“Stay with me,” I whisper against her skin.“Don’t come yet.Let me give you everything.”
“I’m trying,” she breathes.“But I feel?—”
“You feel perfect,” I murmur.“You feel like home.”
Behind me, Monty slows too, hands wrapped around my waist, fingertips firm and grounding.He presses a kiss between my shoulder blades.Then another.And when he leans down, voice rasping in my ear, I feel it in my spine.
“I missed this,” he says.“You.Us.All of it.”
“I’m right here,” I whisper back, choked on the truth.“We’re here.”
I start to move again, setting the rhythm—deep, slow thrusts into her that match the way Monty fucks me.We’re stacked in heat and pressure, each stroke drawing out a moan, a gasp, a cry.
Vesper’s nails dig into my arms.Her eyes roll back.Her mouth opens in a breathless please.
Monty grunts behind me, hips snapping forward harder.
And then we find it—the rhythm that turns bodies into instruments.That shatters time.That makes it impossible to tell where one of us ends and the other begins.
Vesper trembles beneath me.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers.“Please don’t stop.I’m—oh my God—Cally?—”
“I’ve got you,” I gasp.“Come for me.Show us.”
Her back arches off the bed.Her thighs shake.Her pussy squeezes around my cock so fucking tight, I nearly lose it right there.
She screams our names.Not just mine.Not just his.
Ours.
And that’s it.
My orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, all fire and light and sobbing breath.My vision goes white.My heart cracks open.
And then ...Everything explodes.
Not just come.Not just pleasure.
It’s as if my soul has been shattered into light.Like the broken, jagged pieces of me that I’ve carried for years—grief, guilt, love too long silenced—burst into the air, glittering and bright.
And then I see it.
I see the pieces come back together.
Not the way they were.
Not the way they used to be.
But new.Reformed.Rebuilt with the three of us.
Vesper’s breathless body.Monty’s weight behind me.My heart, open, thudding in their hands.
Monty groans behind me—deep and guttural—fucking into me one last time before he comes with a curse and my name, spilling into the condom as his chest slams against my back.
And for a moment, we’re just breath and heat and love.
No pain.
