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Peter’s hand slid up my thigh. We had decided this morning that underwear was a waste of time. They’d reached for me when I slipped into bed with them and again in the morning. That ache Noah had described was well and truly present now. Not a pain so much as a constant reminder of my emptiness.

Something Peter was going to fill temporarily if his hand kept up the current trajectory.

“What happened to Sen?” Aidan asked, bring a pan of bacon over to the table.

We were sitting at the dining table, finally about to have some breakfast. Half the dishes stashed in the fridge were spread across the table, but Aidan was definitive about wanting some bacon.

Peter seemed to have other things in mind.

His fingers dug into my thighs, pulling them apart, then burrowing between them.

“Did you want any…” Aidan’s words trailed away as he regarded us from across the table.

A slow smile spread when he heard my gasp.

God, right now I was wondering if my clit was a little punch-drunk.

It’d taken quite a beating, but it couldn’t seem to stay down.

Heat was delicious, I’d decided. I’d never been so bloody responsive in my life.

Peter played me, knowing just what I needed and giving it to me with a slow, sure hand. The two of them smiled as they saw me writhe, Aidan crunching on his bacon, peering over the table like he could see through the wood at what was happening. And it was damn lucky he couldn’t.

Those lovely fingers were whipped away when footfalls were heard down the hallway.

Noah! I’d forgotten all about him. Probably on purpose, his little display…

confronted me when I thought about it. He liked things I hadn’t known any other man to like, his confessions disarming, but alien.

I’d forced myself to stop thinking about him when I went to bed and had been more successful than I’d realised.

“Is it OK to grab some breakfast?”

We turned around to see him standing there in yet another pair of grey stretchy sleep shorts.

Did guys realise that grey jersey fabric was like lingerie to women?

It hung so well on their muscular bodies, the way the fabric draped giving everyone a real nice view of what was underneath.

His hand went to his erection poking through the fabric, and pressed down on it before letting it spring back.

“Sorry about that. I can’t seem to…”

“None of us can, mate,” Aidan said. “Have a seat. I’ll get you a plate.”

And now I knew what I wanted, Aidan’s dick bobbing around at the perfect height for a blow job as he walked back into the kitchen. I thought I’d gotten sprung drooling after my mate, but when I turned back, Noah watched Peter licking his fingers oh so thoroughly.

Alrighty then.

I quickly scooped spoonfuls of god knows what onto my plate in an attempt to avoid any eye contact and started eating.

“So how’re you coping?” Aidan asked Noah.

“It’s…stimulating. Better than having to front up to work with a never-ending supply of boners.”

“You work in the IT division, yeah?”

“If by division, you mean two guys, then yeah. I started there when I was eighteen and never really found anything else I wanted to do. You’re in transport and logistics, right?”

“Both of us are. It’s how we met Flick. Bringing a load back from the outside.”

“And she bit Peter.”

When I glanced up, those pale eyes, even lighter in the sunlight, were staring at my mate with something that looked like wonder.

“Yeah, she did.” Something about his voice drew me to him.

He studied me, despite having seen my face most hours of the day, every day, for over a month.

“Bloody transformed my life. Having a mate… Nothing they tell you about it even touches it. It’s like having two hearts, three really, with Kade. ”

“So I don’t rate a heart,” Aidan said with an exaggerated frown. “And I made you bacon.”

“Which you’re eating,” I said, grabbing the tray. I held it out for Noah. “Did you want some?”

“Thanks,” he said after a short pause, spearing a couple of slices and putting them on his plate. “I’ve got something for you too.”

He put what looked like a small remote on the table next to my plate.

I picked it up, turning it over and back again as he ate.

I slid the wheel on the side up and then to full bore but got no reaction, then Noah’s cutlery went crashing down on his plate, his hands slapping down on the table and digging in.

I dialled the remote back again quickly, much to his relief.

We all watched him pant wildly, waiting for him to catch his breath and provide an explanation.

“That’s…that’s the remote to the vibrating plug I’m wearing,” he finally forced out.

I felt everyone’s eyes turn to me.

“I figured I’d put it on the table so to speak. I thought about giving it to you when the guys weren’t around, but figured that came across as sneaky. So, if you want, you can take it, have a play…with me. Without actually having to engage. I thought that might…”

Blinking, I had to spend a little time parsing what he was saying, but when I did, my eyes dropped down to the innocuous little rectangle of plastic.

“So you want Flick to…?” Aidan’s eyes dropped down.

Noah squirmed a little at the attention, which made me want to grab the remote and turn it up a little.

Wait, what?

I picked it up, considering the dial before sliding it up a little.

All eyes turned to me again.

“What? It’s kinda cool. So this feels good, right?”

“So, so good,” Noah groaned.

“I like it. Makes me feel powerful.” I slid the dial up slightly, and Noah almost choked on his mouthful. He swallowed hastily, then flopped back in his chair, his ab muscles bunching and flexing as he rode the waves. “Like I can drive him out of his mind without even touching him.”

“You do that anyway.”

The guys all had the words out at the same time, provoking a laugh from all three of them. The tension seemed to relax a bit after that. Well, everyone but Noah.

“So how does it make you feel?” Aidan asked as he mopped his plate.

“You’re very curious about this,” I said, cocking an eyebrow.

“What? I just want to know what we’re dealing with. Like, are you gonna expect me to…?”

Noah laughed at that, though it was a strange breathy sound.

“I gave Flick the remote, not you. It feels like that glorious moment when you’re just about to come, except it just goes on and on and on.

When you finally do come, it blows your fucking head off.

Like the closest we can come to having multiple orgasms.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

We all looked up when Peter spoke. He just shrugged.

“Prostate’s an organ, not an orientation, Aidan. Its sole purpose is pleasure. If you’d been paying attention in sex ed classes, you’d remember that.”

“Right.”

“Well, you better eat your breakfast,” I said briskly. The air in here was so damn thick, you could cut it with a knife. “Or I’ll need to turn this off. Can’t have you wasting away.”

“Right,” Noah replied a little shakily, then reached for his fork and started to eat.

We ended up sprawled out on the couch after breakfast, not having the energy for another round yet. But it was there—a niggle in the base of my spine, an expansive warmness in my pelvis that sometimes turned into a sharp twinge.

“You OK, Flick?” Peter asked as I gasped, settling down against him. “Flick? What was?—?”

“I feel like I can still feel you inside me,” I said, lying down with my head in his lap. “But not. It’s kind of a reminder, of where you were and what it felt like.”

“Oh.” His worried expression gave way to a supremely male one, his smirk the loveliest thing right now. “So you’re not hurting?”

“Only for more,” I said, rubbing my head against his groin.

“Don’t do that, or we are not watching this movie,” he growled.

“Mm…” I stretched, feeling the cloth of my robe scratching against nipples. “Tell me again why that’s a bad idea?”

“Feeling a little toey, love?” Aidan asked, walking over and stroking my hair from my face. “This heat is hitting you hard.”

“So why are you grinning?”

“Because it's hitting me hard too. Kade sounded like he was having a ball at Mum’s. You know he probably hasn’t slept yet. Rexy and his crew get a little nuts when there’s a lot of sugar. But having the freedom to do this…”

Peter chuckled as I began to wriggle, Aidan sliding his hand up my thigh.

“Aidan!” I hissed, looking meaningfully to where Noah sat on the floor, his eyes following every move the man made.

“What? You’ve got that plug buzzing in his arse, making him feel like he’s just about to come.

The time for shyness is probably over. I’ll stop if you want.

” He watched my back arch as his fingers slipped through my sodden folds.

I hadn’t showered yet, so I was drenched.

“But why don’t we give Noah a little show?

You won’t touch her unless she says so, right, mate? ”

He moved in one flowing motion, perching his butt on the coffee table, elbows on his knees as he watched me.

“Never, Flick. Not unless invited. We all know the drill, but…” His eyes slid down at the sound of Aidan working his finger in and out of me. He couldn’t seem to decide where to look, his eyes flicking back and forth from what Aidan’s hand was doing and my reactions.

“Are you…? Are you gonna touch her breasts?” he asked Peter.

“Whaddya reckon, love?” Peter asked me, sliding his hand inside my robe when I gave him a short nod. “Nice, huh?” he asked Noah when he heard the other man groan. “Aren’t many women in Sanctuary as blessed as Flick. Sensitive too, aren’t you?”

I didn’t reply, I didn’t need to, the whole tableau falling away as I got closer and closer.

Peter was gentler in his caresses, the night’s antics leaving me a little tender, but electric shocks of pleasure shot out with each pass of his hand.

Coupled with this was Aidan’s thumb, brushing up against my clit, forcing the hood back and forth as his fingers shoved in.

“Fuck, she’s beautiful.”

Noah’s reverent tone made my eyes flick open.

“You look like a goddess, Flick.” His eyes seemed dragged back to my body.

“Look at you stretching around Aidan’s fingers.

Are they curling up?” I gave a quick nod as Aidan did just that and let out the moan I’d been biting back.

“How do you keep your hands off her? I’d be fighting the urge to pull her onto my lap?—”

“What, like this?”

I cried out when those delicious fingers were pulled from me and Aidan hauled me on top of him.

“You wanna show him how it’s done? Give him a show to play over and over when he’s pulling his cock at night?

” Aidan asked me, and I felt a thrill that my gentle eyed lover had somehow turned hard and smirking for the moment.

I felt the robe fall away, revealing my back as I kissed him, reaching down to free him from his shorts.

“Yess…” he hissed while I stroked him a few times.

“But not like this.” He spun me around, my now basically naked body on display in the harsh morning light, but as Noah slipped to knees, pushing his shorts down, hand going to his cock, I could see he didn’t give a rat’s arse for my stretch marks and wobbly bits.

When he looked up at me, he did so like I was a goddess, his eyes shining and brows knitting, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Then Aidan lined me up and speared inside me.

“Oh fuck…” I groaned, then began to move. He felt so good going in, stretching me open and rubbing against everything I needed. I had to bounce up and down to keep repeating the experience.

“Not long,” I said between pants.

“Thank fuck. I’ve been wanting to explode since Peter started fingering you under the dining table. That’s it, darlin’, ride my cock and take what you need.”

So I did, loose limbed and fluid as I moved over him, and felt him swell inside me as the pleasure built.

His hand snuck around and stroked my clit, but it was almost superfluous.

My eyes flicked open to find Noah leaning as close as he dared, his fist around his cock, matching me stroke for stroke.

His expression mimicked mine, of the most beautiful pain, as Aidan and I came apart.

“Fuck, Flick,” Aidan said, jamming me down tight as we came, my cunt milking every damn spurt of cum out of him as I flopped back against him, my body thrumming with spent pleasure.

“Flick?”

I opened my eye a crack to see Peter kneeling beside me, cock in hand. As natural as breathing, I slid off Aidan, a gush of fluid painting my thighs as I took Peter in my mouth.

“Fuck, I love it when you do that. Makes my balls boil,” he grunted out.

“Look at her,” Noah moaned as I worked my mouth around Peter’s shaft.

“Like them creamy, do you, mate?”

I moaned as he spread the mess around, making Peter yelp and thrust forward, though he couldn’t get far.

“Don’t…” he gasped. “Make me come…”

An evil part of myself perked up at his desperate tone, so I hummed some more. I’m pretty sure it was one of the bloody Wiggles songs Kade had made me watch a million times when he was younger. You could take the orgy to the mum but you couldn’t take the mum out of the orgy.

“Fuck!” Peter barked out minutes later, jerking back when I continued to hum through his orgasm.

“Well, isn’t this a pretty sight?”

Our heads jerked up like rabbits to see Sen had come in, considerably more dressed than the rest of us. He leaned over the couch back, taking in every single one of us with a hot gaze.

“Any chance of a kiss, Flick?” he asked. “Daddy’s home.”