I hold his gaze, not daring to look away as he fists his cock and strokes fast. A broken roar rips from his throat as he unloads all over my pussy, painting me like I still belong to him.
I slide my fingers through the mess and bring them to my lips, tasting him, probably tasting Zeke and Jasper too, but this is for Roman. I want him to know I still ache for him, even if he can’t bring himself to touch me right now.
He inhales sharply, freezing as he watches, his gaze dropping to my mouth. I see him teeter on the edge for a moment, torn between restraint and hunger. He jolts forward like he’s going to kiss me, ready to take what he wants, but catches himself at the last second, stopping just shy of me.
“I am fucking ruined in the best way.” Jasper moans from beneath me, shattering the moment.
Eventually, all four of us end up sprawled across the bed. I know I’ll need a shower soon, we all will, but I’m not ready to break this afterglow just yet.
“I hope Coach’s ceremony still happens Saturday,” Zeke says, his fingers threading lazily through my hair. My head rests on his chest, his body pressed against Roman’s, while Jasper is spreadacross my legs like he plans to stay there forever. “If the date changes, I don’t think we’ll get the chance to come back.”
“I hope so too, otherwise, my mom’s going to be unbearable.”
“Give the woman a break,” Roman says, chuckling. “She’s had to put up with your dad for decades.”
Jasper lifts his head just enough to chime in. “Don’t talk about Brenda like that, Addie. She used to send the team cookies.”
“She still does.”
“Your dad’s lucky to have a good woman,” Zeke adds.
“Yeah, maybe.”
There’s a beat of silence, then Zeke gently nudges me. “Okay, explain that.”
“I just think she could’ve been firmer with my dad sometimes. You know how he could be, but I don’t know… She’d have me back with Mikey tomorrow if she had her way.”
“Why the fuck would she be okay with that?” Roman blurts, saying exactly what everyone else is thinking.
“She’s never believed in divorce. To her, marriage is something you endure, no matter what. Not that my dad would ever actually hurt her, but I think she’d stay with him even if he did.”
“Did you ever consider staying with Mikey?” Zeke asks.
“Not once. I think I was already looking for a way out, and thankfully, he handed it to me.”
“So what’s next for you, princess?” I turn my face toward Roman, meeting his stare. “Do you think you’ll get divorced?”
The question catches me off guard—not because I haven’t thought about it, but because no one’s actually said it out loud. Everything's just been sitting in limbo, suspended in this awful in-between where we're separated but not moving forward.
“I don’t want to stay a King any longer than I have to,” I say honestly. “So yeah, the sooner I can start the process, the better.”
“Does he know there’s no chance you’re getting back together?”Jasper cuts in, sitting up slightly. “Because Mikey was always a persistent fuck. You know I always hated you around him.”
“I was lost for a long time, and he was there when I needed someone, but marrying him was never truly what I wanted.”
“So what does Addison Hope want now?” Zeke asks, deliberately using my maiden name.
“Happiness. That’s all. What about you three?”
Roman glances at Jasper. Jasper looks to Zeke. Zeke's gaze finds Roman, and I suddenly feel like I’ve been left out of something I didn’t even know was happening. Silence stretches between us until I sit up slowly, shifting Jasper off my legs so I can see all three of them properly.
“What aren’t you saying?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know what they want.”
Jasper sits up, pushing his hand through his hair. “Dude, I love you, but I swear, if you keep acting like the way you feel about Addie is somehow separate from the way Zeke and I feel, I’m gonna knock you the fuck out. There’s no just ‘me and Zeke,’” Jasper says, looking between us. “Whether you admit it or not, we all feel the same. You can guard that big, messed-up heart of yours, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re still in love with her.” Roman’s silence says more than any denial could. “What we want is you, angel. All of us, including Roman, and I’m sick of pretending like that’s not what this is. We’re already all in, every single one of us, and I’m done dancing around it.”
“Jasper…” Zeke says softly as Jasper stands, grabbing his underwear and yanking it on like he can’t stand to be exposed for another second.
