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I try to warn them. “I—I’m—oh, oh,f-fuck, ah…” I can’t get the words out between my wildly hitching breaths and moans.
Eli pulls back a few centimetres to let me speak. “Baby?”
“I’m going to—I-I’m—”
Under me, Riv suddenly tugs on one of my nipples, hard. I shout, my hips jerking over his, pushing him even deeper into me—and that’s enough to send him over the edge. His grip on my waist suddenly tightens, short fingernails digging hard into my skin as his whole body shudders underneath me. I feel his cock spasm as his hot come strokes into me, filling me deep. I sigh, loving the feeling. As if he set off a chain reaction, Eli groans, spilling into my mouth. I gasp, gulping down the salty hot come filling my throat. Every muscle in my body tenses as I get closer and closer to another orgasm. Cole chokes behind me as I clench down on him, groaning deeply as his hips stutter. I feel his cock harden, somehow filling me up even more; then he grips the ends of my hair and lets go. Silky warmth shoots deep into my ass, filling me up with wetness.
And then it’s my turn. I’m still sputtering around Eli as I feel a wave of heat rising up through my body. It starts off in my toes and climbs higher and higher, tingling and burning over my thighs, my belly, my breasts, until it finally hits me. I swear to God, I almost black out. I’ve never felt an orgasm like it in my entire life. It feels like it lasts forever, and I shiver and gasp through it, almost alarmed at how strong the feeling is. Hands stroke over my body, twitching my nipples, rubbing my clit, circling my asshole, as I convulse, and tremble, and shake, and finally,finallycollapse, completely exhausted. I lie between them, sweat running down through my hair and over my skin. As I roll slowly over, I feel so full of liquid that I practically squelch. Come slips out of my pussy and ass. Someone makes a soft noise, stroking my wet face, and I realise I’m crying. But I’m not sad. I open my eyes and look up through the skylight. Lying there, as my boys huddle around me and the Northern Lights shimmer over my head—I feel happier than I can ever remember.
More than that. I never thought I’d have sex this good again. I didn’t think I’d ever find people I trusted enough. I didn’t think I’d trustmyselfenough. But I did, and I feel like my body is mine again. It’s mine, and I can do whatever I want with it.
Blinking back tears, I grab the face closest to mine and pull it into a kiss.
Thirty-Three
Daisy
Three Months Later
I’m shaking hard as we step out of the courtroom. Cole keeps a steady arm around my waist as he leads me back into the atrium. My head is spinning. I feel like I’m in a dream.
We barely make it three steps out of the door before Eli appears, tugs me right out of Cole’s arms, and pulls me into a kiss. I squeak with surprise, then melt into him, letting his tongue slip between my lips. Footsteps click on the marble floor around us as official-looking people in suits pass through the hall, but I don’t care about all the disapproving stares we’re probably getting. I’m too happy for that.
Eventually, we have to pull up for air. He touches his forehead to mine. “I’m so proud of you, Tink,” he murmurs, pushing back a strand of hair that’s fallen out of my bun. “You did so fucking good.”
I burrow into his chest, breathing in his shirt. “I was so scared.”
Soscared. I haven’t slept at all in two days, worrying about the trial. I spent most of last night hyperventilating on the hotel room floor. The guys took shifts, passing me between them, trying to soothe and comfort me—but I could tell they were almost as anxious as I was.
Eli kisses my hair. “I know,” he rasps. “I know, baby. You were incredible.”
Eli was the most stressed of all of them. I thought he was going to throw up when we stepped into the courtroom this morning. Which is understandable. The last time he was in one, a year of his life was sentenced away. The judge chose somebody else’s story over the truth.
But not today.
Today, after a tense, heated,longdebate, Samuel Warner was finally judged guilty of disclosing private sexual images, and sentenced with the full two years in prison. He’s also being made to register as a sex offender, so even when he does get out of jail, his life is ruined. I was given the right to demand the videos be removed from websites and search engine results. Riven organised to have a man on standby, waiting for the all-clear to send the cease and desists, so it should be happening right this second. Even as we talk, all those images of me are getting wiped away.
I can practically feel it happening. It’s like an iron band is unwinding from around my ribcage. I can finally breathe again.
I give Eli another peck, but pull away as I see my parents coming out of the courtroom, talking to Riven. I take a moment to appreciate how good Riv looks in his sharp navy suit. All of the boys are suited up: Eli looks like a model in his silvery-grey three piece, and Cole has somehow stuffed his broad shoulders and thick thighs into a stylish black ensemble. He’d flat-out refused to wear a tie, and with his shirt collar open at his throat, he looks incredibly sexy, and incredibly uncomfortable.
I force myself to stop checking out my boyfriends, and tune into my parents’ conversation. “Thank you so much for supporting my daughter,” my dad is saying. “She’s so lucky to have you as a friend.”
“Trust me,” Riv says, “I’m the lucky one. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Daisy.” He looks at me in Eli’s arms, longing all over his face, and my mum gives him a sympathetic look. She clearly thinks he’s pining away in unrequited love.
Little she knows. It’s very,veryrequited. She steps forward, taking my hands. “Baby—” she starts. “We are so,sosorry for not listening to you.”
I have to force a smile onto my face. If I’m honest, I don’t fully forgive my parents. I know I will someday, but right now, the wound is still too raw. It’s kind of heartbreaking that it took a judge and jury to convince them to believe me, when I’ve been telling the truth this whole time.
“You should’ve,” Cole grumbles from behind me.
Mum looks up. “Excuse me?”
“You should’ve believed her,” he repeats. “It’s fucking ridiculous that you didn’t.”
My dad frowns, annoyed. “I’m sorry, who are you? And why are you even here?”
The boys all hesitate, looking at me. I haven’t told my parents about our relationship yet. As far as my mum and dad know, they’re just friends I made on my trip.
