Chapter 33 #2
Cole sucks my clit hard, two fingers sliding inside me, curling.
Theo switches breasts, biting down. Marco’s grip tightens, forcing me to watch every second—my mouth open, eyes glassy, thighs shaking.
The orgasm hits like a wave, rolling through me so hard I cry out, hips bucking against Cole’s face.
They don’t stop. Not until I’m sagging against Marco, breath fogging the mirror.
“Bed,” I manage.
They lift me—hands everywhere—and lay me in the center of the king mattress. I push up on my elbows.
“Marco, I want you in my ass. Cole, my pussy. Theo—” I lick my lips. “My mouth.”
Marco’s eyes darken. He grabs the lube from the nightstand and coats his fingers. Cole strips fast—shirt gone, jeans shoved down just enough. Theo does the same, kneeling at the head of the bed, cock already in his fist.
I roll to all fours. Cole slides beneath me, guiding my hips until he’s notched at my entrance. One slow thrust and he’s inside me, stretching me open. I moan around the sound, pushing back.
Marco’s behind me now, one hand spreading my cheeks. Cool lube drips down my crack. One finger breaches me, then two, scissoring gently until I’m rocking back against him, begging with my body. A third finger and I’m trembling, stuffed full in every way.
“Now,” I gasp.
Cole stills. Marco presses forward until the head of his cock pops past the tight ring. I whimper, forehead dropping to Cole’s shoulder. They both freeze.
“Move,” I whisper. “Please.”
They do have a perfect, synchronized rhythm. Cole pulls out as Marco pushes in, then switches. The fullness is overwhelming, perfect, filthy. Theo kneels by my head, cock brushing my lips. I open for him, take him deep, gagging when he hits the back of my throat. His hand fists my hair, guiding me.
Three cocks inside me. Three men worshiping me. The sounds are obscene, wet, rhythmic, my muffled moans around Theo’s shaft. I come again, sudden and violent, pussy and ass clenching so hard Cole groans beneath me.
They don’t stop.
Theo pulls out of my mouth, stroking himself, eyes locked on where Cole and Marco are moving inside me. “Fuck, look at you,” he rasps.
Another orgasm builds, coiling tight. Theo reaches under, finds my clit, and rubs ruthless circles. I scream around Cole’s cock, coming so hard the world whites out, squirting over Cole’s stomach.
They keep going.
***
I’m still shaking when Marco pulls out, slick and careful. Theo slides from under me, chest heaving. Cole’s hand cups my jaw, thumb brushing my swollen lips.
“More,” I whisper. “I’m not done.”
Marco’s eyes flash. He lies back in the center of the bed and pulls me on top of him. I straddle him, facing forward, legs hooked over his shoulders in one smooth move. He lines up and drives into my pussy, deep and punishing, the angle perfect. I cry out, nails digging into his chest.
Theo moves behind me, lube dripping down my crack again. He presses in slowly. My ass is already open and ready. He fills me. Cole kneels in front of my face, cock brushing my lips. His hand rests lightly around my throat, just enough pressure to feel my pulse race. “Eyes on me, baby.”
I take him deep, moaning around him as Marco and Theo find a brutal rhythm, alternating strokes, one in, one out, never empty. The stretch is overwhelming and perfect. Cole’s fingers tighten the tiniest bit when I gag, then loosen, guiding me.
“Look at you,” Theo growls behind me and spanks me once. “Taking all three of us like you were fucking born for it.”
I come again, harder than before. My pussy and ass clench, squirting over Marco’s stomach. My whole body locks up, vision sparking white. They don’t stop. Cole pulls out of my mouth, lets me scream, then slides back in.
“Again,” Marco demands, thumb finding my clit and rubbing merciless circles.
I sob, overstimulated and perfect, and come a fifth time, smaller but deeper, every muscle trembling.
They finally ease out of me, gentle now. I’m on my knees in the center of the bed, surrounded.
“On your back,” I manage.
They obey instantly.
I stroke Cole and Theo, slow and firm, while Marco fists himself above me. The candlelight paints us gold, sweat-slick skin, heaving chests, eyes locked on me.
“Come on me,” I breathe. “All of you. I want to wear you.”
Cole groans first, thick ropes across my tits. Theo follows, painting my stomach. Marco growls my name and comes hard over my throat and collarbone, hot and endless.
I’m covered, dripping, claimed.
I scoop a streak from my breast and lick it clean, eyes never leaving theirs. Then another. And another. They watch, wrecked, feeding me the rest with trembling fingers, Cole, Theo, Marco, until every drop is gone and I’m trembling with aftershocks.
“I’m not scared of hearing anymore,” I whisper into the quiet after we’ve collapsed on the bed, satiated.
Four heartbeats answer me, steady and strong.
We fall asleep like that, limbs intertwined, candles burning low, my body marked and cherished and finally, truly home.
***
I wake to sunlight streaming through the curtains and the smell of coffee.
For a moment, I lie there, wrapped in sheets that smell like all three of them. My body is pleasantly sore, and my mind is quiet. No anxiety about the hearing. No fear about what Derek might say or do.
Just peace.
I pull on Cole’s t-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts and head downstairs.
The kitchen is chaos in the best way. Cole is at the stove flipping pancakes. Theo is buttering toast while simultaneously trying to steal bacon off the plate. Marco’s pouring coffee and orange juice, completely unbothered by the noise around him.
They look like a family.
I’m leaning against the doorway, just watching, when I hear the front door open.
"Mama!"
My heart jumps at Tommy's voice. He comes barreling down the hall and crashes into my legs, and I drop to my knees to scoop him up. God, I missed this weight in my arms.
"I missed you so much, baby." My voice cracks.
“I missed you so much, baby.”
“I missed you too! Uncle Jake took me to the aquarium, and I saw a shark, and it was this big—” He spreads his arms as wide as they’ll go. “—and it had so many teeth!”
“That sounds amazing.” I kiss his forehead. “Did you have fun?”
“So much fun. But I wanted to come home.” He looks at the men in the kitchen. “Are they making pancakes?”
“Yeah, buddy.” Cole grins at him. “You want chocolate chips in yours?”
“Yes!” Tommy squirms down and runs to Cole, who lifts him to help flip a pancake.
Jake appears in the doorway, carrying Tommy's overnight bag.
He stops. His eyes move from me—barefoot in an oversized t-shirt that clearly isn't mine, hair messy from sleep—to the kitchen where Cole's holding Tommy, Theo's buttering toast, and Marco's pouring coffee like they've done this routine a hundred times.
“Coffee?” I offer quietly.
“Yeah. Okay.”
We move to the living room while the others keep cooking. Jake sits on the couch, elbows on his knees, looking tired.
“How is he?” I ask, nodding toward the kitchen where Tommy’s chattering about sharks.
“Good. Happy. Talked about you constantly.” Jake looks at me. “He’s not worried about tomorrow. He doesn’t even really understand what’s happening. Just knows he gets to see a judge, which he thinks sounds cool.”
“That’s good. I didn’t want him scared.”
“He’s not scared because you’ve made him feel safe. Even with all this.” Jake gestures vaguely. “You’re a good mom, Rachel. The best.”
My throat gets tight. “Thank you.”
He’s quiet for a moment, then nods toward the kitchen. “They love you. All three of them. I can see it.”
“I love them too.”
“I know.” He runs a hand through his hair.
“I watched them this morning when I texted that I was coming over. They were coordinating breakfast, making sure everything was perfect for you and Tommy. Cole was worrying about whether Tommy still likes chocolate chip pancakes. Theo was setting the table. Marco was checking that they had the right orange juice.”
“They’re good men.”
“They are.” He meets my eyes. “I’m still not okay with this. I’m still processing. But Rachel, I just saw it. I saw how they look at you, how you look at them. How Tommy fits into all of it like it’s the most natural thing in the world.”
I don’t know what to say.
“You’re happy,” Jake says finally. “Really happy. I haven’t seen you like this in years. Maybe ever.”
“I am.”
“Then I’ll figure out how to be okay with it.” He stands up. “For you. For Tommy. Because you deserve to be happy, and if this is what makes you happy, then I’ll learn to accept it.”
I stand too, setting down my coffee. “Jake—”
He pulls me into a hug. “You’re going to win today. Derek doesn’t stand a chance against you.”
I hold onto my brother, feeling the last piece of my life click into place. Not perfect. Not simple. But whole.
“Thank you,” I whisper. “For showing up. For being here even when it’s hard.”
“Always.” He pulls back, hands on my shoulders. “That’s what family does.”
From the kitchen, Theo calls out, “Breakfast is ready. Someone come get these pancakes before I eat them all!”
Jake grins. “Some things never change.”
We walk back into the kitchen together. Tommy’s already at the table, chocolate smeared on his face. The men are plating food, passing dishes, and filling glasses.
Jake sits down beside Tommy. I take the seat between Cole and Marco. Theo slides into the chair across from me and winks.
We eat breakfast as a family.