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And then fingers graze my clit.

And I'm gone.

"Mercy, fuck—" Deandre curses.

But I can't hear. Static fills my ears. Hot come explodes in my mouth, and the monster cock in my ass slams home. I feel the hot surge as Deandre shoots his release inside me, and I'm lost, overcome. Orgasm possesses me until I'm nothing but sex. Nothing but need.

And I'm fulfilled. Claimed.

Loved.

By not one but five incredible men.

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Icome to in the shower. Adam is in there with me, holding me up, and it's a good thing, too. My legs are jello. Pretty much every single part of me is sore.

The soreness is worth it, though. I'm floating on a cloud. The mist from the shower throws up rainbows, and the colors look like my body feels. Euphoria dances along my skin.

Triumph does, too. I pushed myself to the limit tonight, and instead of breaking, I emerged from the most intense sexual experience of my life whole and warm and loved.

And now this man—this beautiful, wonderful man is taking care of me as I come through the other side.

I lean into him, resting my head on his naked chest. He chuckles and wraps his arms more tightly around me. "You back with us, honey?"

I nod. "Did I leave?"

"Not exactly, but you were pretty checked out."

I must have been. The last few minutes only come back to me in distant impressions and fuzzy recollections. Sergio slipping out of my mouth and wiping a line of come off my slack, partedlips. Deandre holding me close as he pulled out. The gush of come from my used hole and the spasms, the emptiness.

And then the kindness. Warm arms supported me, cradled me. Laid me down on that mattress and held me tight.

I remember being cleaned up by gentle hands and kissed five times. I remember being helped to my feet, walking here to this bathroom on shaking legs.

And now here I am, standing under the warm spray, being held against a solid chest, and this man is the only thing keeping me upright.

Adam leans down and presses a kiss to my brow. "Can't say I blame you for spacing out a little. That was something else, just now."

Awe colors his tone, and I flash back to his voice, making commentary as he watched me get fucked in both my ass and my mouth. I remember the towering lines of his muscular, wiry frame as he knelt over me, sliding his cock back and forth between my lips while Cayden and Jax pumped me full.

A shudder racks me, flashes of heat blending with the warm, safe, contentedness of my current position. So many images of naked bodies flitter through my head, intertwined in every possible position.

Only the images I see aren't only about sex. They're about the soft way Cayden looked at me as I sank down on him. The tender care Jax took in opening me up. Sergio's hand on my face, stroking my cheek while Deandre got me ready for his cock. The proud, possessive kiss Deandre gave me when I agreed to let him into my most vulnerable places.

The look on Adam's face right now, staring down at me as he literally keeps me from collapsing into a well-fucked, satiated heap.

I'm far too tired to do anything about it, but a creative urge stirs in me. There was so much beauty and tenderness in thatroom we all just occupied. In a hundred years, I don't know that I could capture it on a canvas, but inspiration sparks at my fingertips. I want to try.

Maybe, later, I will.

For now, though, I let myself relax.

My body remains lose and easy as Adam starts to wash the evidence of the evening from my body. The shampoo he rubs into my hair smells like the men—do they all use the same one? If it weren't enough that they all just pumped me full of their come, I feel branded by this new infusion of their scent.

"Lean back." He rinses the suds from my hair, then returns with conditioner. That takes me by surprise until I remember Sergio's shining locks. Jax has long-ish hair, too, so it must be worth their while to invest in the stuff.

Regardless, combined with the scalp massage, it feels like heaven. We repeat the process of rinsing it away. Then he grabs a bar of soap and lathers it between his hands.