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She’s moaning, totally lost to the pleasure we’re giving her.
I groan, jerking my shaft harder and harder, as desperate for release in real life as Maya is in my fantasy.
She whimpers all our names.“Liam, Ethan, Jake! Please!”
I want to give her exactly what she wants. The three of us strip off our clothes as well, and there’s no awkwardness. No hesitancy.
This makes Maya happy. It turns her on, and that’s all that matters to the three of us.
Jake continues licking between her legs and she reaches for Ethan and me. She takes both our shafts in her hands and strokes us.
The fantasy crests and I come hard, breath caught, body shaking. The release is brutal. Final. Like something I’ve been holding back too long.
I don’t remember ever having such an intense release before, and it’s just from a fantasy.
What would the real thing be like?
Life-altering, no doubt.
When I’m done, I lay in bed and fight to catch my breath for several minutes before sitting up. I run a hand down my face, then lean forward, elbows on my knees, trying to steady myself.
I would give her everything. Not just my body. All of it. Every part of me. My heart and soul. Every thought. Every fear.
My breath stutters, sharp and shallow. My fingers curl into the edge of the bed.
The room is still. Quiet. My pulse is still racing.
I press the heels of my hands into my eyes, exhaling hard. She’s in my bloodstream now—no use pretending otherwise.
I don’t just want a piece of her.
I want every version—every laugh, every tear, every wild, unfiltered piece she’s never let anyone else see.
And I want to be one of the men who proves she doesn’t have to choose. Even if it means rewriting what I thought love was supposed to look like.
Chapter nineteen
MAYA
Isit on the edge of my bed, legs crisscrossed, a half-eaten container of fries between me and the only person who really knows everything about me—my best friend, Ava.
She’s scrolling through her phone lazily, but I can tell she’s not actually absorbing anything. Her eyes keep flicking up to me like she’s waiting for the pressure to build and the dam to break.
She’s been patient all evening—distracting me with takeout and a bad rom-com—but she knows me too well. She can sense the storm gathering behind my silence.
I stare at the fries for a second before grabbing one, tearing it in half, and letting the pieces fall back into the box.
“I’m losing my mind,” I finally mutter.
Ava pauses mid-scroll and sets the phone aside without a word. She shifts to face me fully, tucking one leg under herself. “Talk to me.”
I suck in a breath and press my hands over my face. “It’s the guys. Ethan. Jake. Liam.”
Her brows rise a fraction. Then she nods, totally unbothered. “All tangled up in that delicious little triangle—or should I say… rhombus?”
I groan and flop back onto the pillows. “I’m not tangled. I’mknotted. Like, I thought maybe I was confused or caught up in the moment or it was a rebound thing, but it’s not.It’s more. It’swaymore.”
“How much more?” Ava asks, voice neutral, eyes sharp.
