That thought—the knowledge that my orgasm would set them off—was the final push I’d needed.
I sucked in a ragged breath as my core clenched tight, pulsing rhythmically. My system flooded with heat. It was an electric buzz that whited out my vision and fried my brain cells.
My limbs turned to jelly, and I slumped forward, begging them not to stop. I never wanted this high to end. Monroe and Alec were still moving inside me, still chasing their own highs. They shuttled their shafts in and out of me in sync, giving as much as taking their ecstasy.
My voice was wrecked, a raw rasp when I whispered, “Unload inside me. Mark me up. Paint me. Show me who owns me.”
Monroe’s hips stuttered first, and his erection throbbed inside me. Heat flooded me, and my kitty clenched tight again, my orgasm renewing itself. Monroe shouted out through gritted teeth, and Alec choked out a cry. His shaft grew impossibly harder, and my hole clamped down on him, wanting everything he could give me. He ground his hips forward and stilled, pumping me full of his cum.
I floated there in that glorious realm of half-consciousness. My entire body tingled, aftershocks wracking through me as they stayed deep inside me. Somehow, they knew that this was exactly what I needed—being close to them, connected in themost primal of ways after they’d marked me. It was everything in that moment. The way they held me—gentle and loving—even though neither one of them had treated me with kid gloves while they were making love to me, was a love language in and of itself.
Alec withdrew slowly, and I whimpered. But he held me tight as he kissed my nape and shoulders. Monroe’s softening shaft slid from me next, and I hissed at the emptiness. He rolled us to the side, and both he and Alec shifted closer to me, eliminating the distance between us. Alec’s softened penis rested in my crease, and I fed Monroe’s monster between my legs, letting it rest in the wetness seeping from me.
We were quiet for a long time, just touching and kissing each other—reconnecting now that the urgency had passed.
“I thought I’d lost both of you,” I confessed quietly. “But I was ready to fight for you. Both of you. I was going to get us on a flight to the US as soon as we could. I would have rung every doorbell in San Diego until I found you.”
“Or you could have just answered my call,” Alec murmured, kissing my shoulder. “I was sitting there in that airport lounge, wishing I’d never left this bed. You make me happy.” He paused and inhaled slowly, shifting onto his elbow. I turned to him and drew him down, bringing his lips to mine. When we broke apart, he gave me a small smile. His eyes swam with emotion.
“My contract with the Seals isn’t signed yet. It’s huge. It’s everything I ever wanted. Except it’s worthless without the two of you. You’ve made me feel more alive, more loved, in the last two weeks than I’ve ever felt before.”
“You have to sign that contract,” Monroe said. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked away as he played with my hair. “There’s no better than the NHL, and you deserve to be there.”
“I deserve to be with you.”
“Not at the expense of a career you’ve worked all your life to build up.” Monroe shook his head, still refusing to look at Alec.
Alec stilled, and he ground his teeth together. “So all that talk in the airport was just talk? Hollow words?” He swallowed hard, and his muscles tensed, readying for a fight. “You got off, so, what, now what we’d just promised each other is impossible?”
Monroe lifted his gaze to Alec’s. His eyes were filled with turmoil. Worry and disappointment clouded his normally vibrant blue eyes. “No, Alec. Not that at all. I want you. I love you.” He turned to me. “I love both of you. I want this—us—to last, which means that you can’t give up your career for us. I won’t let you make that kind of sacrifice—”
“We can commute,” I cut in and pulled myself up until I was sitting. This wasn’t a conversation to be had lightly, and I couldn’t do it lying down as my guys were hovering above me. “Monroe and I can visit you during the season when you’ve got stretches at home. Then for part of the off season, you can come to us. We can make it work. Heck, we could even move to the US.”
My heart was hammering in my chest, my palms sweating. We were in love. That’s all that mattered. We could work everything else out. It was all minor details.
Monroe stilled. “You’d do that? You’d leave home?”
“Yes,” I answered without hesitation. “If it meant being with you, I’d leave Australia in a heartbeat.”
Monroe sat up slowly, then rested his elbows on his knees. He hung his head low and closed his eyes. “I’d be leaving Zali. I want… but….”
I slid my fingers through his and squeezed his hand tight. With my other hand, I turned his face, cupping his cheek. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his in a soft, lingering kiss. “We’ll work it out, Monroe. If Alec giving up the NHL is too big asacrifice, so is you leaving Zali. She’s your family. This doesn’t have to be all or nothing.”
He nodded and flicked his gaze to Alec. Our guy had shifted to his knees and now crawled over to Monroe, stopping only when he was between Monroe’s legs. He brushed back a piece of Monroe’s hair that had fallen forward and murmured, “I promise, we’ll make this work without any of us giving up what’s important.”
Monroe leaned forward and rested his forehead against Alec’s. My heart warmed at the sight. They were so obviously in love that it made me fall for them even more. Alec tugged me closer, and I wrapped my arms around my guys, holding them tight. Everything up to this moment had happened for a reason, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that we would work this out. I had faith because I had them.
***
I was curled up on the outdoor lounge overlooking the river that Monroe’s townhouse backed onto. Boats putted by, and in the backyard of the townhouse next door, a boy was throwing a stick into the water. His pup kept eagerly swimming for it and dropping it at the boy’s feet.
“Spence, that’s enough, mate,” Monroe warned. I turned to him, brows furrowed. The boy wasn’t doing anything wrong. Was he?
“Okay, Roe,” he said with a smile. “Can I throw the stick into your yard?”
“Absolutely, mate. No need to ever ask that.”
“What…?” I asked, my gaze bouncing between Zali and Monroe.
