Chapter Eleven #2
He reached to the bedside table, his movements efficient even as the tension built, then returned to her, his hands steady as he prepared her carefully, deliberately, his focus locked on her reactions, her breath, the way her body shifted under his touch.
She didn’t stay still. Couldn’t.
Her body moved over Aleksy, the friction pulling soft, broken sounds from her as she tried to find rhythm before it even began. And from Aleksy’s growls and groans, he was enjoying it too.
Jarek’s hand slid away after a moment, preparing himself, his control tightening as he positioned himself again, letting her feel him there.
Waiting.
“Push back against me, sweetness,” he said quietly. “We move when you say.”
Her eyes locked on Aleksy’s, her hand gripping Jarek’s and did as he asked as he pressed forward. Her body opening around his possession, and Jarek watched it happen. That moment. That connection.
Aleksy reached up, his hand coming to her face, his thumb brushing her cheek—and for the first time, Jarek saw it.
The tremor. Small. Real.
“Are you okay, my love?” she asked him softly.
Aleksy’s breath left him in a quiet exhale. “Hell yes.”
She smiled, something softer breaking through the heat as she rolled her hips slightly, her voice dropping, need threading through it now.
“Then move,” she said. “Both of you. Please.”
Jarek didn’t make her ask again. He drew back just enough, then pressed forward slowly, controlled, letting her adjust to him, her body opening, tightening, welcoming him in a way that nearly broke his control completely.
Her breath shattered.
“Just like that,” she whispered.
Aleksy’s hands steadied at her hips as Jarek began to move, building the rhythm slowly, deliberately, letting her body take it, respond to it.
And she did. God, she did.
She met them both, every movement, her hips rising, matching, pulling them deeper, closer, the connection tightening between all three of them with every shift.
Aleksy arched beneath her, driving deeper into her, the movement pulling a sharp sound from her as her body tightened around him.
“You feel how fast it’s coming?” he murmured.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Don’t slow down.”
They didn’t. They couldn’t.
The pace deepened, stronger now, Jarek’s grip tightening at her hips as he held her where he needed her—where they needed her—his control slipping as her body reacted faster, tighter, closer to the edge.
Aleksy’s hand slid between them, precise, controlled, adding pressure that sent everything spiking at once.
Tamsin gasped, her body tightening immediately.
“God—you’ve got me, lover,” Aleksy groaned. “Take me with you.”
Jarek didn’t break rhythm. Didn’t stop.
“You’re right there,” he said, his voice rough, his breath uneven as he felt her body shift again, tightening, climbing.
She was, he could feel it.
Her breath broke again as the pressure surged, her body pulling them both with her.
“Let it go,” Aleksy said.
And just like that she did. Her body came apart hard, tightening around both of them as the release hit, deeper, stronger, pulling everything from her as she cried out, the sound cutting through him as his own control finally snapped.
He followed her, his body tightening as he came with her, holding her there, anchoring her through it as everything crashed down around them.
Aleksy followed seconds later, his breath breaking as he came apart beneath her, his hands still holding her steady as the intensity peaked and finally faded.
For a long moment—nothing moved.
Her body trembled between them, her breath uneven, her pulse racing as the aftermath settled into something quieter. Something deeper.
Jarek eased back slightly as Aleksy shifted beneath her, guiding her down into the bed between them, both of them pulling her in without needing to think about it.
Without needing to ask.
She didn’t pull away. Didn’t even try.
Aleksy’s hand came to her hair, brushing it back from her face, his touch softer now, grounding.
“You know we love you, right?” he said quietly.
Jarek felt that land. Felt it settle.
Tamsin’s smile came slow and certain.
“Yeah,” she said softly. “I kinda figured that out already.”
Jarek huffed a quiet breath, his hand sliding over her side, pulling her closer against him.
“About time,” he muttered.
She laughed softly, the sound warm, unguarded—and then something shifted.
Jarek felt it. It wasn’t physical or visible in any way, but it was real. The bond—what had been there before, quiet, restrained, held at a distance—locked inside them. Connected.
Tamsin stilled for a second, her breath catching as her hand came to Aleksy’s chest, then to Jarek’s, her gaze moving between them.
“Okay,” she said softly, something like wonder threading through her voice. “Yeah ... that’s new.”
Jarek smiled, slower this time, something deeper behind it. “You finally stopped fighting it.”
“I didn’t stop fighting,” she said, her lips curving. “I chose.”
That—that mattered more than anything.
Aleksy’s forehead rested briefly against hers. “That’s all we needed.”
Tamsin looked between them, something softer settling into her expression now, something steady.
“My Razorbacks,” she said, her voice quieter, but sure. “You charged into my life and somehow made it better.”
Jarek let out a low laugh, pulling her closer. “We tend to do that.”
Aleksy’s hand slid over her hair again, his voice quieter, grounded. “And we’re not going anywhere.”
“Good,” she said.
Jarek pressed a kiss to her shoulder, his arm tightening around her as he settled back with her between them. “Because neither are you.”
She didn’t argue. She just shifted closer, fitting into them like she’d always belonged there.
And for the first time, there was no unanswered question between them.
No hesitation. No distance left to close.
Just the three of them.
And the future they’d chosen. Together.