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Oh fuck. I can feel all three of them. Stretching me. Filling me. Completing me.

I whimper, slowly rolling my hips, giving myself time to push through the overwhelming feeling of fullness. Jack pushes his hand between Cam and I, sliding his fingertip over my clit with the lightest touch.

"More," I gasp, covering his hand with mine, guiding him as I rock against his fingers, their cocks shifting inside me as I move. Jack flexes his hips, bottoming out as Cam and a Lach take turns thrusting.

"You’re doing so good, Charlotte," Jack groans against my ear, his deep brogue shoving me closer to the edge. "Now come for us."

I don’t need to be told twice. All three of them push into me as the first tremors start, filling me impossibly full. Cam’s curls brush my cheek as he pulls a nipple into his mouth, moaning as I arch into him. Stars explode behind my eyelids as I squeeze around their cocks, relishing their harsh groans as I pull them over the edge with me.

"I'm—" coming my mind whispers, my body splintering into a million tiny pieces, ecstasy tearing me limb from limb. They thrust as one and my body spasms around them, claiming them as mine, dragging them down into the depths where pain and pleasure become one. As we tip into the abyss, Jack palms my neck, turning my face to his, capturing my lips as the four of us plummet toward the unknown in a tangle of limbs and cacophony of stuttered breaths and muttered prayers.

85

Jack carries me over to the tub, holding me against him as steam surrounds us. He uses his teeth to remove the bottle's stopper and empties the contents into the bath. I take it from him, turning it to read the label. Cunny Recovery.

"Stop it," I say, laughing.

"Lorna made it just for you. She said it would help with the soreness."

"Does she have experience with stuff like this?" I test the water with my toes and then gingerly step into the scalding water, sinking down with a hiss.

"You could say that," he murmurs, color rising in his cheeks.

"What does that mean? I want to know what Lorna does that makes you blush like that," I tease, watching with fascination as his color deepens even more.

"She studies the female orgasm."

My jaw drops. "Wait. I thought she made body care products for a living?"

Jack shakes his head, swirling his fingers over the water’s surface. "That's just a hobby. She's been working on earning her doctorate for the last year."

"A doctorate on orgasms?"

He grunts in affirmation, amber eyes warming, drawing me in as he circles his thumb over my areola.

"Jack," I press, annoyed that he’s not forthcoming.

He clears his throat. "Ah. Well. She’s experimenting to determine if pleasure can be increased through instruction." I raise my eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. He blows out an exasperated breath. "She has a fancy system to measure the strength of an orgasm. She measures the study participants when they first sign on to the study to get a baseline and then..." He trails off, his throat bobbing.

"Then what, Jack?"

"She holds sessions to teach them how to increase their pleasure."

"How does she teach them?" The visions flashing in my mind have heat settling low in my stomach.

"With her hands. With toys."

"She does it to them?" My nipples tighten. "Fuck."

"Exactly." He motions for me to move forward and lowers himself behind me, pulling my back to his chest, cursing at the temperature of the water.

Lach crouches at the foot of the tub, his skin golden in the low light. "You did so fucking good, Carebear." He grins, his eyes sparkling, joy vibrating in every cell of his body. "I hope we lived up to your expectations."

"It was better than I ever could have imagined." I snuggle into Jack, letting my head rest against his shoulder. "Even if we had completely screwed up the first time, we have a lifetime to get it right."

"Yes, we do," Jack answers, nuzzling my neck. "I'll gladly spend my days finding new ways to make you come."

I turn in his arms, grabbing Lach's hand and pulling him to the other end of the tub. I straddle Jack, careful not to slosh water over the side. "And I'll find new ways to make you lose control," I murmur, lightly scraping my nails over his shoulders and chest, flicking my thumbs over his nipples.

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