When our mouths pulled apart, Adam stayed close to my face to talk. His body stayed pushed up against mine and I could tell that he wished we had our own room to disappear into as well. Maybe we could just disappear for a little while, long enough to satiate the desire that pulsed between us both.

“I want you to pick me,” he said.

His dark eyes stared at me with intensity as if he wanted an answer. “You know that I love you and I think you love me, too. I’m the one you should be with, Lisette, not just some of the time, but all of the time.”

The urgency in his voice caught me off guard. Usually he was the calm one, the most low-key and patient of all three of them. But, the pressure in his voice and the way it sounded like he was ready to almost fight with me put me back on edge.

I clicked my tongue. “What happened to being okay with waiting until I was ready to think about it?” I asked.

I hadn’t even given much more thought to which of the guys I would one day choose to be with. I knew in the back of my head that I couldn’t stay with all of them forever, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to. That was probably the reason that I hadn’t thought about who to choose yet, because I didn’t want to have to choose at all.

“I’m still that guy,” he said. “And I would still wait for you forever, Lisette. But I don’t want to. I don’t want to wait anymore. I want to be with you now.”

“You are with me now,” I said as I tried to tiptoe around his words.

“You know what I mean,” Adam said as his hand stroked the side of my ribcage beneath my shirt. “I want to be the only man that you are with.”

“I know,” I said, but that was the only answer I could give.

“I’ll wait for you,” he said as he lowered his hand to hold onto mine as we walked back toward our dorm floor. “Just know that it’s killing me inside.”

I couldn’t sleep at all that night. There were too many things that troubled my mind and kept my thoughts poking at my brain until I finally just had to get up and walk out into the common area. I slipped out of the bed without disturbing any of them and stood at the window in my T-shirt, looking out over the campus and watching the rain fall during the wee hours of the night. When I heard soft footsteps behind me, I turned around to see who it was.

“Did I wake you up?” I asked as Michael walked toward me. He put his arm around my waist and kissed the side of my temple.

“No,” he answered. “I couldn’t sleep either.”

“That seems to be a common problem for us these days,” I said with a sigh.

Michael nodded and then stood beside me as we both looked out the window.

“I love watching the rain at night when it’s dark,” he said contemplatively. “There’s such a calmness about it.”

I smiled softly, and the sensation seemed almost foreign to me. “Me too. Sometimes I feel like I want to go out and lie down on the ground and just let it rain all over top of me,” I said. “I know that sounds a bit crazy.”

“No, actually. It doesn’t sound crazy at all. I think we should.”

“Should what?”

“Should go outside and lie down in the rain,” he answered.

I blinked. “Are you serious?”

He chuckled. “Totally.”

“What about the others?” I asked.

He shrugged. “They’ll be asleep until morning. They won’t even know we’ve slipped out. Come on,” Michael said as he reached for my hand. “Let’s go live a little in our entrapment.”

There was a sudden thrill that ran through me as we climbed down the stairs and out onto the campus. We didn’t even put shoes on, and I still only had on a thin, white t-shirt. The air was cool but not frigid. We stepped out onto the soft grass and Michael sat down on the ground before laying back with his head facing the sky. I laid down next to him and closed my eyes as the fat raindrops fell down onto us and burst open into little individual puddles against my skin.

The mix of sensations was incredible. The earth beneath my back was warm and soft and the rain mixed with the cool air was invigorating. David reached over to hold my hand and the body heat from his skin radiated up my forearm. I could feel my shirt getting soaked and starting to cling to my body along every curve and indentation. It felt freeing, to be out here in the rainstorm and not care about anything other than just feeling the moment.

It was strange to me how much the rain bothered people. People used umbrellas and raincoats because they hated getting wet, and they grumbled about dreary days when it stormed and wished for the sun to pop back out. But I was different. The rain resonated with me and it made me feel alive.

It made me feel more.

After we had laid there for a while, we headed back inside to get some rest before dealing with whatever tomorrow would present to us. We walked quietly back up the stairwell, and I tried not to slip on the steps with my wet feet. Michael’s bare chest was still glistening from the rain and his cotton joggers were soaked and hugged his skin so tightly that I could see the bulging outline of his cock as if his pants were molded around it. It made me so aroused that I had trouble concentrating on navigating the slippery steps.

My soaked T-shirt was no better and I caught sight of Michael’s eyes lingering on the way the shirt clung to my pointed nipples beneath the fabric, and the way the shirt stuck to the inside of my thighs as we climbed the stairs. When we reached the stairwell door to our floor, I went to put my hand on the handle, but Michael lunged forward to kiss me before I could open it. The stairwell was dim and silent, and the slight sounds of my moaning as I tried to be quiet echoed softly inside the corridor. I wanted him, and I was just so tired of holding everything back.

So, I decided not to hold back any longer.

Michael slid my panties down off my thighs until they dropped to the floor and I stepped out of them. I ran my hand along the inside of his waistband before pulling his joggers down past the engorgement that I had seen and wanted even through the fabric of his pants. He lifted me up against the wall and when he lowered me again, I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt him push inside me as he made love to me against the wall of the stairwell.

“Damn it, I’ve missed this,” he grunted.

I clung to him as his hips snapped against mine. He sank into me with such an effortless ease that I was almost embarrassed at how wet I was for him. And yet, the look in his eyes told me he loved it.

And the words dripping from the tip of his tongue sent shivers up and down my spine.

“Fucking hell, you fit me like a glove.”

“Shit, shit. So tight. Yeah, squeeze me. Just like that.”

“Oh God, Lisette. Don’t stop.”

I gasped as I pressed kisses along the crook of his neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck and wrapped my fingers around the wet tendrils of his hair that hung against the base of his skull. I felt his girth pressing against me, sliding against my walls and tickling my clit from behind as that coil tightened deeply in my stomach. I locked my legs around him. I bucked against him ravenously as my head fell back against the wall. His lips fell to my clothed tits as he nuzzled and kissed them before raking his teeth along my sensitive peaks.

And as our bodies melded together, I felt his heart beating in time with my own.

Maybe it was the pounding of the rain against our bodies, or the sight of enticement teasing us from beneath soaked and transparent clothes. Or maybe it was just the sheer fact that we needed each other. But we stole that moment together until my body came undone, my pussy pulling him over the edge with me. His hands pressed against the wall and his lips crashed against mine, swallowing my sounds as he growled my name down the back of my throat. I felt his cock filling me, coating my walls in his mark as our bodies quaked against each other.

And when we pieced ourselves back together, still panting for air, we crept quietly back into the bed and curled around each other as the others remained fast asleep.

“I know you like them,” Michael whispered to me with his face nearly pressed against mine. He tilted his head slightly toward Adam and Julian. “I do too, they’re good guys. But I think the two of us should try to leave.”

“You mean like run away?” I asked surprised.

“Yeah, when we get the chance,” he whispered. “David likely won’t kill them without having you here as an audience, and he probably won’t come after just the two of us if we escape.”

And as appealing as the thought of getting out of here was—as much as I wanted to be with Michael—I couldn’t do that.

“I won’t leave anyone behind,” I said.

Then, with a muted nod, Michael turned over onto his back.