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Gentle hands. Warm water. Laughter bouncing off the tile.

We crossed the hard thresholds. This is the other half of it, the aftercare, the tenderness, the proof we can be soft with each other too.

Sunday afternoon stretches out ahead of us, wide open.

For the first time in forty years, I feel free.

24

DAKOTA

Eli’s T-shirt hangs to my mid-thigh, soft and worn, smelling of his detergent. I’m folded between Cruz and Dante on the couch; my legs draped over Dante’s lap while Cruz’s arm rests warm across my shoulders. Eli sits in the armchair across from us, and Brady’s on the floor with his back against Eli’s legs, Eli’s fingers moving idly through his hair.

Two hours ago, Brady was inside Eli while I held Eli’s face and watched his restraint shatter into a thousand beautiful pieces. Now we’re all boneless and quiet, sunlight going gold through the blinds, and I can’t stop thinking about the thing I’ve been carrying around in my head for two weeks.

It got louder during the train. Louder still this morning, watching Eli surrender. Now it’s practically screaming.

“I’ve been thinking about something.” My voice comes out smaller than I mean it to.

Four heads turn. Just like that, I have all their attention, and the weight of it still makes my pulse jump.

“What is it, princess?” Eli’s voice drops into that register that lives somewhere under my sternum. “Whatever it is, if we can give it to you, we will.”

I pull my knees up. Stall. Cruz squeezes my shoulder and waits, which is somehow worse than being pushed.

“I want all of you at once.” The words tumble out before I can dress them up. “Not taking turns. Not a sequence. At the same time. One in my ass, one in my pussy, two in my mouth, switching off. I want… ” My face is on fire. “I want to be completely full. Of all four of you.”

The room goes silent. Not the bad kind. The kind that hums.

Dante’s hand tightens on my thigh. Cruz makes a low sound in his chest, half growl, half prayer. Brady’s gone very still on the floor, and Eli’s eyes have darkened to forest-at-midnight green.

“I know two in my pussy and one in my ass would be too much,” I keep going, because if I stop now, I’ll talk myself out of it. “Maybe someday. But two penetrating and two in my mouth, that I can take. And there’s more.” I press my palms against my hot cheeks. “God, okay. I want Eli and Dante to finish inside me first. Eli in my pussy, Dante in my ass. And then when you’re done, Brady and Cruz take over. Same holes. Fill me up too. So, I’ve got all your cum inside me at the same time.”

Cruz exhales like the air’s been knocked out of him.

“And after.” My voice shrinks to almost nothing, but I make myself say it. “After you’ve all filled me, when I’m dripping with it—I want you to clean me. With your mouths. All of you. I want to watch my men eat their own cum out of me and not flinch.”

The silence stretches. Thick. Electric. I’ve asked them to cross a line most men would sprint away from.

Cruz breaks it with a long, low whistle. “Sweetheart, that is the hottest fucking thing I have ever heard in my entire life, and I once watched Dante do the splits naked.”

“I’m in.” Dante’s voice comes out rough. “Immediately. Yesterday.”

Brady’s throat works. He nods, blue eyes bright and hungry. “Yeah. Yeah, angel. All of it.”

Eli takes longer. He studies me the way he does before a fight, searching my face for anything I’m not saying. Then he leans forward, elbows on his knees.

“You’ll have everything you’re asking for. Exactly what you need.” He pauses. “But we do it right. Prep, safe words, no rushing. Stoplight system?”

“Green, yellow, red. I’ve used it. It works for me,” I say.

“If your mouth is full, you tap twice on whoever’s closest. Hard enough that we feel it.” He looks around the room, collecting nods from each of them. “Logistics. Talk me through what you pictured, princess.”

The fact that he puts me in charge of my own undoing makes my chest ache.

“You in my pussy.” I hold his gaze. “Because you’re Daddy. That’s where you belong. Dante in my ass, because he knows how to open me up patiently. Brady and Cruz start with my mouth and switch off. Then when you two finish, they take over.”

“Position.” Dante’s already working the mechanics, head tilted. “You ride Eli, facing him. I come in from behind. Cruz and Brady kneel on either side of your head. You’d have to lean forward but stay partially upright over Eli’s chest for that to work, which helps the angle for me and still allows the necessary access to your mouth for Brady and Cruz.”