Who Falls Hardest (Clearwater University)

But I don’t know if I could ever deny Ems anything. So when she steps back and takes my hand, I follow her.

She leads me toward the door she just came from, the one that leads to Trent’s room, and I slow my steps, tugging her to a stop until she turns around and looks at me.

“Just trust me, alright? Please?” she asks, and the vulnerability in her voice cuts through everything else.

Gritting my teeth, I nod. I have no idea what the fuck she’s planning, and I swear to God, if either Trent or West starts to gloat because she picked them, I will kick their asses, consequences be damned.

Ems grips my hand tightly, her small fingers interlaced with mine as she opens the bedroom door.

The room smells like sex, the scent even more noticeable in here than it was when I caught a hint of it lingering on Emma’s skin. Trent and West are both inside. They’ve got jeans on, but no shirts, and they’re eyeing each other warily from either side of the bed.

Well, good. At least they’re not all buddy-buddy with each other. That evens the playing field a little.

Although, to be honest, I’m not quite sure what field we’re playing on anymore. What exactly is going on here?

Emma takes in the sight of West and Trent and lets out a small sigh, her shoulders slumping a little. Then she turns to me, her chocolate brown eyes wide and serious.

“I told West and Trent this, and it’s about time I came clean with you too. I’ve been dancing around it for way too long, but the truth is, it’s not just that I don’t know how to choose between the three of you. It’s that I don’t want to. I want all of you. Together. Separately. I want all of us”—she gestures around the room, encompassing everyone in it—“to be a thing.”

My eyebrows shoot up to my hairline, and I whip my head up to glance at Trent and West. Neither of them seem surprised to hear it, which makes sense if Emma already broached this with them.

All of us? Together? The three of us sharing Emma?

The thought pings around in my head like a stray bullet, and I scrub a hand down my face, trying to sort out my thoughts.

My initial reaction is no fucking way. I don’t share. I’ve never shared. What’s mine is mine, and any dude who touches it had better watch the fuck out.

But then again, West and Trent aren’t just any dudes. They’re my best friends, the two guys who have been with me through everything, who know me better than anyone else in the world. They’re not strangers. They’re practically parts of myself.

And I’ve felt us splintering apart over the past few months. I honestly worried that our friendship wouldn’t be able to survive all of this.

Maybe Emma has the perfect answer to that.

Share.

I swallow, my jaw clenching as silence fills the room.

Ems draws in a deep breath. Her gaze flicks from me to Trent and West.

“I know it’s different. I don’t have any friends who are in poly relationships. But who cares if it’s not what everyone else is doing? That doesn’t matter if it’s what we want.” She takes a step forward, her voice gaining strength. “I know you both liked it. Trent, you said so yourself. And West, you said you’ve already considered this. That you thought about it before. All I’m asking is that you keep thinking about it. Because I have, and I’m sure.” She squares her shoulders. “This is what I want.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I hold up my hands, making a T shape. “Okay, time out. I get what you’re saying here, Ems, but how would this even work? I mean, to be honest, every fantasy I’ve ever had about a four-way involved a lot more girls than guys, if you know what I mean.”

A snort-laugh bursts from Emma’s lips before she can hold it in, and when she turns to me, I can see a smile teasing the corners of her lips.

Good. This situation is so fucking strange, I’m glad I could lighten the moment a little.

As I watch, the smile blooms even brighter across her face, and she cocks her head slightly, her hands fiddling with the edges of Trent’s large shirt. “It could be good, Reese. It could be mind-blowing. For all of us. Can I show you?”

I may not exactly be on board with this yet, but when the girl of your fucking dreams gives you a look like that and asks if they can show you something, you sure as hell say yes.

Licking my suddenly dry lips, I nod. West and Trent are both watching her intently too, and when she crawls up onto the rumpled blankets on the bed, I catch a glimpse of her bare pussy and ass. My breath picks up a little as my cock stiffens, straining against the confines of my pants.

Jesus. That’s gotta be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

There’s something both demure and sinful about it, and without even meaning to, I take a step closer to the bed. All three of us are now surrounding the bed on three sides, and I can tell my two friends are getting just as turned on as I am as we watch Emma settle onto the mattress, her head resting on a pillow.

She bites her lip, her own chest rising and falling faster as she slowly spreads her legs, inviting all of us to look. Her pussy lips are pink and flushed, and I can tell she’s already been fucked today.