“I wanted you to have my kids.”
He pounds into me.
Oh, fuck.
“I wanted the fucking world for you.”
My pussy clenches around him. He’s building me up so fast, it’s embarrassing.
“But you had to fuck it all up,” I mutter, staring into his eyes.
They harden.
He presses a large hand against my clit, and my body convulses. The hate and the love mix into one, and I’m tearing at the sheets to hold on.
“I fucking hate you,” I seethe. He presses harder and faster on my clit. “I hate what you did to me! I hate all of you! But you! You destroyed me!”
“Good, baby. Fucking hate me. I deserve it. Just make sure you never let me go.”
“Fuck you,” I moan loudly as my body shakes. I’m trying so hard not to let go.
“Fuck, yes, baby. Fucking come. Come on, Adela. Fucking come for me. You know you’re my girl. You’ll always be my girl no matter what.”
The mountain that’s been building releases in spurts and then all at once. My body tightens around his thick and hard cock. When his come fills me up, I completely let loose, and the orgasm rips through my body, releasing every ounce of energy I have. I start to see stars, and my hands pull Cody close to me.
He kisses me softly.
And for one brief, devastating moment, it feels like before. Like before I knew what I know now — just Cody and me and something that felt simple and whole and completely mine.
I pull back.
Because it isn't simple, it was never simple. And the haze of the orgasm he just gave me is not enough to make me forget that.
"I want to go home," I say. "To my dorm."
Cody looks at me.
"I need space."
"We gave you space," he says.
I sit up. The heaviness in my chest settling like something permanent. "I need more."
He leans in. "It's too late to drive back tonight."
"So you're keeping me here again?"
"You still haven't made a choice."
Something snaps in me. Clean through. "You want me to choose?" I look at all three of them. "Fine." My voice is completely steady. "I choose all three of you."
I say it like a trap because that's exactly what it is. Because I know Cody Ravenshaw better than he thinks I do, and I know that the one thing his possessive, obsessive love cannot survive, and that is sharing. I know it in my bones. He would sooner burn this lake house down than agree to this.
And Theo? I already know he’s not going to like this. No intelligent man would want to share his woman.
Beckett? He’s not going to want to share either.
Nobody speaks, and I feel the triumph in what I just said. I’ve always been three steps behind these men, and now I’m finally ahead of them. I can tell that they don't like this answer. I can feel them not liking it, and it is the best thing I have felt in a very long time.
