The heat.
Then the stretch.
The pain.
It bloomed through me, sharp and insistent, and it was beautiful. I’d missed them—missed this, missed the way they filled every part of me until there was no room left to think.
The lube let Rowan slide into me as I relaxed for him, my body yielding without hesitation. Alec released my lip, lifting my shoulders as he ducked beneath me, and Nick’s hand slipped around my breast just as Alec’s mouth closed over my nipple, hot and wet and unapologetic.
Rowan’s hands locked around my waist, pulling me down onto his cock before drawing back—only to drive into me again with a force that stole the air from my lungs.
“Yes,” he growled.“Fuck, I missed this tight little fuckhole.”
“You’re welcome,” Nick snickered, the sound close to my ear.
For all their banter, they’d never fought. Their unit was closed and tight, but not brittle. Not something that cracked under pressure.
Rowan cursed again, thrusting deeper, hard enough to rattle me, painful enough to make my body beg for more. Each needy push dragged me along Alec’s cock, friction and heat blurring together until I couldn’t tell where one sensation ended and another began.
Hands and mouths worked over me, claimed me, kept me exactly where I belonged.
If I’d had any lingering doubts, they dissolved there, between breaths and movement and the way they held me without hesitation. Whatever came next depended on how they were with our son or daughter now.
The thought slipped away as Rowan used me harder, my mind giving up entirely as my body took over.
“Ten days’worth of come stored up for your little arse,” he rasped.
“I call bullshit. You took forever in the shower,” Alec countered, though his voice was muffled against my breast, the words vibrating through me more than landing clearly.
I tried to shake my head, but Rowan was already dragging me back and forth in that relentless rhythm—exactly the way Nick had done before. I could feel both of them inside me. The fullness was overwhelming, friction layered on friction, pleasure stacking until it blurred into something dizzying and dense.
Hands were everywhere. Fingers curled around my neck, not tight—anchoring. Nick tugged at my nipple gently, deliberately, while Alec sucked harder, drawing a broken sound from my throat. My gasps fractured, turning into cries I couldn’t control, each one louder than the last. The slap of flesh joined in as Rowan’s movements grew more erratic, less measured, his control fraying with every thrust.
I had never needed to worry about dying batteries or a lacklustre boyfriend.
Not with these three.
The coil of tension tightened low in my stomach, winding faster and faster, until it felt like it might snap me clean in half.
“Come for him,” Nick murmured, pinching my nipple just enough to tip me over the edge.
And just like that, I flew.
Hands locked around my neck again, holding me exactly where I was, keeping me upright as my body crumbled beneath the force of it. I couldn’t have moved if I’d wanted to. I didn’t want to. Everything narrowed to sensation as I clamped down hard around both of them, my body reacting before thought ever caught up.
Pleasure ripped through me, sharp and unrelenting. I didn’t know who said what after that—couldn’t have followed the words even if I’d tried—but for a moment all four of us were locked together, breath and movement and sound collapsing into one.
Another moan tore free as Rowan spilled inside me, heat flooding deep. Jet after jet of hot come squirted into my arse, filling me until I was too sensitive to do anything but shake.
My head dipped forward as the grip around my neck finally loosened.
“Good girl,” Alec crooned, his voice low and warm as I let my face rest beside his neck, the pillow cool beneath my cheek.
I don’t know what they said or did after that.
I was due for a nap.
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