I pull off Koa's jersey off myself slowly, deliberately, watching their eyes track the movement. Then my shirt. My bra. My jeans. Until I'm standing in just underwear and the white ink magnolia tattoo on my hip is visible.
"Bed," I say, pointing to my bed—the one that's barely big enough for two people, let alone four.
We'll make it work.
Koa moves first because he’s always first. He’s my main. He's already pulling off his hoodie as he crosses the room, revealing that canvas of muscle and fading bruises. The injuries from all the stunts he’s pulled since we met are mostly healed now.
I push him down onto the bed and straddle him, feeling him already hard beneath me. His hands come to my hips immediately, possessive, and I let him hold me for a moment before I turn my attention to the others.
"Revan. Atticus. Clothes off."
They comply and watching them undress is its own kind of foreplay. Revan's neat about it, folding his clothes and setting them aside. Atticus just strips carelessly, dropping everything on the floor, his cock already hard and ready.
"Come here," I say to Revan.
He approaches and I guide his hand between my legs, still clothed but getting wetter by the second. His fingers find my clit through the fabric, and I gasp, grinding down on Koa beneath me.
"Atticus," I breathe. "Kiss me."
He's there immediately, his mouth claiming mine while Revan works me through my underwear and Koa's hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise. Three sets of hands, three different touches, and I'm already so close to the edge it's almost embarrassing.
"Off," Koa growls, tugging at my underwear. "Need them off."
I lift enough for him to slide them down, and then I'm bare, exposed, completely at their mercy except I'm not at their mercy at all—they're at mine.
This is surrender, but it's also control.
This is submission, but it's also dominance.
This is all four of us finding the place where those contradictions make sense.
Koa lifts me slightly and I feel him position himself. "Ready?" he asks, and the gentleness in his voice despite the hunger in his eyes does something to my heart.
"Yes."
He pulls me down onto him and we both groan at the sensation. No condom—we stopped using them two weeks ago after tests came back clean, and I assured them the IUD was foolproof. Nothing between us now, just heat and friction and perfect connection.
I start to move, riding him slowly while Atticus's mouth finds my breast and Revan's fingers continue their work between my legs. The pleasure builds fast, overwhelming, and I'm gasping within minutes.
"That's it," Koa growls beneath me. "Take what you need."
I do. I take and take and take until I'm coming apart, clenching around Koa, crying out into Atticus's mouth because he's kissing me again, swallowing my sounds.
Koa follows seconds later, his hands bruising-tight on my hips as he spills inside me.
But we're not done. Not even close.
The night stretches ahead of us, full of possibilities and promises and the kind of satisfaction that comes from being completely, utterly known.
Atticus is next, pulling me off Koa and onto the bed. He's rougher than Koa was, all that British restraint finally breaking, and I love it. Love the way he makes me feel small and protected and claimed all at once. Instead of my pussy, he aims for my ass. I squeal, and he pulls my hips back.
“What did I say, sexy? This ass is mine.”
We haven’t done anal in front of the other two yet, but I don’t look at their faces to see what they’re thinking. I stare at Atticus, letting him in my ass.
He smacks it and says, “Relax.”
Koa grabs Atticus’s shoulder, getting ready to throw blows with him. I grab Koa’s dick and mutter, “It’s okay.”
