“Blyat,” Alek swore, fucking me more roughly now, fucking me into Eva’s mouth. Cole sped up too.
Perfect. She was always perfect. Hot and tight and ours.
Eva shattered, screaming around my cock, her whole body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
I followed her over, spilling into her mouth and dribbling down her chin, and fuck, I might have paid more attention, except that Alek was fucking me hard and coming inside me at the same time, and my eyes crossed with the pleasure of it.
“Give me one more, sparrow,” Cole commanded, continuing his fast, hard rhythm. I pulled away from Eva so I could watch him pound into her. “C’mon, princess. Let me knock you up. Let me fill that tight pussy and make a baby with you tonight.”
She shrieked as she came, her fingers clenching into the mattress, her entire body seizing as he threw his head back and did exactly as he’d promised—came inside of her.
Alek pulled out of me so he could watch Cole’s cum leak out of our girl. He made an approving sound then caught it with his fingers and pushed it back inside her.
Eva whimpered at the sensation.
“Greedy girl,” Alek murmured as she dropped her head onto the mattress, collapsing forward with a laugh.
We shifted into aftercare automatically. Cole grabbed a warm washcloth. I fetched a glass of water. And Alek checked her over carefully, pressing kisses to each mark we’d left.
“Good girl,” he praised. “You did so well.”
“Idowant kids one day,” she mumbled as she snuggled up to me, her words almost unintelligible with sleep.
I pulled her against my chest. Cole took her other side, and Alek settled at my back, one heavy arm over all of us.
“One day,” I promised her. “When you’re ready.”
“Whenwe’reready,” Cole said softly, meeting my eyes, his own soft and full of love.
Eva’s breathing evened out quickly, exhaustion finally catching up. I watched her face relax into sleep, felt the weight of Alek’s arm across us both, heard Cole’s steady breathing on the other side of her.
Five years ago, we were broken people doing unforgivable things to each other. We’d hurt her, and she’d had every right to walk away.
But she hadn’t.
Five years of therapy. Of apologies. Of Cole staying sober even when it was hard—especially when it was hard. Of Alek learning to trust, to let us in. Of me learning that loving this beautiful polycule meant more than just being useful to them—it meant showing up, working on myself, and doing whatever the fuck it took toprotectthem.
Tomorrow, Eva would wake at five a.m. She’d drink the coffee Alek had already prepped. She’d wear the scrubs I’d laid out. She’d save lives at Mass General while we went to practice, preparing for the playoffs.
We’d barely see each other for the next two weeks—her schedule was brutal, and we had back-to-back road games coming up.
But we’d make it work.
In two weeks, we’d drive down to Yorkfield. We’d have Easter dinner with Eva’s father and his new girlfriend—five years sober, volunteering, building a life worth living.
“Love you, Tris,” Eva mumbled in her sleep, burrowing deeper into my chest.
My throat tightened. “Love you too, kitten.”
Cole’s hand found hers across the bed. “Love all of you,” he whispered.
“Vsegda,” Alek murmured. Always.
I pressed a kiss to Eva’s hair, her heart beat steady against mine.
Five years, and we were just getting started.
This was what happily ever after looked like for us—messy and complicated and hard-won, built on forgiveness and choice and the absolute fucking certainty that we belonged together.
