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He spreads his legs wider in clear invitation, patting his muscled thigh. “Then ride me. Show Gabriel and Hayden how gorgeous you look when you fall apart on my cock.”

I climb up to straddle him, my hands bracing on his broad shoulders as he positions himself at my entrance. I’m oversensitive from my previous orgasms, every nerve ending still firing, but the stretch of him filling me feels incredible. I take the first few inches slowly, then rock back and forth in small movements until he’s seated fully inside me, both of us groaning at the sensation.

It’s even hotter knowing that Gabriel’s cum is still filling me up as his best friend’s cock slides home, mixing our pleasure together in the most intimate way possible.

“That’s it,” Ford encourages as I start to move, his hands settling on my waist to help guide me. “Take exactly what you need from me. Use me however you want.”

I start with a slow, rolling rhythm, rising and falling on his impressive length while Gabriel and Hayden watch with hungry eyes. The knowledge that they’re witnessing every moment of this, watching every expression that crosses my face, makes goosebumps spread across my skin.

“I don’t think I can come again,” I admit breathlessly, my body already pushed far beyond what I thought were its limits.

“You can.” Ford nods with certainty, like there’s no doubt in his mind. “And you will. I’m going to make sure of it.”

His thumb finds my swollen clit, circling the sensitive bud with just the right amount of pressure. The added stimulation, combined with the incredible fullness of him stretching me open, makes me realize that he’s probably right. Another orgasm begins building slowly but inevitably, like a tide gathering strength before it crashes to shore.

“Come for me,” he commands, his other hand gripping my hip to help guide my increasingly desperate movements. “One more time, Spitfire. Let me feel you fall apart all over my cock while they watch.”

When the climax finally hits, I collapse against his solid chest as pleasure washes through me in warm waves, my body clenching around him in rhythmic pulses that seem to go on and on.

Ford follows me over the edge with a deep, satisfied groan, his fingers digging into my waist as he empties himself inside me with powerful thrusts. For a long moment afterward, we stay connected like that, our chests heaving as both of us gasp for breath.

Gabriel and Hayden move closer as our breathing starts to even out. I’m not even sure whose hands are whose as they brush my sweat-dampened hair away from my neck and press soft kisses to my overheated skin. I’m surrounded by all three of them, cherished and protected in their embrace, and it’s the safest I’ve felt in my entire life.

Finally, Ford lifts me off his softening cock and sets me on unsteady feet. My legs feel like jelly, but Gabriel and Hayden are right there to steady me as Ford rises and begins putting himself back together with efficient movements.

They help me clean up with the soft cloth napkins from our table, wiping away the mess between my legs. My dress is pretty much beyond repair at this point, but they help me put it on anyway, and then Gabriel grabs his suit jacket and holds it out for me to slip my arms through the sleeves. The expensive fabric smells like his cologne, wrapping me in the lingering scent of his skin, and it covers up enough of my dress to hide the rip down the middle.

“Ready to get out of here?” Ford asks, offering me an arm.

I nod, although I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready to face the real world again after what just happened between us. It feels like this wonderful, improbable night is somehow stamped permanently on my skin, visible to anyone who might look closely enough.

During the car ride back, Ford makes a quick phone call to inform the restaurant manager that we’ve finished our private dinner and he can have his staff return to clean up and close everything down for the night. Other than that brief conversation, it’s blissfully quiet. Nobody says anything, including me, but the silence isn’t uncomfortable—in fact, it feels perfect.

Something fundamental has shifted between all of us. I may be a hopeless romantic at heart, but I’ve never bought into the ridiculous idea that sleeping with someone could forge some kind of unbreakable intimate connection. But there’s definitely a difference between sex and… whatever that was. And what just happened was different from anything I’ve ever experienced. I feel like I’m buzzing with electricity, not just from how amazing the sex was, but from how meaningful it felt.

It’s not just the euphoria of incredible orgasms, although that’s certainly part of it. There’s something else humming beneath my skin, something I can’t quite put my finger on. I’m not sure the men can identify it either, judging by their pensive expressions, and I don’t want to risk ruining anything by trying to dissect it before anyone’s ready for that conversation. For now, I’m just going to keep enjoying whatever this is for as long as it lasts.

When we arrive back at the house, I’m surprised to find that Ford’s family is still awake. Lydia is curled up on the couch playing video games on the massive television, competing against her mother in what appears to be a heated match. Elaine is actually much better at Mario Kart than I would have expected. She’s giving her daughter a real run for her money. Charles is settled comfortably in his favorite armchair with a thick book, and Liam seems to be alternately cheering them on and waiting for his turn to challenge the winner.

“You’re back!” Lydia says cheerfully when she notices us entering the living room, not taking her eyes off the screen as she navigates a particularly tricky turn.

“We didn’t think you all would still be up,” Ford says, sounding genuinely surprised. “You weren’t waiting for us, were you?”

“Not at all,” Elaine promises with a laugh, finally glancing away from the game to smile at us. “We just lost track of time. Did you have a nice dinner out?”

“It was fantastic,” Gabriel says smoothly.

Liam’s eyes sweep over me assessingly. “What’s with the jacket?”

My heart skips a beat at being caught, but I manage to keep my voice level. “I got cold on the way back.”

“It’s called chivalry. You might not be familiar with the concept, but when a lady is cold, it’s considered polite to offer her your jacket,” Ford says with such smooth confidence that I could almost believe that’s the real reason Gabriel gave me his jacket. “I don’t know about you all, but I’m exhausted, so I’m going to head up to bed.”

“Same here,” I agree quickly, not wanting to risk anyone asking more probing questions about my appearance. I’m terrible at lying under pressure, and the last thing we need is for someone to figure out that my dress is destroyed underneath this jacket.

We say our goodnights to everyone and head upstairs together. It’s peaceful and surprisingly natural as Ford and I move through our nighttime routine, and I realize with a start that I feel comfortable with him now. I’m genuinely used to sharing this space with him, to this easy domestic intimacy. I don’t know what to do with that realization. The last thing I need is to get so comfortable with this arrangement, because that just means when it inevitably ends, I’ll have to painfully adjust back to being alone all over again.

Here I was, just about used to being lonely after my breakup with Liam. I really don’t want to have to get used to that hollow feeling all over again.