Chapter 66 Adela #2
“Do you remember when I took your virginity?” he asks.
I stare into his eyes, searching for the direction he’s taking this.
His face hardens. “I thought you were going to choose me.”
“You just said so yourself. You have my virginity. I chose you every day for two years, Cody.”
He stares at me, unblinking. “Are you still my girl?”
I let my fingers caress his face. I have always loved this face. This is always what I imagined any time I felt pleasure –– it was always him.
His eyes travel around my features. “Answer me.”
I shrug. “You didn’t… You didn’t let me break up with you, so I guess I am.”
“You guess,” he smirks, and his voice turns sharp. “Answer the fucking question, Adela. Are we still together?”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
I nod as his grip on my neck tightens.
“And what do you suppose I do with my girlfriend cheating on me?”
I grin.
Actually.
Fully and completely unguarded.
I grab his wrist and pull his hand off my neck. And then I’m sitting up. I push his shoulders, forcing him underneath me. I’m surprised he lets me, but I think the smile on my face catches him off guard.
I lean in and whisper, “Let me get one thing straight, Cody.” I grab his hard dick in his black jeans.
“You used your dick all around town, and then your teammates showed me the videos of my boyfriend fucking a ton of other women,” I yell in his face.
“I am not the cheater. You are, and this right here––” I point around the room, “is your doing.”
He leans up, and I can tell he’s livid as he seethes, “My doing? You were supposed to choose me!”
I shove his chest back down on the bed and rub his cock with my other hand.
“I told you who I chose,” I say, reaching for his zipper.
He stares at me as I lean in, “I choose none of you.”
I pull his dick out, and he’s already pebbling at the tip. God, he’s so fucking mad but so turned on at the same time.
“What the fuck does that mean?” he says.
“You’re making me choose, right?” I don’t wait for him to answer as I aim his dick into my pussy. “So, I guess this is what you get.”
I slide all the way down on his cock, and he sits up. He grabs my face and says, “What? A whore?”
I slap him across the face. “Don’t fucking call me that when what you did was much worse!
I’m sorry you couldn’t handle watching me getting fucked by Theo and Beckett.
” I start moving my hips up and down, riding him.
“I’m sorry that you can’t stand that I enjoyed it.
” I work faster. “That I loved getting fucked by all three of you. Does that bother you, Cody?”
I bounce faster, feeling his hands scratch my back.
“Does it bother you that I’m loving this right now?”
He bites down on my skin so hard that I shriek. Then he flips me over and pulls his pants all the way down.
“You missed me, didn’t you?” I tease as he presses deeper inside me. “I bet you didn’t think this would ever happen.”
He thrusts hard into me. “I wanted to marry you.”
Really?
I moan at the pleasure.
“I wanted you to have my kids.”
He pounds into me.
Oh, fuck.
“I wanted the fucking world for you.”
My pussy clenches around him. He’s building me up so fast, it’s embarrassing.
“But you had to fuck it all up,” I mutter, staring into his eyes.
They harden.
He presses a large hand against my clit, and my body convulses. The hate and the love mix into one, and I’m tearing at the sheets to hold on.
“I fucking hate you,” I seethe. He presses harder and faster on my clit. “I hate what you did to me! I hate all of you! But you! You destroyed me!”
“Good, baby. Fucking hate me. I deserve it. Just make sure you never let me go.”
“Fuck you,” I moan loudly as my body shakes. I’m trying so hard not to let go.
“Fuck, yes, baby. Fucking come. Come on, Adela. Fucking come for me. You know you’re my girl. You’ll always be my girl no matter what.”
The mountain that’s been building releases in spurts and then all at once.
My body tightens around his thick and hard cock.
When his come fills me up, I completely let loose, and the orgasm rips through my body, releasing every ounce of energy I have.
I start to see stars, and my hands pull Cody close to me.
He kisses me softly.
And for one brief, devastating moment, it feels like before. Like before I knew what I know now — just Cody and me and something that felt simple and whole and completely mine.
I pull back.
Because it isn't simple, it was never simple. And the haze of the orgasm he just gave me is not enough to make me forget that.
"I want to go home," I say. "To my dorm."
Cody looks at me.
"I need space."
"We gave you space," he says.
I sit up. The heaviness in my chest settling like something permanent. "I need more."
He leans in. "It's too late to drive back tonight."
"So you're keeping me here again?"
"You still haven't made a choice."
Something snaps in me. Clean through. "You want me to choose?" I look at all three of them. "Fine." My voice is completely steady. "I choose all three of you."
I say it like a trap because that's exactly what it is. Because I know Cody Ravenshaw better than he thinks I do, and I know that the one thing his possessive, obsessive love cannot survive, and that is sharing. I know it in my bones. He would sooner burn this lake house down than agree to this.
And Theo? I already know he’s not going to like this. No intelligent man would want to share his woman.
Beckett? He’s not going to want to share either.
Nobody speaks, and I feel the triumph in what I just said. I’ve always been three steps behind these men, and now I’m finally ahead of them. I can tell that they don't like this answer. I can feel them not liking it, and it is the best thing I have felt in a very long time.
"But I have conditions." I meet each of their eyes one at a time. This is the most powerful I have felt since this all started, and I’m holding back the warmth in my chest. "No more OnlyFans. No fucking around. If you’re making me choose, I choose all of you, so you need to choose me back."
I say it with confidence, waiting to hear one of them protest.
But none of their faces move.
Nobody says no. Nobody argues or tries to reason with me.
The triumph shifts.
Wavers.
I look at Cody, waiting for the explosion, waiting for the possessiveness to come out and play, waiting to win.
He did just tell me that he wanted to marry me and have kids with me. I’m expecting him to disagree with this.
He looks back at me.
And says nothing.
I realize with a cold clarity that I may have just walked into my own trap.
All three of them just — get dressed.
No argument. No negotiation. No Cody grabbing my face and telling me that's not how this works. Just three men moving around the lake house, pulling on their clothes like I didn't just say the most insane thing anyone has ever said.
I sit on the edge of the bed, and I watch them, feeling the trap closing around me from the inside.
I look at all three of them.
What have I done?
I had one boyfriend.
One.
For two years, I had one boyfriend, and it was complicated and destructive, and I almost didn't survive it, and my solution — my brilliant, triumphant solution — was to choose three of them?
Three!
I have three boyfriends.
I don't even want one boyfriend.
Let alone three.
I stare at the wall, realizing that I just did that to myself.
Nobody did this to me.
I opened my mouth and said I chose all three of them like it was a weapon, and it turns out it was a weapon pointed directly at my own life.
Theo opens up a book.
Beckett pulls out his phone and exhales — probably something hockey related that I now realize I will apparently be hearing about for the foreseeable future because these are three hockey boys.
I chose three hockey players.
I could hardly handle one hockey player.
None of them has said anything yet, and it’s eating at me.
"Adela." Cody's voice from the kitchen. Finally. "How do you want your eggs?"
I close my eyes, annoyed.
"Scrambled," I answer.
"Knew it," he says, like he was going to make them scrambled regardless, and wanted to break the silence.
Which. Fine. That tracks.
I open my eyes.
Theo is looking at me over the top of the book.
"What," I say.
He shakes his head and goes back to reading.
I look at the ceiling.
I think about calling Maeve, telling her what I've done, and listening to the sound she would make. But I cannot actually tell Maeve about this. Not for approximately one hundred years.
Beckett looks up from his phone and catches me staring at the ceiling.
"You okay?" he says.
"Why are none of you talking?" I ask.
Theo says, “You made your choice.”
Cody adds, “And if that’s what you want––”
I shout, “Guys! I was joking! Obviously!”
They all look at me.
I start to laugh, but there’s nothing funny about this. “You think I want all three of you?”
Cody says, “It sure seemed like it.”
“Are you fucking out of your mind?” I snap. “It was a stupid joke.”
Beckett says, “So, you take it back?”
I look at all three of them and scoff. “I can’t have three boyfriends.”
“Why not?” Theo asks.
My mouth falls open, but nothing comes out. I start blinking, unable to form words. Everything is running a million miles per second, but there’s also nothing at all.
“I–– I––”
“You,” Cody says as he comes over with a hot plate of food. “Are you going to eat and sleep on it. We’ll talk in the morning.”
He takes a seat and stares at me. I look at Theo, who’s also watching me. Beckett has put his phone away, and his eyes are on me.
I start to laugh again.
“What are you guys doing?”
“Watching our girlfriend,” Beckett says.
My eyes snap to him. I shake my head, feeling butterflies die in my stomach.
I eat the food and pass the plate back. I lie down in the bed and close my eyes, hoping to wake up from this nightmare.
They can’t be serious.