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“Fucking perfect,” Wes whispered beside me, and Roman hummed his own agreement from the end of the bed.

It didn’t take long for my pleasure to build, approaching another peak. I rode Sawyer, his perfect oversized cock pounding into me each time I rocked my hips, and thought with giddy excitement of how good it would be when Wes spanked me, how much I wanted him to fuck a mixture of Sawyer’s cum and his own into my aching pussy while he did it.

“I’m gonna come,” I gasped when Sawyer bit down on my nipple, rolling it between his teeth. He growled, and it was all the encouragement I needed. No one had even touched my clit, and yet I was coming again, just as hard as the first time.

It didn’t take long, only a few more messy strokes, for Sawyer to finish himself off too. I cried out at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside me as he came, and before I could even fully finish coming down from my own orgasm, hands were repositioning me again. Sawyer’s cock slid out of me, and then I was lying face down on the bed, my ass in the air as Wes positioned himself behind me.

“Think you can come again for me, Rach?” he asked, his tone so gentle that I would have given him everything he wanted. I nodded even though I wasn’t sure it was true, and then I felt the hard stinging slap of his palm colliding with my ass. I whimpered, and Wes rubbed the spot in a soothing circle. “God, you have the best ass.”

“Perfect,” Roman agreed from where he sat, watching. “Spank it good for us, Wes. I think she likes it.”

Ididlike it. Liked even more that I couldn’t predict when the next smack was coming. I let my eyes slide closed, and Wes struck my other ass cheek with another hard smack, always following it with a sweet massage.

When he finally edged closer and slid himself into my pussy, he gave me another hard spank at the same time, and that was almost enough to send me over the edge of yet another climax. Wes gripped my ass hard as he fucked into me from behind, a delicious replay of that day in my office, but this time twice as good.

His long fingers found their way underneath me to finally give some love to my clit, and after only a few hard circles, a few more deep, delicious thrusts, I fell apart again, my contracting walls milking Wes into his own release. He filled my pussy with his cum, finishing us off with two, three more strokes, the pace slowing, our breath falling into the same jagged rhythm.

“Fucking hell, Rachel, I could live like this. Inside you, all the time.”

“Me too,” I whispered. “With all of you. Every day.”

It should have been strange to realize it was true. But it just felt right. After everything, this felt like the end goal. Where we were all supposed to be.

After we were all cleaned up, dressed in cozy pj’s, we headed to the living room and collapsed into a pile on Sawyer’s leather couch. The guys let me control the remote, and I looked for something silly to watch on TV. We ended up finding a cheesy Christmas movie with a hilariously appropriate hockey element, and we laughed as the predictable storyline played out in front of us. Sawyer provided snacks and beers and plenty of blankets. I’d never been so content as I was in this comfy nest with my guys.

“I could get used to this,” I told them on a sigh, my head falling against Sawyer’s shoulder. It was getting late, and after all of the physical activity, I was spent. But I didn’t want to go to sleep yet either. I was enjoying our slumber party too much.

“Yeah?” Wes asked, looking at me with a sweet smile on his lips.

“Yeah. Honestly, maybe it’s all the orgasms talking, but…I’m fuckinghappy,you guys. Being with you like this. Spending time with you. Fighting off mega-bitches with you.”

Laughter erupted from all three of them, and Roman kissed the side of my head, a sign of affection I wanted to imprint on my skin forever.

“I don’t know if I’m just crazy to ask this, but…do you think we can do this for real? Be together, all four of us, like a real couple?”

“Couple means two,” Sawyer pointed out. I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, I know that, dumbass. But you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I do,” he amended. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You really want that with us? All of us?”

“Only if you want it too,” I hurried to say. I met each of their eyes in turn. “It might be bonkers to ask you to share me. But…I don’t know. It kind of feels right.”

It was an understatement. Sex or not, I was starting to feel way more than lust for all three of these men who I’d once seen as any other hot hockey players. And I could feel that same tenderness from each of them too. I wanted to explore it. To let it play out, even if there was virtually no chance it could turn into something long term.

“Yeah,” Roman was the first one to agree. “It feels fucking great, actually.”

Wes and Sawyer expressed their own agreement, and somehow, that was it. It clicked. “Alright. Cool. So we’re dating, then,” I said bluntly. “Exclusively. No other women for any of you.”

It was shocking how easily they accepted that too. Despite the chaos that would ensue if I ever told my family, for now, I was keeping these guys. I’d hang onto the three of them as long as they would let me.

26

RACHEL

The room was warm with the scent of roasted herbs, caramelized onions, and rich sauces wafting from the silver trays the catering team had set up on a long wooden table. My mom was perched elegantly beside me, wearing a perfectly tailored burgundy dress, her hair styled in soft waves like some kind of timeless holiday goddess. Bria sat on her other side, dressed casually as ever, though she was eyeing the food with clear enthusiasm.

I was there too, though it was practically under duress. There I was, sitting at the same elegant table, trying to focus on my first real task in gala-planning land while my mind wandered. Not for the first time since I’d been home, I was off in la-la land—which could only be the name for the little world that existed when Sawyer, Roman, Wes, and I were all together in bed.

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