Theirs to keep

One Reckless Yes

~ MIA ~

"Then don't."

Nate's voice was low, steady. He said it like it was the simplest thing in the world. Like the answer had been obvious all along and I was just now catching up.

My heart was beating so fast I could feel it in my throat. Adrian's hand was still on my thigh, warm through the denim of my jeans. Cole was watching me with those pale gray eyes, unreadable but intense. And Nate, across the table, hadn't looked away from me once.

For the first time in years, my head was quiet. No lists of responsibilities, no calculations about what Daniel would think, no voice in the back of my mind telling me to be careful, be good, be small.

Just this. Just them. Just the warmth of the whiskey in my blood and the heat of Adrian's palm against my leg and the way all three of them were looking at me like I was the only person in the room.

"There's a hotel across the street," Cole said. His voice was calm, almost casual, but I could see the tension in his jaw. "If you want somewhere to go that isn't home."

It was an out. A reasonable explanation. A hotel room where I could sleep off the alcohol and deal with my disaster of a life in the morning.

But we all knew that wasn't what he was offering.

I looked at him, then at Nate, then at Adrian. My mouth was dry. My skin felt too tight for my body.

The walk across the street was a blur. Cold air on my face, Adrian's hand on the small of my back, the lobby of the hotel bright and quiet at this hour. Nate handled everything at the front desk while Cole stood beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his body.

I didn't let myself think. Thinking would lead to doubt, and doubt would lead to stopping, and I didn't want to stop. Not tonight. Not when I finally felt like I was doing something for myself instead of for everyone else.

The elevator doors closed behind us, and Adrian kissed me.

I should have left.

I knew that.

But my body didn’t move.

I stood in the middle of the living room, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might split me open. The air was thick — not awkward, not tense — charged. Like one wrong breath would set everything on fire.

Nate’s eyes stayed on my face, calm, controlled. Dangerous.

“You’re shaking,” he said.

“I know,” I whispered.

Cole was behind me now. I hadn’t heard him move. His presence pressed into my back, solid and warm, not touching — not yet — but close enough that my breath caught.

“You can still walk out,” Adrian said softly from my right. “No one will stop you.”

I swallowed.

But the truth sat heavy and undeniable between my legs.

“I don’t want to leave.”

Silence.

Then Nate stepped closer. “Tell me, what you do want?.”

My voice trembled. “I want… to feel wanted.”

Cole’s breath brushed my ear. “You already are.”

Heat flooded my body.

Nate lifted my chin gently. “Look at me, Mia. This only happens if you want it. All of it.”

I nodded. “I want it.”

“One of us?” he asked.

My lips parted.

“All of you.”

Something dark and hungry flickered across his face.

“Good,” Nate said quietly. “Then give yourself to us.”

His mouth crashed into mine — deep, claiming, slow enough to make me ache. I moaned into the kiss, my hands gripping his shirt as his tongue slid against mine.

Cole’s hands finally touched me — strong, possessive — gripping my hips, pulling me back against his hard body. I felt him through his jeans and gasped.

Adrian’s fingers slipped into my hair, tilting my head as Nate’s mouth moved to my neck, sucking, biting just enough to make my knees weak.

“Still okay?” Nate murmured.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”

Hands moved everywhere now.

My dress was lifted, panties tugged down my thighs. Cool air kissed my bare p***y and I whimpered — exposed, wet, aching.

Cole dropped to his knees.

I didn’t even have time to process before his mouth was on me.

“Oh—f**k—” I cried out, clutching Nate’s shoulders as Cole’s tongue slid through my p***y, slow and deliberate, tasting me like he was starving.

He groaned against me. “You’re soaked.”

Adrian’s hand slipped between my breasts, pinching my n****e as Nate kissed me hard, swallowing my sounds while Cole buried his face between my legs.

I was shaking now, legs barely holding me up.

Cole’s tongue flicked my c**t, relentless, perfect. I cried out, my p***y clenching as pleasure coiled tight and fast.

“Nate,” I sobbed. “I’m—”

“Come for him,” Nate commanded softly. “Let go.”

I did.

My o****m tore through me, violent and blinding, my p***y throbbing against Cole’s mouth as I screamed into Nate’s shoulder.

Before I could recover, Nate lifted me easily and laid me back on the couch.

“You’re not done,” he said.

He pushed inside me slowly, stretching me, filling me completely.

“f**k,” I gasped. “Nate—”

He f****d me deep and steady, making me feel every inch of him, while Adrian knelt beside us, his hand stroking my c**t in perfect rhythm.

Cole leaned over me, kissing me hard, hungry. “You look so f*****g beautiful like this.”

I came again — harder — my p***y clenching around Nate as he groaned and buried himself deep, coming inside me with a sharp breath.

Adrian followed soon after, and then Cole, each taking their turn with me, until I was nothing but trembling limbs and raw sensation.

Afterward, they didn’t rush me. Didn’t push me away.

They pulled me between them on the couch, warm bodies surrounding me, arms holding me like I belonged.

For the first time in months, I felt safe.

My eyes drifted shut.

And somewhere between exhaustion and satisfaction, I fell asleep.