Her heart skipped. How did he do that? She took a deep breath, glancing over her shoulder to see Flynn, his teeth gritted as he restrained himself from going further. Held back. For her.
Her own smile grew, still wavery, but real. “Vroom, vroom, Snowmobile. I’m ready when you are.”
Male laughter filled the room and delight sparkled in Flynn’s green gaze, his lips still shining from the peppermint lube. “You are my kind of angel,” he sighed. “I knew I was right.”
Her smile turned to a gasp as he began to push passed the tight muscles of her ass, slowly, but powerfully. His shout mingled with hers and Chris’s when he made it through. Deep. So deep. With both of them inside her. Moving. Filling. She felt like she would fly apart. Like they were all that was holding her to the earth.
It was painful and beautiful. Perfectly imperfect and too much of not enough. It was indescribable.
“Sonofafuckingbitch,” Chris swore, his hands curling into fists, his hips thrusting almost helplessly upward. “Tight. So tight and hot, Georgia you feel so fucking good.”
Watching the sweet, kind hunk of a man lose control made Georgia, despite her own sensation overload, feel powerful. Feminine. He was desperate to come. Waiting for her, for them, to join him.
The pain eased and Flynn began to rock against her, moving a little deeper with each stroke. Her neck arched and through the haze she saw Jimmy. He was aroused. Watching her as he stroked himself, matching their rhythm.
She licked her lips, staring at his erection. She was drowning in desire, spinning with it. But her fantasy wasn’t complete.
Not without him.
He must have read her expression. He came closer, until he was standing a breath away. Georgia leaned forward and opened her mouth around his cock, closing her eyes at the dark, sinful taste.
Chris bit at her breasts, his thrusts more powerful as he lost himself in the moment. Flynn was saying her name over and over again, like a prayer for restraint as he picked up his rhythm. Jimmy had his hand in her hair, guiding her mouth as his hips thrust gently inside.
Her heartbeat raced in her ears and lights flickered behind her eyes like fireworks. She felt them everywhere. This moment was hers. Theirs. All of them connected. All of them grasping desperately for the pleasure that was just out of reach.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she couldn’t help it. It was too much. Too amazing. Beyond all of her fantasies. Chris reached between them again, and she felt his callused fingers pressing against her clit in a way that had her keening against Jimmy’s erection, and tightening her sex, making both men shout.
She heard Flynn join them as she tasted the salty rich flavor of Jimmy’s orgasm on her tongue. Chris arched so strongly off the couch that he lifted them all up with him, calling out Georgia’s name as he found his release.
Flynn’s forehead pressed against her shoulder. “Angel face,” he whispered, kissing her softly.
Jimmy stepped back and caressed her hair. She couldn’t seem to control her limbs. Every inch of her was quivering. As if she’d run a marathon. As if she’d swum the ocean.
As if she’d just had multiple orgasms while three men pleasured her.
She’d collapsed on Chris, but he didn’t seem to mind. Her eyes were closed, her lashes damp, and her mind was racing. What would happen now? Would they look at her differently? Would they send her away?
How would she ever recover from something this earth-shattering? This perfect.
She felt Flynn leave her and clung to Chris for a moment, not wanting this to end, before pushing herself up and feeling his body separate from hers. Was it strange, the sudden empty ache inside her? She’d just had the best sex of her life.
She wanted it again. Impossible, she knew. She was exhausted. Rattled. But she didn’t think she’d ever been so whole.
Georgia had known all along she was different from other people. A little crazy. She talked to herself, she lived in her imagination…but now her insanity was complete.
Or there really was something in the water.
Chris sat up and put his arm around her. “Georgia? Baby are you okay?”
“Ask me later.” Her laugh was watery. Shaky. She wiped her cheeks and pulled her knees up self-consciously. “Where did everyone go?”
Jimmy and Flynn reappeared, with a pitcher of Flynn’s peppermint flavored concoction and some towels. Flynn’s smile was wicked. “Time for a drink.”
Georgia was confused, but definitely in need of a new infusion of liquid courage. “Are we out of clean glasses?”
Those green eyes let her know she was in trouble. “Who needs glasses, angel face? We have you.”
***
Georgia stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Who was this woman? Her wet hair curled in wild loose ringlets around her head, her cheeks and neck were red with evidence of passionate kisses and razor burn. She had swollen lips and eyes that sparkled in a way she’d never witnessed before.