Epilogue #2
Eva giggled, and goddamn, that sound still pinched in my chest after all these years.
She took me deep into her throat as Alek worked his way into me, wrapping her fingers around my length as Cole worked her back and forth.
Alek dropped kisses on my neck, down my spine, anywhere he could, as he fucked me slowly and deeply and so fucking perfect.
Eva couldn’t say a thing, couldn’t do anything but suck my cock and moan as Cole and I fucked her, gently pushing her back and forth between us in time with Alek’s thrusts into me.
Cole bent forward and lifted one hand to my neck, dragging me forward so he could kiss me, his mouth still tasting of Eva. Our tongues tangled together for an instant, and then he moaned.
“Fuck, Tristan, this is so—” He couldn’t finish.
“I know, baby.”
Alek slid his hands over my back and my ass and my thighs and my shoulders and kept kissing me, his movements steady and sure as he filled me. Fuck, it felt so good.
Eva’s whimpers took a different tone, and she stopped trying to move her head in time with my thrusts. Cole pulled away from me with a grin and moved his fingers to her clit.
“That’s it, sparrow. You feel so fucking good. Gonna put a baby in you tonight. Gonna fill you with my come and get you pregnant. How does that sound?”
Alek’s movements sped up.
“Oh, do you like that, Alek?” I teased. “The thought of our pretty little kitten round with our baby, milk leaking out of her breasts, still greedy for our cocks?”
“Blyat,” Alek swore, fucking me more roughly now, fucking me into Eva’s mouth. Cole sped up too.
Perfect. She was always perfect. Hot and tight and ours.
Eva shattered, screaming around my cock, her whole body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
I followed her over, spilling into her mouth and dribbling down her chin, and fuck, I might have paid more attention, except that Alek was fucking me hard and coming inside me at the same time, and my eyes crossed with the pleasure of it.
“Give me one more, sparrow,” Cole commanded, continuing his fast, hard rhythm. I pulled away from Eva so I could watch him pound into her. “C’mon, princess. Let me knock you up. Let me fill that tight pussy and make a baby with you tonight.”
She shrieked as she came, her fingers clenching into the mattress, her entire body seizing as he threw his head back and did exactly as he’d promised—came inside of her.
Alek pulled out of me so he could watch Cole’s cum leak out of our girl. He made an approving sound then caught it with his fingers and pushed it back inside her.
Eva whimpered at the sensation.
“Greedy girl,” Alek murmured as she dropped her head onto the mattress, collapsing forward with a laugh.
We shifted into aftercare automatically. Cole grabbed a warm washcloth. I fetched a glass of water. And Alek checked her over carefully, pressing kisses to each mark we’d left.
“Good girl,” he praised. “You did so well.”
“I do want kids one day,” she mumbled as she snuggled up to me, her words almost unintelligible with sleep.
I pulled her against my chest. Cole took her other side, and Alek settled at my back, one heavy arm over all of us.
“One day,” I promised her. “When you’re ready.”
“When we’re ready,” Cole said softly, meeting my eyes, his own soft and full of love.
Eva’s breathing evened out quickly, exhaustion finally catching up. I watched her face relax into sleep, felt the weight of Alek’s arm across us both, heard Cole’s steady breathing on the other side of her.
Five years ago, we were broken people doing unforgivable things to each other. We’d hurt her, and she’d had every right to walk away.
But she hadn’t.
Five years of therapy. Of apologies. Of Cole staying sober even when it was hard—especially when it was hard.
Of Alek learning to trust, to let us in.
Of me learning that loving this beautiful polycule meant more than just being useful to them—it meant showing up, working on myself, and doing whatever the fuck it took to protect them.
Tomorrow, Eva would wake at five a.m. She’d drink the coffee Alek had already prepped. She’d wear the scrubs I’d laid out. She’d save lives at Mass General while we went to practice, preparing for the playoffs.
We’d barely see each other for the next two weeks—her schedule was brutal, and we had back-to-back road games coming up.
But we’d make it work.
In two weeks, we’d drive down to Yorkfield. We’d have Easter dinner with Eva’s father and his new girlfriend—five years sober, volunteering, building a life worth living.
“Love you, Tris,” Eva mumbled in her sleep, burrowing deeper into my chest.
My throat tightened. “Love you too, kitten.”
Cole’s hand found hers across the bed. “Love all of you,” he whispered.
“Vsegda,” Alek murmured. Always.
I pressed a kiss to Eva’s hair, her heart beat steady against mine.
Five years, and we were just getting started.
This was what happily ever after looked like for us—messy and complicated and hard-won, built on forgiveness and choice and the absolute fucking certainty that we belonged together.
Cole’s breathing deepened. Alek shifted, pulling us all closer.
This was home—not the brownstone, though I loved it.
Not even Boston. Home was here, the four of us tangled together, choosing each other over and over again in the light and the dark, in moments of victory like tonight’s game, and in defeat, like when Eva lost a patient.
Home was Eva’s soft breathing. Cole’s steady heartbeat. Alek’s protective weight at our backs.
Home was this. Us.
And I was never letting it go.
I closed my eyes, felt sleep pulling at me, and let myself fall.
Safe.
Loved.
Home.