Cole’s tongue flicked over her clit, occasionally over my cock, and it felt so fucking good to be together like this.
Tristan had three fingers in Cole now, and Cole was writhing, caught between Eva’s mouth and Tristan’s fingers, overwhelmed with sensation.
“Ready?” Tristan asked Cole and lined himself up behind him.
The sound Cole made was desperate, perfect.
Tristan started to move, slow and deep, and I matched his rhythm with Eva.
“Fuck,” Cole groaned against Eva’s cunt. “Fuck, Tris, yes?—”
“That’s it,” Tristan encouraged him. “Take it, baby. You’re so fucking tight, so perfect.”
Eva couldn’t hold herself up anymore, the pleasure too intense. She collapsed forward onto Cole’s chest, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as I fucked her.
“Gonna breed you so good, sparrow,” Cole gaspedbetween licks. “Gonna fill you up until you’re round with our baby. Fuck, you’re gonna be so beautiful?—”
“Yes,” Eva sobbed, the fantasy pushing her higher. “Want that, want to be yours?—”
“You are ours,” Tristan said, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Always ours, our perfect fucking?—”
He came with a shout, buried deep in Cole, and then Cole lost it too, coming into Eva’s mouth. She let him dribble all over his stomach as I fucked her deep and steady.
Eva came next, clenching around my cock so tight, I could barely move, her entire body shaking with the force of her climax.
I followed, filling her as I’d filled her a hundred times before, marking her inside and out.
“Holy fuck,” Tristan breathed after a moment. “That was?—”
“Yeah,” Cole agreed.
Eva giggled, the sound turning into a yawn.
“I got you, baby girl,” I said, already moving to get a warm washcloth from the bathroom.
When I returned, Tristan had shifted to lie beside Eva, Cole on his other side. I cleaned her carefully, gently, pressing kisses to her thighs as I worked.
“You did so good,” I murmured. “So perfect for us.”
“You won,” she said to Tristan, her hand finding his. “I’m so proud of you.”
I climbed into bed behind Eva, pulling her back against my chest. The four of us were tangled together, satisfied and whole.
“Boston’s gonna be amazing,” Eva said sleepily. “All of us together.”
She was right.
As long as we were together, we could do anything.
EPILOGUE
TRISTAN
Five years later…
The puck dropped.Cole won the draw, snapped it back to our defenseman, and drove hard toward the net. I flanked him on the right—we’d done this a thousand times and were so synched up, we moved as one.
The opposing defenseman committed to Cole. He slid the puck across the ice. I one-timed it.
