At Reese’s suggestion, we did order pizza. And it’s a good thing we did, or I probably would’ve passed out during our third round.
I let out a soft sigh of contentment, shifting slightly between the two hard bodies I’m sandwiched between. We all passed out in Trent’s bed afterward, and I feel cozy and safe in the warm little cocoon we’ve created under the blankets.
West growls softly in his sleep, his arm snaking around my waist to pull me a little closer as his morning wood nudges my ass. Trent nuzzles his face into the crook of my shoulder as Reese’s hand tangles in my hair. They’re all touching me somehow, all of them gathered around me as if I’m the sun in our little solar system and they’re planets orbiting around me.
It’s crazy and insane and wonderful.
I never imagined this could actually happen, and it’s a little hard to believe that last night wasn’t all a dream—an even better and more vivid dream than the one I had after we got back from the police station.
But it’s not.
It’s real.
There’s still a lot to work out, a lot of things we’ll have to feel our way through if we really want to navigate a four-person relationship. But for the first time since I’ve known the Icons, the first time since I realized I had feelings for all of them, it actually seems possible.
Something changed last night. I guess the kind of crazy-intense sex we had will do that, but I don’t think that’s all it was.
The men all got a glimpse of what sharing would be like. And no matter how doubtful they may have been in the beginning, I don’t think any of them went along with it grudgingly in the end.
They liked it.
“What’s on your mind, Ems?”
Trent’s voice is rough from sleep, so low it’s hardly more than a whisper. I didn’t realize he was awake too, but he pulls his head back a little to look at me, reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from my face.
“Just… how happy I am,” I admit.
“Yeah?”
His smile is slow and lazy, and it changes his whole face. I’m used to Trent being serious and intense, and I know that side of his personality will always exist. But I like this side too. I like that as we put the awfulness of the past behind us, he can let this side out more often.
“Yeah.” I lean forward to kiss him, unhurried and deep. With my lips still brushing against his, I whisper, “Thank you.”
“For what?” Our noses brush as his eyes bounce between mine.
I shrug, a swell of emotion rising in my chest. “For giving me this. It’s… everything.”
His hand rests on my cheek, his thumb brushing over the curve of my cheekbone. “We didn’t just do it for you, Ems. I’m glad you’re happy. It’s all I want, all I’ll ever want. But this feels right. For all of us.”
“Really?”
He nods. “It feels like things are finally how they’re supposed to be. West and Reese are my best fucking friends, and you know me. I’m an asshole. I don’t make friends all that easily. Not the real kind, the ones that’ll have your back no matter the fuck what. The ones who’ll see you through anything. I hated that this shit was coming between us, hated the idea of losing them.”
He grimaces a little, making the bruise that still decorates his face shift. “Despite what you saw yesterday, I don’t want to fight with either of them. Just—none of us saw any other way. Until you showed us.”
My hand drifts up to trace the purple mark on his face. “What started your fight anyway? I came home and thought you two were gonna kill each other.”
Trent’s expression hardens a little, his mouth setting in a grim line. “Leslie called me.”
All the breath seems to flee my lungs. “What?”
Anger glints in his blue eyes. “Yeah. As I was leaving class. She called to gloat, basically. But she said something on the phone about how we all deserved each other. I think she meant it as an insult, but all it did was make me realize how much I wanted that to be true. How much I wanted to deserve you.”
His voice is raw and honest, and I press another kiss to his lips, unable to stop myself. We’re all still naked—we were too worn out last night to bother with clothes—and I can feel his cock pressing against my hip. West’s is still hard against my ass, and I bet if I reached over and stroked Reese, I’d find him hard and ready too.
I’m still recovering from the marathon sex last night. I’ve never done anything quite like that, and I can still feel the effects of it all over my body. But that doesn’t stop a flare of arousal from igniting deep in my belly.
I wonder if it’ll ever be satisfied, this deep craving for them.