June
Heat still pulsed through me in uneven waves. My muscles were loose and twitching while my lungs tried to catch up. Every inch of skin felt raw and bright, nerves sparking at the lightest shift, like my body hadn’t decided where to land after it came apart.
One look at the frustration burning in Elias’ eyes told me I wouldn’t be landing any time soon.
“Wrong.”
His movements were sure and fast for someone of his bulk. He hooked his arm behind my knee, then fell onto his back, bringing me with him. His intentions became clear the second I my legs came down on either side of his face.
“Sit.” He reinforced his command with a firm grasp on my waist, pulling me down.
Fire erupted in my clit as soon as I made contact with his mouth, his nose, all of it. Elias ate me out like a starved man while I rode his face. The rocking in my hips was stilted at first, but with his steady hands on my ass to guide me, I soon found just the right rhythm.
I took both Cole and Rhett in my hands, and the sound that came out of them sent a fresh surge of juice dripping out of me. I slid vigorously over Elias’ face, barely keeping my shit together as the sensation spread out in heated sparks. Down my thighs, tightening around my pulsing clit.
All three of them, I thought. All three of them are taking me at the same time.
Cole pushed up onto his knees and without a word, fed me his cock. I sucked him in with a long moan, dragging my flat tongue along the base of his shaft. His legs quivered, and he bucked his hips to thrust deeper. Tears sprung into my eyes when his tip hit the back of my throat, and my grasp on Rhett squeezed in response.
“Ah… fuck…” Rhett sank his teeth into my shoulder, then licked the sensitive area with his tongue right after. My pussy clenched with need.
Cole placed his hand on the back of my head and fucked my mouth with forceful but measured thrusts, grunting through each one. “You look so good like this. Opening up for me. Good girl.”
A deep, shaky moan vibrated out of me, and curled around his dick. He grit his teeth, cursing under his breath as he pumped harder. I jerked, grinding down even more. Part of me wanted to check with Elias if he needed to breathe, but his mouth had me trapped in a kind of ecstasy I wasn’t ready to relinquish.
But then his hands were closing on me again, lifting me up. It was only just enough to lose that sweet contact with his face, but I released Cole’s hard length with a disappointed moan. “What are you—?”
My question became null when Elias stuck out his tongue and started flicking my clit. His pace was aggressive, like every other thing he did to me, and a humiliating whine shuddered out of me. He didn’t stop. Fingers bruising my hips as he demanded the last of my restraint into submission.
“Let me help you out,” Rhett breathed into my neck, sending me into a slight lean to give him more access.
He slipped two fingers into me, and I cried out, my pussy clamping around him instantly.
“You call that technique?” Cole smirked.
A low chuckle bubbled in Rhett’s chest. “Looks to me like she’s enjoying it.”
One thrust, two and three. But that’s not what he really intended, because he collected the slick from my arousal and slid his fingers back.
Back to my ass.
Slowly, he circled my forbidden entrance with his fingertips, coating me with my juices.
“Oh yeah, you like that,” he breathed. “Don’t you?”
I bit my lip and nodded as he continued playing with me.
And when he finally dipped a finger into my hole, I was done. Another orgasm shattered me to pieces, and their hands shot out to hold me up. Because I couldn’t. My body went limp, seized by rolling waves of blistering heat that showed no stopping.
Cole took my panting face in both his hands and claimed me with a crushing kiss that stole the last of my breath. As if he wanted to remind me about his place. Not just head of the Reapers, but he was vying to be head of my heart. Just when I thought I couldn’t melt anymore. I drank him in with fervor, the kiss turning clumsy and desperate.
Rhett continued playing with my ass. Elias shifted higher, his head and shoulders edging right over the side of the bed. But it brought his dick right up to my entrance. I gave a soft, approving moan, and started to sink down.
But Cole broke the kiss, his arm wrapped firmly around my back. “Captain always gets first dibs.”
He took me with him as he dropped onto the bed, adjusting my body with a swift pivot that set me on his hard length in reverse cowgirl. He lifted his hips to bury himself all the way inside me, and I felt the tension twist again.
They were passing me around like their own personal sex toy.
And I loved it.
He took control, thrusting up to bounce me on his cock, whispering dirty words of praise against my back. Elias pushed off the bed and came to stand beside us, rubbing his shaft over my breasts while I stroked Rhett, who’d been surprisingly patient through all this.
He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, eyes on fire as he said, “You’re gonna ruin us all.”
A smug mix of pride and pleasure leapt through me, and my pussy clamped down around Cole. But I didn’t get to savor it for too long, because Elias stuck his hands under my arms and lifted me again.
Before I knew what was happening, he slammed me up against the wall and thrust into me. Hard. I blinked the stars from my vision, the back of my head thudding but in the best way. He had me stretched wide, just like that night in the gym. When I was filled up all the way, I wasn’t sure if I could take much more. It didn’t stop him from giving it to me though. Elias drove into me over and over, one hand supporting my ass. But my body was broken. My limbs were limp and swung wildly with every thrust, punctuated by his primal grunting.
“So big…” I choked out, my head thumping against the wall.
He growled low in his throat and rammed into me with each word. “Sweet. Tight. Pussy.”
“We’re supposed to share her, not break her.” The arousal in Rhett’s voice was thick and dirty.
He tapped Elias on the shoulder like we were at an old-fashioned dance and he wanted to cut in.
“Your turn?” Elias asked.
“My turn,” Rhett confirmed.
The ache in my pussy throbbed with the loss of Elias’ huge cock, and I sprawled onto the bed where Rhett had flung me. I didn’t have the strength to roll over, just lay there panting on my stomach. The bed dipped, and Rhett’s hands were on my hips, pulling me to rock back on all fours. He collected the slick from between my legs and dragged it up, dipping in and around my hole. I expected him to slip a finger inside my ass again, but Rhett wasn’t the type to repeat himself.
This time it was his cock.
We’d talked about this. Fantasized about it as some hypothetical future thing we would try when I was ready. And as his crown rubbed against my tight backdoor entrance, I realized: I was ready.
“Yes,” I purred. “Give it to me.”
“Can you take it?” he asked.
I bit my lip and said, “I think so. I want to try.”
“You heard her,” Cole said. “Give her what she wants.”
I cried out, fisting the bedsheets as I braced against the feel of Rhett sliding the tip of his cock into my ass. He paused, waiting for my reaction, and I gave him an emphatic nod.
It was a lot, but I could handle it.
Rhett spread my cheeks and pushed deeper. Soon I was nothing more than a groaning, dripping wreck at his mercy.
“Told you she likes me best,” he said.
Cole scoffed. “You’re just warming her up for me.”
The bed dipped again, and Cole slid under me. He waited for Rhett to edge out of my ass and give him more room, then thrust his cock up into my drenched pussy. Rhett returned a moment later, plunging deep into my ass again.
They’re inside me at the same time.
My lungs forgot how to breathe, and I rapidly blinked away the stars bursting in my vision. The pressure built from both sides, a deep pull that left my body quaking with the effort to take them. They moved in a steady rhythm that left no space inside me, a tight stretch that moved past what I thought I could manage.
“Now my turn.”
I hadn’t noticed Elias coming to stand in front of me. But I sure as fuck noticed the way he pumped his gigantic cock into my mouth. Hot tears streaked my cheeks as I gagged through it, jaw maxed out but desperate to please him. The first squirt of his arousal coated my tongue and slipped down my throat. It was too much and nowhere near enough at the same time. Even as they all had their dicks in me, I wanted more. I wanted it to never end.
“Yes!” I cried out, stroking Elias as I took a moment to breathe. “Yes, give it to me, all of you, please.”
“Fuck…” Rhett gritted out.
Cole leaned up and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth while I rode him.
My desire peaked, and the throbbing knot pulled tight around my clit finally snapped. The earth stopped spinning as millions of explosions wrecked what was left of me. My pussy clamped around Cole, causing a tighter squeeze around Rhett, and with no breath in my lungs, I sucked Elias hard.
The men crashed over the edge at the same time, jerking and grunting as they spilled their hot come into me. Driving deep and staying until there was nothing left to give. Filling all three of my holes at the same time.
We cried out, screaming and groaning, squeezing and clenching. A tangle of bodies all joined together inside of me, a pincushion for the hockey team. And in that perfect moment of bliss, I knew we would be all right.
What we had was amazing.
We flopped onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and ragged breath. I couldn’t tell where I ended and any one of them began.
“I think this point goes to me,” Rhett said, chest heaving with a breathless chuckle. “Are you okay?”
“Mmm, I’m more than okay,” I said. “I might be sore, but that was incredible.”
“I’m surprised you liked it so much,” Cole said.
“Me too!” I admitted. “It’s always been a fantasy of mine, but it was better than I could have imagined.
“I liked this,” Elias announced. “All of us together. We make a good team, yes?”
“Sure do,” Cole agreed, patting him on the arm.
“We should do this every day,” Rhett said. “For a week or two. On vacation somewhere.”
“Mmm, like the beach?” I said.
Rhett pushed up to one elbow and smirked. “I fucking love the beach. Give me a beer and a beach chair and I’m happy as a pig in mud.”
Cole cocked his head and said, “I have something planned, actually.”
“You do?” I asked.
Cole nodded. “But you have to trust me.”
*
As the plane began its descent, I pressed my forehead to the window, unable to tear my eyes away from the view below. The city of Florence unfolded beneath the clouds like a painting, with terracotta rooftops clustered together in warm, uneven patterns, and the Arno River winding through the city like a ribbon of light. The sun hung low, gilding the domes and bridges in soft gold. I caught my breath when I spotted the Duomo rising above it all, impossibly grand and ancient.
“Excited?” Cole asked, leaning close to look over my shoulder.
“I took an Art History class when I was at Georgia,” I explained. “We learned about so many cool things, but I never expected to get to see any of them in real life. But the Duomo is right there! I can see the gold roof!
“And somehow you thought the Statue of David was overrated?”
“Compared to David Rose,” I insisted. “But on its own, I’m sure it’s magnificent.”
“It’s just a statue,” Rhett said from the Business Class seat behind us. “I can ask AI to create a picture of a statue of me that looks way better.”
Next to him, Elias said, “I will take you to Sweden. My country is more beautiful than Florence.”
“That’s something only a crazy person would say,” Cole replied. “But Stockholm is a cool city. I played in a scrimmage there against the Swedish National Team when I was in college.”
“I remember that,” Alice said from her special seat across the aisle, her electronic voice cutting through the din of engine noise. “You came home and said you would move to Sweden if you weren’t drafted into the NHL.”
“Good thing I was drafted,” Cole replied. “I would hate to live there in the winter.”
“Cold is good for you!” Elias insisted. “Strong weather makes strong men.”
When the plane touched down, we moved Alice to her special wheelchair and then went through customs. The Italian man behind the glass frowned at my passport—the photo was old, I knew—but then stamped it and waved me on with a bored expression.
Our taxi driver spoke in quick, melodic Italian. Although I didn’t understand any of it, his warmth made me smile. I rolled down the window to let in the evening air, which smelled faintly of espresso and blocks of stone warmed by the sun. Scooters darted past, bells chimed from distant churches in the city, and every corner of Florence seemed to reveal another piece of history .
By the time we reached our hotel, my heart felt light in a way it hadn’t in years.
Cole had booked us in a massive four-bedroom suite that, despite the ancient age of the building, had been retrofitted with an elevator and wheelchair ramps.
“How lucky!” I said as we walked around inside.
“Not luck,” Alice insisted. “Cole always makes sure. For me.”
I snuggled closer to Cole. “You’re lucky to have him as a brother.”
“Let’s not get carried away,” she said. “He’s lucky to have me as a sister!”
We were up early the next morning for a huge breakfast in the hotel’s dining room, and then we took taxis to the Accademia Gallery museum. “They’re opening it half an hour early, just for us,” Rhett explained.
“Really?” I replied.
“Gio Allavecchio owes me a favor,” Rhett explained, referencing one of the wingers on the Reapers. “He pulled some strings. We’ve got the place to ourselves for thirty minutes.”
“What do we want to see first?” Elias asked.
Cole smirked at me. “I know. Follow me.”
The room felt almost like a chapel, with a quiet, reverent air. The walls were a soft, pale stone, and the early morning light streamed in from a skylight high above the domed ceiling.
Michaelangelo’s David stood at the far end of the hall, beneath that dome, elevated on a marble pedestal that made him seem even taller than his seventeen feet. The light caught the smooth curves of his body as we approached. Every detail looked alive, like the statue might suddenly start breathing.
I took a moment, savoring the famous statue’s presence while we were alone with it, rather than sharing the experience with hundreds of other tourists.
“Well?” Cole asked. “What do you think?”
“I think I’ve been wrong all this time,” I admitted. “This wins.”
He smiled triumphantly. “Told you.”
“Why does it win?” Alice asked. “What do you mean?”
“On our first date—”
“Second date,” I corrected.
“It was both our first and our second date,” Cole clarified. “We were discussing which David was better. Michaelangelo’s David,” he gestured at the statue before us, “or David Rose.”
“Who?” Elias asked.
“David Rose. From Schitt’s Creek,” I said.
Elias’s eyebrows furrowed. “What is a Shit Creek?”
“It’s a show. David Rose is one of the characters.”
“And you believed he was better than this?” Elias asked in disbelief.
“I take back what I said,” Alice’s electronic voice echoed in the chamber. “You have worse opinions than my brother.”
“Hey! I’m admitting I’m wrong!”
“Too late,” she insisted. “My opinion of you is forever damaged.”
“I must agree with Alice,” Elias said, patting her shoulder. “I will go back to Stockholm. Find a nice Swedish girl to fall in love with.”
We laughed and teased each other, then admired the statue a little bit longer. Finally, when we’d gotten our fill, we held hands and moved deeper into the museum. Alice had strong opinions about what she wanted to see next, and we were happy to oblige her.
We were happy in general, too. Happier than any of us ever thought was possible.
Because we were together.
