Who Falls Hardest (Clearwater University)

As if I’d been waiting for this moment my whole life without knowing it.

Nothing I told the guys earlier was a lie. I know this is different than most traditional relationships. I know we might face struggles or judgment because of it.

But you know what? I really don’t care.

No relationship is perfect. No relationship is without its ups and downs. So you might as well start off with the relationship you want and make that work rather than go for the “safe” option just because it seems like it might be easier.

These three men have hurt me. They’ve fucked with my emotions and gone out of their way to make me miserable.

But things have changed, and now there’s nowhere I feel safer than right where I am. In their arms. Surrounded by them, encased by them.

Shared by them.

“Sooo,” Reese drawls, his bright green eyes twinkling as he gazes down at me. “That’s what you wanted to show me, huh?”

There’s humor in his voice, and I laugh, slapping his chest lightly with my free hand. But I’m grateful for his jokes.

He’s the missing piece of the puzzle, the piece that will tie it all together. West and Trent channeled their anger at each other into their desire for me, but in the aftermath, things were already getting tense again—when I brought Reese back into the bedroom, it looked like the truce between Trent and West was already dissolving.

We need Reese in this too. They need him. West has darkness in his past and Trent has this intensity that’s just an intrinsic part of who he is. They need someone who looks for the humor in things, someone who can break the tension before it snaps like a broken rubber band.

I need that too.

Each of these men complement each other so perfectly, and they each give me something I’m not sure anymore that I could live without.

Reese catches my hand in his, pressing it to his chest. He’s still buried inside me, and he pulses his hips against mine gently, grinding against me. Then, with a groan, he slides out.

My pussy walls seem to cling to him, unwilling to let him go. I’m a little sore, a little raw. Not only was the sex intense, but I literally fucked all three of them—it’s more than my body is used to.

Not that I’m complaining. This kind of soreness is a delicious ache between my legs, one that makes my clit throb in anticipation of the next time.

God, I really fucking hope there’s a next time.

West moves over a little to make room for Reese as he collapses to the mattress beside me. Trent hops off the bed to grab a towel from his closet, then returns to help me clean off. I notice the way his touch lingers as he uses the towel to dry my skin, and when I catch his gaze, he smiles softly at me.

Something is different in him too. Not just different than it was when I came home this afternoon, but different than I’ve ever seen him.

He seems… at peace. More relaxed.

As if knowing that both of his friends are in on this too allows him to share the burden of being the protector, the leader, the defender.

When I’m a little less sticky, he tosses the towel onto the floor with the rest of our discarded clothes and drops down to the mattress beside me. For a moment, all four of us lie there in exhausted, comfortable silence.

Then Reese lifts his head, swiveling his neck to look from me and Trent to West and back again. “So, should we order a pizza or what?”

“Pizza?” Trent snorts under his breath, glancing over at him. “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”

?

?Well…” Reese shrugs, but I don’t miss the amused glimmer in his eyes. “I just figured we should keep our strength up.” He rolls over to lean up on his elbow, gazing down at me with hungry eyes as his hand settles possessively on my hip. “Because we’re definitely doing that again.”

Buttery sunlight streams through the blinds as I blink my eyes open.

I’m exhausted. I have no idea how much sleep I actually got last night, but it wasn’t enough.

Not that I’m complaining.

At all.