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He takes his time, allowing me to adjust to him before slowly pulling out and thrusting in again. We set a delicious rhythm as I start pushing back onto him, both his hands now on my hips to keep me steady.

“Hold on a second.” Henry pauses at Ash’s words. The mattress moves behind me again and legs get tangled and untangled as Ash moves closer. “Tell me you’ve been practicing since we last did this.”

“Yes,” I don’t need to look around this time to tell that Henry’s cheeks are flushed. His blush is obvious in his voice.

“I’m starting with fingers anyway,” Ash narrates his movements.

I feel the moment Ash penetrates Henry. Henry’s cock jerks where it’s sheathed tight in my body. And the gasp Henry makes has me clenching even tighter around him.

It only takes a few seconds for Henry to resume thrusting into me, although his movements are a little less smooth than before. My body doesn’t seem to care, the heat in my core is building, spreading outwards and coiling my muscles in a deep pleasure that promises a very satisfying end.

I’m chasing it as Henry stops again. He whimpers, and so do I, which makes Ash chuckle.

“Apologies,” he says, “but I think you’re prepped enough, Henry.”

There’s more movement, and curiosity gets the better of me again, so I end up twisting to look at them, resting my chin on my shoulder.

Seeing the moment Ash breaches Henry’s body with his cock is worth it. Ash has one hand splayed over Henry’s chest, right between his pecs, holding him tightly as his other hand guides his cock into Henry’s hole.

As Ash bottoms out the movement forces Henry’s hips forward, pushing him deeper into me. “Ah, fuck.”

“Are you okay?” Henry asks, his concern clear.

“Yes,” I say on a pant. Ash hasn’t stopped, which means Henry hasn’t really stopped, even if he’s stiffened with worry over me. “I’m good. So. Fucking. Good.” I say in time with their thrusting.

I resume pushing back as Henry thrusts and quickly the three of us establish a rhythm. Ash and I seem to sync up, me pushing back onto Henry’s cock as far as is possible as Ash penetrates him.

Even in the short time I’ve known him, or was messaging him, I’ve only seen the put together side of Henry. When we last fucked, I saw cracks, the hint of what he’d be like if he truly let go. Now? Now, I’m seeing it fully as he unravels at the onslaught of pleasure we’re delivering on his body. His hands on my hips alternate between gripping tight and feeling like he might let go. He throws his head back leaning into the male behind him, who is still holding him upright.

“Fuck, what are you both doing to me?”

“Take it, love,” Ash growls. “Feel what we’re doing to you. Let us pull you apart.”

“I’m not going to last long.”

“Neither am I, this ass is practically choking my dick. So tight. So warm.”

Their words notch up the heat in my own body several degrees. “I’m going to come again,” I tell them.

“Hold on tight.” I’m not sure which of us Ash is speaking to, but my hands grip the top of my headboard harder. Good job too as Ash picks up his pace, forcing Henry to fuck me until it feels like I’m splitting in two. I cling on for dear life as my pussy throbs and the climax that’s been building takes over. It consumes me, sending my mind spiralling so hard the only things I can feel are my cunt gripping Henry’s length as it pummels into me and my fingertips on the wood, holding me in this realm.

I barely even feel the hot heat of Henry’s release, or register the sounds they both make as they find their own climaxes.

Awareness comes back to me slowly, as lips place tender kisses on my forehead and hands ease my body down until I feel the soft fabric of my duvet at my back. I can’t keep my eyes open as I’m wrapped in warm skin and the heady scent of earth and salt, autumnal fruits and baked goods.

Soft voices murmur over me in the cocoon they’ve made around me, and I drift into unconsciousness.

CHAPTER 15

HENRY

Time seems to meld into a single day, and yet weeks have passed.

Between meetings with Agent Morris’s department at the government building, supporting Ty and Rory in getting the work started on the ranch to make it liveable, and trying to keep on top of my own writing, my time is jam packed and scheduled to the minute. In addition to all of that, I really need to dig out my course outlines and make any updates needed for when I start lecturing again in the autumn.

I’ve broached the subject of a transfer with the university board in West Scotia and they were not happy in the slightest. It’s helped that Froan Uni have offered me a place in their faculty, and have been enthusiastic in their support as soon as I contacted them to make enquiries. Morris has also been able to be open in her request for my services so there’s a bit of pressure on West Scotia letting me go.

Still, a contract is a contract and I get it. West Scotia University receives applicants from students who want to study with them because I’m there. They want my tuition. And I don’t want to let them down as much as it’s going to be a pain in ass to keep travelling back and forth.