Her eyes blinked open, foggy with sleep. She looked at Cole, then at me, and I braced for her to pull away, to retreat behind her walls.
Instead, she shifted closer to him, making room. “Good,” she whispered, her voice rough with sleep. “Where’s Tristan?”
“Couch,” I said.
She frowned, already half-asleep again. “Get him.”
My chest tightened at the command—she wanted all of us here. Cole’s eyes met mine over her head, bright hope in his expression. I climbed back out of bed and went to the living room.
Tristan was sprawled across my couch, one arm thrown over his face. I shook his shoulder gently.
“Come to bed,” I said.
He blinked up at me, confused. “What?”
“Eva wants you.”
He was up in seconds, following me back to the bedroom. When he saw Cole already there, his smile was slow and genuine.
“Room for one more?” he asked.
Eva held the covers up in answer. Tristan climbed inbeside Cole, immediately curling around him, his thigh thrown over Cole’s legs.
I slid back in beside Eva, between her and the door. She scooted her ass right up against Cole, and he chuckled softly, smoothing her hair out of his face.
“I’m glad you came,” she whispered to him.
He kissed the top of her head.
I slid Eva’s thigh over mine. Cole’s fingers found mine on Eva’s hip. I threaded them together and held on tight.
This was what I wanted—the four of us tangled together, choosing each other, even if none of us knew what the fuck we were doing or if this would survive past Carter’s destruction.
For now, it was enough.
52
EVA
An alarm went off,and I swore softly. Tristan and I had to get to practice. I was curled up in a pile of warm bodies, safe and comfortable, and I didn’t want to get up, didn’t want to face what waited for me outside of this bed.
“Someone hit snooze,” I whined.
Hands traced up my back. “Baby girl, do you have time to hit snooze this morning?”
“Yes,” Tristan said definitively from behind Cole.
“Good,” Cole said, brushing his lips against mine. “Just enough time, then.”
I stretched and yawned then gasped as two mouths descended onto my breasts—Alek and Cole. Surrendering was dangerous. They’d hurt me before, and I knew they would again, but their mouths on my skin made it impossible to remember why I should care.
Alek teased my nipple with his tongue as he sucked, sending bliss curling through me. Cole was crueler, biting and nipping me before soothing the ache with his tongue. I gasped, my back arching into their touch.
“Such a good little slut for us,” Cole murmured.
My eyes met Tristan’s over Cole’s shoulder, and he reached around to stroke Cole’s cock, smiling softly as he kissed Cole’s shoulder. “Good morning, kitten.”
“Good morn—” I moaned, my words cut off when fingers circled my clit as someone else’s fingers plunged inside me. I didn’t know who it was, only that it felt amazing, stretching me, teasing me.