Chapter 72 Adela
I drive myself to the lake house on Saturday night.
The guys had a game earlier — Seattle against Boston.
I watched the game with Cody at his place, and he talked trash the entire time, yelling at the TV like the players could hear him.
They lost, but Cody was in good spirits anyway, excited about starting practice again next week.
He promised that they would win the next game he played in.
When he asked if I wanted to ride with him to the lake house, I said no.
I wanted to drive myself.
My car. My timeline. My freedom.
When I pull up, all the memories hit at once.
The first time I was here. The blindfold. The candles. Cody's voice asking me to trust him when I had no reason to.
I park and sit for a moment, looking at the house with its lights on inside, warm and inviting against the December dark.
Then I get out of the car, and I go inside.
It's really late.
But I arrived late here on purpose. I wanted them waiting, wanted to walk in on my own terms instead of being brought here.
Cody is in the kitchen, cleaning. Beckett is on the couch with his phone. Theo is by the window with a book — not our book, a different one. Our book is mine now.
I stand in the doorway and look at all three of them in the lamplight of this lake house that's starting to feel less like a place things happened to me and more like a place I chose.
"You're late," Cody says from the kitchen.
"I'm exactly on time."
"You're twelve minutes late."
I look at Beckett.
Beckett shrugs. "We've been waiting for you."
Theo doesn't look up from his book.
I smile and take off my coat.
Cody made dinner.
An actual dinner—not eggs, not bacon, something that took time and thought. Chicken with roasted vegetables. Even the bread is still warm.
I sit at the table and look at the food, then at him.
"You cooked," I say. "For everyone?"
"It's my house," he says.
I watch him. "And why didn't you ever tell me about this place?"
He observes me. "I'm not hiding anything from you anymore," he says, sitting down across from me. "I had my dumb reasons before."
I look at my plate and pick up my fork.
"This is good," I say after the first bite. "Really good."
He grins. "Thanks, babe."
We eat in comfortable silence for a moment.
"Are you going to be a good girl tonight?" Cody asks.
I almost look at Theo. Almost. But I catch myself and feel heat rise to my cheeks anyway.
"Maybe," I say.
After dinner, we settle in the living room.
All four of us. Midnight is approaching fast.
They talk about the game — analyzing plays, discussing what went wrong against Boston, what needs to change for next week. It’s a normal conversation between the three of them. The kind that teammates have, and I feel good about this. Right now, it’s a good and easy vibe.
I curl up on the couch, listening. Cody teases me about my commentary. Beckett defends my analysis. Theo stays quiet but I catch him smiling once when I make a particularly cutting remark about their defensive strategy.
This is the moment I needed. This feels real.
It wasn’t the charged moments, nor the intensity. I needed this.
I go to Theo first.
Not because I have to, but because I want to.
I stand and cross to where he's sitting, the book now closed in his lap. I don't say anything. Just look at him until he looks back.
Then I reach for his hand.
He stands, and I lead him toward the bed.
Cody watches from the kitchen with a knowing smirk. Beckett's eyes follow us, something dark and wanting in his expression.
It's different from the first lake house night. That night was charged and loaded and about proving things — proving I could choose this, proving they could handle it, proving to myself that I had power in this arrangement.
This night is easier.
I thought it would be the same sequence — Theo, then Beckett, then Cody. Making Cody wait because I know he hates waiting.
But this time they're all here, all touching me, and the sequence doesn't matter as much as the sensation.
Theo's hands find the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. His mouth is on mine, hot and demanding and exactly what I need.
Beckett reaches for me, and I feel his presence immediately. His hands slide up my back, unhooking my bra, and then his mouth is on my neck.
Cody walks over last.
"Look at you," he murmurs. "Already so eager."
I turn my head to look at him, and Theo uses the distraction to lift me, laying me back on the bed.
They surround me — Theo at my head, Beckett beside me, Cody at my feet.
"Off," Theo says quietly, nodding at my jeans.
I lift my hips, and Cody pulls them down slowly, deliberately, his eyes never leaving mine.
Then they're all touching me.
Beckett's mouth finds my breast, his tongue circling my nipple until I arch into him. Cody's hand slides between my thighs, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing in slow, teasing circles.
Theo kisses me again — deep and consuming — and I moan into his mouth.
"You like this?" Cody asks, his voice low. "Three guys touching you at once?"
I nod, unable to form words.
"Say it," he demands, his fingers pressing harder.
"Yes," I gasp. "I like it."
Beckett switches to my other breast, and I feel myself getting wetter, more desperate.
Theo pulls back from the kiss and looks down at me. "Turn over."
I do, rolling onto my stomach, and hands immediately guide me up onto my knees.
I feel Theo position himself behind me first. I feel the head of him pressing against my entrance.
Then he pushes inside, and I cry out at the fullness, the perfection of it.
He moves slowly at first, letting me adjust, and then faster when I push back against him.
Beckett's hand finds my hair, gently pulling my head up so I can see Cody watching from the chair.
"You're so beautiful like this," Beckett murmurs.
Theo's rhythm builds, and I feel myself climbing higher, closer to the edge.
Then he pulls out, and before I can protest, Beckett is there, sliding into me from a different angle that makes me see stars.
His hands grip my hips as he moves, and I hear myself making sounds I didn't know I could make.
"That's it," Cody says from across the room. "I love hearing you."
Beckett's pace is different from Theo's—steadier, more controlled. He reaches around to find my clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts, and I feel the orgasm building.
"I'm—" I start, but I can't finish the sentence.
"Come for him, baby," Cody says. "Let him feel it."
I cry out as the pleasure crashes over me, my body clenching around Beckett.
He follows moments later, his grip tightening as he finishes.
Then it's Cody's turn.
He's beside me immediately, pulling me up to kiss him hard. "My turn," he murmurs against my lips.
He positions me on my back this time, spreading my legs and settling between them. He enters me slowly, watching my face the entire time.
"I love you," he says quietly.
"I love you too," I breathe.
Each of his thrusts are deep and hit the right spot. My legs start to shake. His hand finds mine, interlacing our fingers, and there's something about the intimacy of it that makes tears prick at my eyes.
Not sad tears. Just overwhelmed by how much this means. How real this is.
"Come with me," he says, his pace quickening.
I nod, unable to speak, and he reaches between us to touch me exactly how I need.
We finish together, both of us crying out, and then he collapses beside me.
After, the lake house is quiet. It’s dark as ever outside, and the four of us lie in the king-sized bed.
I'm lying between Cody and Theo, both of them close but giving me space to breathe. Beckett is on the other side of Cody.
"Every Saturday?" I ask into the dark.
Cody pulls me closer. "Every Saturday."
I lie there and think about all my Saturday nights stretching forward. Not forever—I'm not that girl, I don't need forever promised. I just need now to be real.
Now is real.
"Same time next week?" Beckett says quietly.
"Same time next week," I say.
Cody's arm comes across my waist. Beckett's hand finds mine. Theo is playing with my hair, staring at me.
I close my eyes.
And I fall asleep.