whisper, and all of them turn their focus to me.
“People already think you and Harden are together, we can just continue on with that,” Griffin replies, not seeming to be worried about anything, and I feel Everest’s hands tighten around me.
“And what about the people that matter?” I snap back, the thoughts of my mom and dad, and even worse, Archer, stirring up inside of me. “Bishop said…”
Everest turns me in his hold. “I don’t give a fuck what Bishop said. The only people that matter are standing in this kitchen princess, everyone else is irrelevant.” His reassuring stare bores into mine, crashing into the doubts inside of me, clouding them completely.
“You know, I hate to agree with Monroe, Rora, but he’s right,” Griffin cuts in, moving to drop beside Harden. “Who gives a fuck what anyone thinks of this, as long as we know that we want it, right?” I nod, knowing they are right, but still feeling anxiety churn deep inside of me.
“And we all want this, right?” Harden asks, his voice sounding nervous as he looks between us all, and it cuts me deep to see him even questioning it. After all he has been through, he deserves to know how wanted he is.
“Yes, we want this,” Everest snaps impatiently, and it only makes Harden smile.
“It was the taste of my cum that won you over, wasn’t it?” he teases, and I blush furiously, thinking about what he did with it.
“It does taste pretty damn good,” Griffin answers him, leaning into him and pressing a kiss to his throat.
My blood heats once more, and I push against Everest and slip down off the counter, leaning up onto my toes to kiss him.
He responds instantly, deepening the kiss, as he pulls me against him until I am panting and breathless.
When I pull back I turn instantly to the other two, keeping my head high, even as my heart thunders in my chest. I move with intent, stopping beside Griffin first and claiming his mouth with mine.
He kisses me with everything he’s got, practically pulling me into his lap, and grunting into my mouth before reluctantly letting me go.
When he passes me to Harden, I lock all my doubts into the deepest depths of my mind, letting the way he accepts me so easily, comfort me instantly.
His arms wrap around me like a vice, like now that he’s touched me, he can’t bear to stop, and it sends a shudder down my spine.
His kiss is slow, deep, the kind that takes your breath away, and fills you with so much need that you feel like you might pass out.
My heart is racing when I pull away, but still I ensure my voice is steady, as I respond, “Yes, I want this, I want everything with all of you.”
My words charge the atmosphere between us all, and it takes every ounce of restraint to pull myself away from them and go back to my coffee. Everest cooks us all breakfast, ignoring taunts from Griffin, before we all move to the sofa and end up spending the day watching old movies.
I take comfort in their words and actions, but Bishop's musings still ring in my ears hours later.
The next few weeks follow the same routine.
I go to class, watch the guys play hockey, and spend my nights wrapped up between them.
Everest claims me every spare second he gets, taking my mouth, pussy, and ass, any way he can get me, and even reluctantly sharing me a few more times.
Griffin is more reckless in his pursuits, he finds me in the library, the kitchen, even Everest’s bathroom, fucking me hard and fast until I am screaming out his name.
I’ve found myself between him and Harden a few times, but Harden hasn’t done more than touch me with his hands, and let me put my mouth on him.
I know he finds it harder than the other two, but every time he kisses me I feel him getting more desperate, and I know whenever he chooses to break, it will be explosive.
I’m still staying at the house every night, but I’ve managed to slip back to my dorm a few times, but each time I have left empty-handed.
There have been no more letters, no more gifts, no more anything.
I try to take solace in that, but I know better.
I’ve heard the guys talking in their hushed voices, about Jason still being missing, and even though I haven’t fully wrapped my head around the fact that it’s him, the sound of his name still makes me flinch.