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I try to keep pace, but Torin and Briggs refuse to ease up. They keep driving into me, relentless in their pursuit of their own pleasure and mine. Their movements drag me deeper into sensation until my body feels entirely claimed by their hands, mouths, and cocks. My lungs burn. My eyes water. My jaw aches. None of it matters because the pleasure keeps building.

I open wider, taking Ashby deeper, hungry for him in a way that surprises even me.

The sound he makes when I do is raw.

Torin’s hand clamps over my breast, his fingers tightening around the nipple until I almost scream. Every part of me strains to hold all of them. I’m shaking, trapped between cold metal and hard bodies, the world flashing at the edges of my vision as sensation builds higher and higher. I want to say their names. I want to tell them what they’re doing to me. All that leaves my throat are broken, guttural sounds that barely resemble words.

My throat is full of Ashby, the taste of him, the scent of him, the tension tightening through his thighs. I can feel how close he is in every pull of muscle, every pulse beneath his skin. Torin is shaking too. A rough sound tears out of him, and I know he’s hanging by a thread. His movements falter. I feel him swell inside me even as Briggs drives harder, spreading my cheeks and stretching me wider, the two of them the only thing keeping me upright.

Ashby pulls free of my mouth. His cock is wet and angry red, and he catches my jaw in one hand, forcing my gaze to his as he comes. Long, hot ropes splatter across my neck and chin. The sight of him losing control, the mess he makes of me, hits the other two like a spark tossed into dry brush.

Pleasure crashes through me when Briggs cries out my name, his breathing turning ragged and completely out of his control as he pounds into me. Torin follows a heartbeat later, and the violent shudder that rips through him travels straight into me. They're pressed so tightly inside me, I feel split in two. Briggs comes hot and hard, his nails dragging across my belly. Torin's cock keeps twitching, keeps pumping, his hands locked around my waist as if sheer force of will could pull me apart.

I'm stretched around them, jaw slack, pulse hammering through my wrists hard enough to make them ache. White and black flashes across my vision. Sound drops away beneath a distant ringing, and then my orgasm hits with enough force to erase everything else.

My entire body convulses.

Every muscle seizes at once, and whatever composure I've been clinging to disappears completely. I sob. I wail. I let the sensation drag me wherever it wants to take me because fighting it isn't even an option.

Time loses shape after that.

Gradually, the world begins to return in scattered pieces. The first thing I register is the scrape of Torin's stubble against my back. His breath comes hard and uneven as he folds forward and pins me against the van with his weight. The metal digs into me, and a distant part of my brain wonders whether we're about to dent the whole side panel. The thought drifts away as quickly as it arrives.

My thighs are slick with sweat and come.

Briggs still has his arms wrapped around my hips. His forehead rests against my shoulder while his hands move over me, stroking up and down as though he's trying to soothe damage he helped create.

Somewhere nearby, Ashby lets out a rough breath.

"Fuck," he says, sounding completely wrecked. "Oh, Laurel. Let's get you inside. I think it’s time for that beer.”

Inside, I settle deeper against Ashby while Briggs runs his hand up and down my calf. Torin takes my hand, his thumb brushing lazy circles across my knuckles as the four of us sit together without feeling any need to fill the silence.

"I've been thinking about home," I say.

Every pair of eyes turns to me.

Briggs' hand stills against my leg. Ashby watches me carefully, and Torin's fingers tighten around mine.

I draw in a breath. "I've been acting like I only had two choices. Go home and lose all of you or stay here and walk away from everything I built." I shake my head. "That isn't actually true."

Ashby's brow furrows. "What are you thinking?"

“Julian, my boss, is always telling me I have options while working for him.” I smile. “Options I haven’t thought about before.”

I look at everyone.

"Tomorrow I'm calling him." My pulse kicks harder as I say the words out loud. "I'm going to ask if he'll keep me on part time while I transition everything across. I can work remotely while I hand over my clients and help train whoever takes over."

Nobody says anything.

I feel my heart hammering against my ribs.

"If you’ll have me..." I swallow. "Then I'm staying."

Briggs stares at me for a heartbeat before hauling me across his lap so hard I squeal.

"You absolute menace," he says, burying his face against my neck. "You really let us believe you were leaving."