We’re three bodies aligned, choosing this together.
And it feels ...right.
When I open my eyes again, Callaway meets my gaze over her shoulder.
Every time he thrusts into her, I feel the pressure of it in the way she tightens around me.The slick drag, the impossible heat, the way her body squeezes us like she was made for exactly this—for us.
Her voice breaks into a whimper, her head tipping back against my shoulder, her entire body trembling between us.
Vesper moans.“You’re both—so deep—I can’t—I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can,” Callaway growls against her skin.“You can take it.You are taking it.Fuck, baby—look at you.”
I slide my hand between us and find her clit, swollen and soaked, and rub tight, slow circles.
“I want to feel you come again,” I whisper into her ear.“Come for us, Vesper.Come with us still inside you.”
She shatters in seconds.
The orgasm rips through her, violent and beautiful, her entire body locking up, mouth open in a silent scream as she milks us both.Her thighs shake.Her nails dig into my chest.Her cunt pulses around me so hard I nearly lose it right there.
“Fuck—fuck—Vesper—” I grit, the heat coiling low and hard, pleasure crawling up my spine like it’s pulling the climax out of me.
Callaway’s voice breaks—rough, reverent.“I’m gonna come—fuck—you’re taking it so good?—”
“Do it,” she gasps, barely coherent.“Come in me—both of you—please, please?—”
My vision whites out.
I thrust deep and stay, my orgasm tearing through me in sharp, raw waves.I spill inside her, my hands gripping her hips, my chest pressed to her back, breath gone.
Callaway follows a beat later, his rhythm faltering as he buries himself in her with a guttural groan, forehead resting between her shoulder blades.
The sound of him breaking inside her is almost enough to undo me again.
We stay like that—suspended.Panting.Wrapped around each other, held together by heat and sweat and the things we can’t say yet.
Eventually, she sinks forward onto my chest, her breath feathering across my throat, Callaway’s arms still curled around her from behind.
And we just breathe.
Three hearts pounding in sync.
Three bodies still joined.
Three people choosing always and hoping for forever.
Epilogue
Vesper
Some stories don’t end.
They just pick up again.
I don’t know exactly when I stopped counting losses.Maybe it was the day I stopped running from what I wanted.Maybe it was when Monty and Callaway believed they could become a team again.Stopped running from their feelings and who they were and decided to love the only way they know—fully and unconditionally.
Or maybe it was here—this moment.
