Who Falls Hardest (Clearwater University)

His jaw goes tight, his nostrils flaring as the muscles in his neck stand out in corded lines. Ropes of pearly white cum spurt from his cock, hitting my chest in warm, wet splashes.

For a moment, all four of us stay just where we are, as if none of us have the strength of will to move.

Then Reese releases his grip on my hips, running his hands gently up my sides. I look down at him to find him grinning at me, his expression sated and happy.

He opens his mouth and says—

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

I blink at him. What the fuck?

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

The sound of my alarm snaps me out of the dream with the force of a runaway train. I sit up in Reese’s bed, clutching the covers to myself as my eyes fly open.

Dim light streams through the windows, and I suck in several deep breaths as I become fully awake.

Holy shit. That was the most vivid dream I’ve ever had. I swear I can still feel all three men’s hands on me, still feel the three of them inside me.

I guess this is what I get for making out with all three of them heavily right before going to sleep, but fuck. How is this supposed to help me choose between them? All it did was make me want all three of them more.

Could I ever have that? Could that possibly be real?

Biting my bottom lip, I settle my head back onto the pillow and slide one hand under the covers, delving into my soft cotton panties to find my throbbing clit with two fingers. I’m a little embarrassed about masturbating in Reese’s bed, especially after what happened last time, but I need to take the edge off or I’m pretty sure I’ll explode.

It doesn’t take more than a few quick swirls of my fingers to push me over the edge. My body was so worked up and aroused from the dream that I was on the verge of coming from the moment I woke up.

My teeth clamp down hard on my lip as my body shudders with release, and I turn my head to bury my face in the pillow as a low, soft moan escapes me. I think this time I managed to keep it quiet enough not to draw attention from anyone in the rest of the house, thank God, so at least I can hopefully avoid that awkwardness.

But my dream has left me more confused than ever.

The Icons have told me they’re okay with me pursuing things with each of them if it’ll help me choose.

How do I tell them that I’ve already made my choice?

I don’t want one of them.

I want all of them.

7

West

Sleeping last night was next to fucking impossible.

I kept replaying the entire evening in my head—everything from taking Ems out to dinner, to ending up at the police station, to having her soft body in my lap, her lips pressed against mine.

The tension in the air before we all split to head to bed was so damn thick you could’ve cut it with a knife. Trent, Reese, and I were watching each other like lions fighting over a gazelle, just waiting to see who made the first move. And despite Reese’s little declaration that he was fine with her hooking up with me or Trent, I know that fucker well enough to know when he’s being territorial.

All of us were.

Kissing Emma was about more than just the kiss. It was about showing the other two that I’m not gonna just back down. I’m not gonna concede on this. Ever.

If Emma doesn’t pick me, I’ll respect her wishes. Hell, the three of us have put her through enough bullshit already, I refuse to do anything else that might hurt her.

But until the exact moment she looks me in the eye and tells me she doesn’t want me, that there’s no hope of us ever becoming a thing, I’m gonna do everything in my power to win her over.

To show her she belongs with me.