Page 50 of Decked, Wrecked and Pucked
I reach out blindly, hand extended, a silent invitation I’m not sure she’ll take. But she does, and I’m so damn relieved when I feel her small hand in mine. She climbs in quietly, careful not to disturb them. Her body brushes against mine briefly as she moves across the mattress, then she slips into the space between Zeke and Jasper. I feel the mattress shift as she settles, and for tonight, at least, I know that none of us have to be alone.
As soon as I know she’s there, tucked safely between the people I love, my body lets go. The ache in my chest eases, the noise in my head fades, and sleep finally claims me.
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
ADDISON
When the suncomes up and I remember where I am, there’s this weird kind of calm that settles over me, something I haven’t felt in a long, long time. Last night, something in me broke, but in that exact moment, I felt a piece of myself start to stitch back together.
Jasper’s arms hold me tight, his body pressed so close it feels like we’re sharing the same heartbeat. His chest rises and falls against my back, and for a moment, I know I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
When I blink one eye open, adjusting to the light filtering through the curtains, I find Zeke watching me.
“You know that’s kind of creepy,” I whisper, my lips curving into a sleepy smile as my eyes flutter shut again.
“Just taking it all in, beautiful,” he murmurs.
His fingers slide into my hair, brushing it back from my face with a tenderness that sends a shiver down my spine. When I open my eyes, the look on his face has changed—still gentle and full of care, but there’s heat simmering beneath it.
I hold his gaze for a long, breathless second before he shifts closer, moving carefully so he doesn’t wake Roman or Jasper.
“I really want to kiss you.” He leans in, brushing his lips against mine. “It’s been so long, Addison.”
Our noses bump, and his mouth hovers close enough to tease but not enough to satisfy.
God, it’s torture.
Finally, I close the space between us. Our lips meet, and his hand cradles my face.
It’s heated, but more than that, it’s relief. It’s as if we’ve been aching for this moment without even realizing how deep the need ran. It’s exactly like the first time, and somehow more.
“I’ve missed you,” I whisper, and he runs his fingers through my hair.
Jasper stirs behind me, his arm slipping away, and then Zeke’s hands are on my waist, pulling me on top of him. I can’t help but laugh, the sound breaking free as our chests press together. He kisses me again, deeper this time, and I end up straddling him, my breath catching when I feel just how hard he is beneath me.
His grip tightens as I gently rock, grinding down just enough to ease the pressure coiling low in my belly.
But I want more.
I need more.
I want to feel him, all of him. And even though I’m almost certain he wants it too, a part of me wonders if this is the line he won’t cross.
Roman has his limits. He’ll hold me and soothe me but never push past the boundaries he’s set for himself. I understand that. Jasper, I’d bet anything, would have me seeing stars and not think twice, but Zeke is harder for me to read.
I freeze, holding perfectly still on top of him, searching his face for something—permission, maybe, or a sign that he wants this asbadly as I do. His eyes lock on mine, and it's like he’s trying to unravel everything I’m thinking. Suddenly, he’s sitting up beneath me, one strong arm curling around my back, pulling me flush against his chest. His lips brush mine, and everything else fades away except the heat thrumming between us.
“There’s nothing you want that I haven’t thought about every single day, but I have to be sure you won’t regret it.”
“I couldn’t,” I whisper. “Not with you… not with them.”
“Fuck, Addison.” His breath shudders out, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear. “You have no idea how much I want to keep you.”
If I give myself over to this, it won’t be a secret. Everyone will know I belong to three men. And yes—three, because the truth is, I’ve never stopped loving Roman. What I feel for Jasper and Zeke burns just as bright, and I know it’s our history, the mess and the magic of it, that’s pulled all of this back into the light so quickly. It scares me how right it feels, but when I look at Zeke, I see the truth shining in his eyes. I know it with the kind of certainty that lives in your bones.
I want all of them. I always have.
