Chapter 16
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
ADDISON
When the sun comes up and I remember where I am, there’s this weird kind of calm that settles over me, something I haven’t felt in a long, long time. Last night, something in me broke, but in that exact moment, I felt a piece of myself start to stitch back together.
Jasper’s arms hold me tight, his body pressed so close it feels like we’re sharing the same heartbeat. His chest rises and falls against my back, and for a moment, I know I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
When I blink one eye open, adjusting to the light filtering through the curtains, I find Zeke watching me.
“You know that’s kind of creepy,” I whisper, my lips curving into a sleepy smile as my eyes flutter shut again.
“Just taking it all in, beautiful,” he murmurs.
His fingers slide into my hair, brushing it back from my face with a tenderness that sends a shiver down my spine. When I open my eyes, the look on his face has changed—still gentle and full of care, but there’s heat simmering beneath it.
I hold his gaze for a long, breathless second before he shifts closer, moving carefully so he doesn’t wake Roman or Jasper.
“I really want to kiss you.” He leans in, brushing his lips against mine. “It’s been so long, Addison.”
Our noses bump, and his mouth hovers close enough to tease but not enough to satisfy.
God, it’s torture.
Finally, I close the space between us. Our lips meet, and his hand cradles my face.
It’s heated, but more than that, it’s relief. It’s as if we’ve been aching for this moment without even realizing how deep the need ran. It’s exactly like the first time, and somehow more.
“I’ve missed you,” I whisper, and he runs his fingers through my hair.
Jasper stirs behind me, his arm slipping away, and then Zeke’s hands are on my waist, pulling me on top of him.
I can’t help but laugh, the sound breaking free as our chests press together.
He kisses me again, deeper this time, and I end up straddling him, my breath catching when I feel just how hard he is beneath me.
His grip tightens as I gently rock, grinding down just enough to ease the pressure coiling low in my belly.
But I want more.
I need more.
I want to feel him, all of him. And even though I’m almost certain he wants it too, a part of me wonders if this is the line he won’t cross.
Roman has his limits. He’ll hold me and soothe me but never push past the boundaries he’s set for himself. I understand that. Jasper, I’d bet anything, would have me seeing stars and not think twice, but Zeke is harder for me to read.
I freeze, holding perfectly still on top of him, searching his face for something—permission, maybe, or a sign that he wants this as badly as I do.
His eyes lock on mine, and it's like he’s trying to unravel everything I’m thinking.
Suddenly, he’s sitting up beneath me, one strong arm curling around my back, pulling me flush against his chest. His lips brush mine, and everything else fades away except the heat thrumming between us.
“There’s nothing you want that I haven’t thought about every single day, but I have to be sure you won’t regret it.”
“I couldn’t,” I whisper. “Not with you… not with them.”
“Fuck, Addison.” His breath shudders out, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear. “You have no idea how much I want to keep you.”
If I give myself over to this, it won’t be a secret.
Everyone will know I belong to three men.
And yes—three, because the truth is, I’ve never stopped loving Roman.
What I feel for Jasper and Zeke burns just as bright, and I know it’s our history, the mess and the magic of it, that’s pulled all of this back into the light so quickly.
It scares me how right it feels, but when I look at Zeke, I see the truth shining in his eyes.
I know it with the kind of certainty that lives in your bones.
I want all of them. I always have.
How would this even work? Would I be tucked away the same way they keep themselves hidden from the world? God knows they’ve done it for years, loving quietly, sacrificing more than anyone should ever have to. But I see the way it eats at them and the way it hurts.
They’ve barely been back in my life for a week, and I’m ready to flip my whole world upside down just for a chance at this.
“Get out of your head, beautiful,” Zeke murmurs.
“There’s no pressure, but I’m not gonna pretend I don’t want you, and I don’t just mean your body.
” His lips find that spot on my neck, and I can’t help the shiver that rips through me.
“If you’re this responsive to my mouth, how are you gonna feel when I’m inside you? ”
“How about we find out?”
Roman.
My body goes still, and my heart skips.
Zeke pulls back slightly, his eyes flicking over his shoulder just as I do the same.
Roman’s propped up against the headboard now, sheets low on his waist, his tattooed chest glistening in the soft light.
He runs a hand through his messy hair, and those amber eyes pierce mine like he’s already inside my head.
“Yeah, I’m done. I’ve been lying here hard as fuck since Zeke said he wanted to kiss you. I figured I’d give you a minute, considering I’ve already had my mouth on both sets of lips.”
“So, what do you say, beautiful? You want me to fuck you while they watch?”
I bite down on my lip and nod, my gaze bouncing between Jasper and Roman as the idea of watching them together again lights me up from the inside out.
“Ah, you wanna watch Roman stuff Jasper full of his cock while you’re dripping down mine?”
Roman’s palm moves over the bulge in his briefs, eyes gone dark with want, as Jasper trails a line of wet, open-mouthed kisses down my neck before catching Zeke by the jaw and kissing him hard.
“You hear that, Captain? Addie wants a show,” Jasper teases, sliding out of the bed and finding a bottle of lube in one of the drawers. He tosses it in the air and catches it with a smirk as he strolls back toward the bed, his eyes on Roman the whole time.
“Both of you on your backs,” Roman commands.
It’s not a question or a suggestion.
It’s an order, and it includes me.
Roman slips out of bed, making space for Jasper to stretch out, and Zeke wastes no time spinning me around and easing me back beside Jasper.
At the foot of the bed, Roman and Zeke turn to face each other, and when their mouths meet, it’s like watching fire devour oxygen. Zeke fists a hand in Roman’s hair, and Roman growls low in his throat.
They’re devastating together.
“Still the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever seen, huh?” Jasper smirks, watching Roman’s mouth move over Zeke’s like he owns every inch of him. “Can’t even pretend I’m not obsessed.”
I reach for Jasper, my thumb stroking his cheek, and when my eyes drop to his mouth, it’s like tumbling straight back to five years ago, to the first time I ever wanted this.
“Not just them,” I whisper.
Jasper doesn’t kiss me.
He devours me.
One second, I’m breathing, and the next, I’m drowning in him. I hook my leg around his waist, hauling him closer like I’ll die if there’s any space between us.
His hands are everywhere—raking up my sides, gripping my ass, and sliding under my T-shirt like it’s not even there. When he shoves his thigh between my legs, I grind down on him, chasing the friction without a hint of shame.
“Touch her, Jasper. I want her ready for me when I slide inside,” Zeke growls from the foot of the bed, but his words barely register as Jasper’s hand slips into the front of my borrowed underwear.
“No problem there, she’s fucking soaked,” he mutters as he pushes a finger inside me, fucking me before adding a second, stretching me until I’m arching off the mattress.
“When was the last time someone made you feel good, Addie? When was the last time you were fucked so right you couldn’t do anything but beg for more? ”
Before I can stop myself, my eyes lift. Roman stands still, his jaw clenched, and those gold-flecked eyes hold mine like he’s living inside the memory I just slipped into.
Yeah, baby. Yeah, it was you.
I don’t need to say it out loud. We can all feel it.
“The way he fucks… it’s everything, right?” Jasper whispers in my ear, and I nod, my body strung so tight I feel like I might snap. “Zeke will make you see stars, too, angel. His cock… fuck, it feels so damn good.”
Heat climbs up my spine, and my hand lowers, closing around Jasper’s cock through his underwear. I tighten my grip around him, dragging my palm down the length of him.
“Take these off.”
Jasper strips off his underwear, and holy shit, his dick is beautiful.
Of course it is.
It’s Jasper.
He wraps a hand around the base, giving it a slow stroke. I reach out and cover his hand with mine, sliding my thumb over the precum already smeared across the head. I bring it to my lips, tasting him, loving the way his breath stutters and his eyes go dark when I swallow.
“Fuck…” A groan cuts through the air, but it doesn’t come from Jasper.
Roman stands there, fully naked. Zeke is flush against his side—just as bare and just as unfairly beautiful—his lean frame pressed tight to Roman’s bulk.
He’s got his mouth on Roman’s neck, dragging slow, wet kisses down his throat.
His hand wraps around his cock, and that’s when I see his piercing for the first time.
Silver gleams at the tip like it’s begging to be played with.
Now all I want is to drop to my knees and wrap my lips around him, feel that metal drag across my tongue as he fucks my mouth with those tattooed hands buried in my hair.
“You two look so good together,” Roman rasps.
“Both of you need to get over here,” Jasper orders as he begins to strip me of my clothes, leaving me naked for the first time in front of all of them. “Pretty sure we’re both more than ready to get fucked.”