Chapter 18 — Make Him Choose #4
Not neat. Not controlled. Her body seized around me, pussy gripping in fierce, rhythmic contractions that pulled me straight over the edge with her.
I buried myself deep and came inside Eden in hard, flooding pulses, my whole body shaking as she held me there and took it.
It hit different from Reese. Sharper. Hungrier.
Like Eden had dragged every last spark out of me and then demanded interest.
For a second, I wasn't sure I was still standing.
Then Reese's arm was around my shoulders and Eden's face was buried in my neck and the water was slowly calming around us.
I lowered us back into the tub before gravity filed a complaint.
Eden stayed wrapped around me, boneless now, her mouth against my throat. Reese pressed against my side, one hand on Eden's back, one on my chest. We sat there in the steam, three naked bodies tangled together, breathing like the night had taken a swing at us and lost.
"Verdict," Reese said after a while.
I laughed, but it came out wrecked. "Can't choose."
Eden's smile curved against my neck. "Correct."
"You both win."
"Also correct," Reese said.
"Excellent judging," Eden murmured.
My cock was still inside her, softening slowly, my body empty in a way that felt less like depletion and more like being cleaned out by lightning.
Reese kissed Eden's shoulder. "Bedroom?"
Eden lifted her head enough to look at me. "Can you walk?"
"Ask me in three to five business days."
Reese laughed and reached for the edge of the tub. "We'll improvise."
***
Getting out of the hot tub was less graceful than anything that had happened inside it.
I went first, which was brave and stupid. My legs hit the cool deck air and immediately reconsidered their relationship with the rest of my body. Eden followed, one hand on my shoulder, trying very hard to look like a woman in control of her own knees.
She almost made it.
Almost.
Her foot touched the deck, her balance shifted, and she grabbed my arm with one hand and Reese's with the other.
"I meant to do that," she said.
Reese climbed out last, moving carefully, one hand on the railing, golden skin shining under the deck lights. "You meant to almost take all three of us down?"
"Bonding exercise."
"We bonded plenty."
"Debatable."
I reached for the towels stacked on the lounger.
Whoever had put them there deserved a medal and a fruit basket.
I wrapped one around Reese's shoulders first. She smiled up at me, soft and sleepy and still flushed from what had happened in the water.
Then I handed Eden one, and she wrapped it around herself backward, frowned, unwrapped it, and tried again.
"Don't look smug," she said.
"I wouldn't dare."
"Your mouth says that. Your face is writing a memoir."
Reese laughed and leaned into my side, her wet hair cool against my chest. "Inside before we freeze."
We made it through the sliding door in a damp, naked procession that would have been humiliating if I had possessed any shame left. I didn't. It had apparently drowned in the hot tub.
The house was warm.
Quiet too, but not empty. Somewhere deeper in the house a television murmured low, probably Shay and Tatum still refusing to admit the day was over.
The kitchen lights were dimmed. The air smelled faintly like pasta, sunscreen, towels, and the complicated evidence of six women turning my house into theirs.
Our wet footprints crossed the tile.
Reese noticed them and made a small sound that might have been concern if she had possessed the energy to follow through.
"Penny is going to have opinions about the floor."
"Penny has opinions about everything," Eden said. "That's how we know she's alive."
"We'll clean it up tomorrow," I said.
Eden's hand slid around my waist under the towel. "That sounds like future Luke's problem."
"Future Luke has been through a lot tonight."
"Future Luke should hydrate."
"Current Luke should lie down," Reese said.
That sounded like the best idea anyone had ever had.
We moved through the hall, three wet people with towels and unreliable legs, and every step reminded me exactly what had just happened.
My thighs ached. My cock was sore in the best possible way.
Reese kept brushing against my left side, her fingers finding mine, then my wrist, then the inside of my arm like she needed contact to keep herself grounded.
Eden stayed on my right, hip bumping mine, her hand occasionally tightening at my waist like she was checking that I hadn't escaped.
My bedroom waited in low gold light.
The bed looked impossibly good.
Eden dropped her towel first and climbed in like she had been assigned command of the mattress. Naked, damp, dark hair spilling across my pillow, she settled on one side with the decisive efficiency of a woman who could barely stand but still intended to win the logistics portion of the evening.
Reese followed more slowly. Her towel slipped to the floor, and she stood there for a breath, naked in the warm light, hair damp around her shoulders, body still flushed, thighs pressed together like she could feel the aftermath of me inside her.
That look on her face nearly undid me all over again.
Not shy.
Not uncertain.
Happy.
Deeply, quietly, completely happy.
She climbed into bed on the other side.
I dropped my towel and joined them.
The sheets were cool against wet skin. Reese immediately tucked herself against my left side, head on my shoulder, one leg sliding over mine.
Eden took the right, pressing close from shoulder to ankle, her arm across my stomach.
For a few seconds, all three of us negotiated limbs with the solemn incompetence of people whose bodies had stopped taking direction.
Then it settled.
Reese's hand rested on my chest. Eden's found it there and laced their fingers together over my sternum.
That did something to me.
Maybe because ten minutes ago they had been naked in my hot tub, taking turns riding me until I saw actual stars. Maybe because now they were holding hands over my heart like the entire filthy game had always been about this too.
"We broke him," Reese whispered.
"Professionally," Eden said.
"With teamwork."
"And excellent planning."
"I noticed the planning."
Eden lifted her head enough to look at me. "You were supposed to."
Reese's thumb moved over my chest, slow and warm. "You never chose."
Her voice held no insecurity.
Only satisfaction.
"I couldn't."
"We know," Eden said.
"That was the point," Reese added.
I turned my head and kissed Reese first. Soft. Slow. She answered with the warm, open sweetness that was hers all the way down, then rested her forehead against my jaw like she was too tired to hold herself up and trusted me to do it for her.
Then I kissed Eden.
Her kiss was shorter, firmer, a little possessive even now. She bit my lower lip gently before letting go.
"Mine," she murmured.
"Yours."
Her fingers tightened around Reese's over my chest. "And hers."
"And hers."
Reese smiled against my neck. "Good answer."
"Finally," Eden said.
The sheets beneath us were already damp. Nobody moved to fix it. Reese's breathing began to slow first, her body going heavy against mine, one leg still thrown over my thigh. Eden stayed awake longer, because of course she did. Her hand rested on my stomach, palm flat, claiming even in exhaustion.
Outside, the lake was quiet.
Inside, my house was full.
I lay between Reese and Eden with wet hair against my shoulder, warm skin against mine, their fingers tangled over my chest, and understood that the game had never been about choosing a winner.
It had been about making the only answer impossible to miss.
Both of them.
No winner. No runner-up. No sides.
Reese asleep against my left side. Eden drifting against my right.
The full, warm weight of both women in my bed, both chosen because there had never been any choosing between them.
I closed my eyes with one arm around each of them, and the last thing I felt before sleep took me was Eden's hand tightening once over my heart and Reese's lips brushing my shoulder like a promise neither of them needed to say out loud.