"Yes," Arthur said, his voice firm. "Come for us."
The orgasm broke over her like a mountain meeting sunlight; Arthur solid and immovable behind her, absorbing every tremor, and Jiro blazing in front of her, his eyes holding hers through all of it, bright and unblinking. Her body clenched around them in long pulses, and a sound tore from her throat that she’d never made before and couldn’t reproduce.
Jiro's eyes stayed locked on hers through it all.
Jax came with a groan from the couch, his hand moving faster over the piercings, his usual control shattered completely.
Then Arthur, buried deep, his grip tightening as he finished with a low sound against her neck.
Jiro followed, his rhythm stuttering as he pulsed inside her, his forehead still pressed to hers like he couldn't bear to break the connection. Then he kissed her, nothing like the intensity before it. A kiss like the first color breaking through after the sky clears.
They held her there for a long moment, her body trembling between them, aftershocks still rolling through her.
Arthur didn't move right away. He bowed his head, pressing a gentle kiss to the curve of her shoulder, then another, softer still. His mouth lingered there, breath warm, steadying her while her body came back online.
Jiro stayed close, one hand cradling her face. His forehead pressed to hers, breathing with her until the shaking eased.
They slowly, carefully lowered her, Jiro catching her easily, gathering her up against his chest. Then Arthur lifted her again and carried her to the couch.
April couldn’t form words. She felt like a landscape after weather: rearranged, still settling, not sure yet what shape she’d be when it was over.
Jiro cleaned her up, taking his time. His eyes finding hers once like a question she answered by not looking away.
“Drink,” Arthur said, holding the bottle to her lips. She drank, her hands shaking. Arthur’s palm settled over her hair. “You did so well.”
“That was art,” Jax said. “Genuinely. You three should tour.”
Jiro’s mouth curved. Arthur ignored him.
Jax leaned over and kissed her forehead, then handed Arthur the dress without being asked.
Arthur cupped April’s face. “How do you feel?”
“Like I discovered muscles I didn’t know I had,” she managed. “And also like I might never walk normally again.”
Jiro laughed softly, pressing another kiss to her temple. His forehead rested against hers for a moment. “You were incredible.”
They helped her dress. Arthur’s arm looped behind her as she stood on shaky legs.
“We should get you back to the others,” Jiro said.
April looked at the three of them: Arthur's careful attention and Jiro's soft smile, Jax watching with a satisfied smirk.
"Yeah," she said.
They made their way back. April was as clean as wet wipes could manage. Probably a step up from those whorehouse sponge baths in Victorian novels, but the concept felt the same. Despite their help, she was flushed and disheveled in a way no amount of smoothing could entirely fix.
When they walked into the booth, the men all looked up.They knew.
Caleb’s grin was immediate. He caught her hand and pulled her down between him and Liam, his arm hooking over her shoulders and tucking her against his side.
“Have fun?” He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead.
Then Liam leaned in from her other side and his hand came up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. The tenderness of it after everything that had happened sent a shiver through her.
Her thighs clenched, her clit gave a traitorous little pulse.
We literally just—you are very greedy.
