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If you'd told me a year ago I'd be spread open in front of my husband for

three fair boys, I'd have laughed in your face.

Lauren's a good man.

Flawless, really.

But God, he's dull.

Ten years of marriage turns into a dead pond neither of us bothered to disturb.

And now, his players are boiling it alive.

That home run!

Mac, you're a natural!

And this free fall all started with a victory dinner.

The dinner was supposed to celebrate Lauren's team winning the state

championship.

My heroes.

Victory dinner at my place tonight.

Coach's treat.

Lauren, our dining table barely seats four.

Let's just go to a restaurant.

Nah, we'll squeeze in.

That's half the fun.

Don't worry about a thing, honey.

I've got this.

Man, we're really looking forward to your hospitality.

Charlie's chest was inches from mine. I'd never felt youth that clearly

before. My back was pressed against cold metal, but my blood was on fire.

See?

Cozy. Come on, boys. Don't be shy.

Make yourselves at home.

Wyatt's arm digs into me through the thin dress.

I flitch before I can stop myself.

You okay, ma'am? You look a little flushed.

I'm fine. Just stuffy in here.

Maybe it's just been too long since I've been touched.

That's why my mind's going somewhere filthy.

They're only 18.

They're kids.

And then, a foot reaches across the table and catches mine.

No, that was not my imagination.

Honey, you're not eating. Steak not good?

It's just so stuffy in here. I can't breathe.

Yeah, it's been muggy all day. I'll take a look at the AC tomorrow.

You'll sleep like a baby.

Someone's got some nerve.

I'm his coach's wife, and he thinks he can treat me like some kind of dessert

under my own table?

Wyatt, it has to be him.

Our 10th anniversary.

I tried to bring our dried-out marriage back to life.

Honey, knock it off. I'm going over tomorrow's defense.

Come on, not tonight.

Sunrise, lights out.

That's my husband.

I could strip naked and climb on top of him, and all he'd notice was that I was

interrupting his beauty sleep.

His neglect had me convinced.

I was already dried up for good.

Then came that day.

Don't move.

The heat of it was obscene. I should have shoved him off, slapped him. But my

starved body betrayed me, shivering at all that young male heat, at the sheer

weight of him.

If it's him under the table, I have to make him stop.

Enough of this humiliating game.

Wyatt, can you run to the kitchen and grab some ice?

Dying of heat over here.

Sure thing, ma'am. You definitely look like you could use cooling off.

I hold my breath. The pressure's gone. That tight knot in my chest finally

loosens.

But the next second, it's back. Not Wyatt. The foot is still there.

And now it's pushing even deeper.

Here, ma'am.

You might want to wipe yourself off.

You look like you're about to melt.

His touch leaves a trail of fire in its wake, bold, humiliating.

But what scares me more is how my starved body travels for it.

Oh, God. Hey, don't move, honey. I'll grab some paper towels.

I'll get the glass then.

I'm on my knees at their feet.

Somewhere in the dark, a breath.

Heavy, uneven, barely contained.

A hand slips the strap from my shoulder. Something cold brushes my skin. A ring.

Wyatt? No time to react. A hand slides in through my neckline, big enough to

cover my whole side.

That citrus scent.

The one that makes me shiver.

Mac?

The long leg across from me.

Charlie? My shoulder, my chest, then between my thighs. The dark has stolen

my sight. I can't tell who's touching me anymore. I can't even tell how many

hands there are. All I knew, I was being torn open. I should scream, expose them,

slap every single one of them across the face. But why? Why is my body shivering

in the confusion? The danger, the not knowing, pulsing over and over with

something that feels way too close to pleasure.

Let me help you get it, honey.

Then, all at once, the touches pull back, like a tide going out.

Gone so fast, it's as if none of it ever happened.

Lauren is reaching for the glass.

The hand comes back, settles against my lower back, starts moving down.

I should scream, make Lauren turn around, and see exactly what these

animals are.

But I'm still here, on my knees, shaking, wanting his hand to go just a

little lower.

Before Lauren pulls back.

They're all doing exactly what they're supposed to be doing.

As if that breathless frenzy beneath the table never happened.

I gulp down the ice water, trying to drown the anger, the shame. But as it

slides down my throat, I realize the fire I'm trying to put out is deep

inside me. The one that still wants more.

Oh, right.

These three boys wanted me to thank you for taking such good care of the team.

They got you something.

We picked this out together, ma'am. The fabric's really soft. You're gonna love

it. And smooth.

Perfect for wearing close to the skin.

The silk slips across my palm, cool enough to make me shiver. The thought of

those three young, powerful bodies picking out something this intimate for

me, it feeds the heat twisting deep in my stomach.

My fingers hit something in the box, a slip of paper. It sends a jolt through

me, right under Lauren's nose.

I want to see you wearing nothing but that scar.

And they hand me something this filthy.

The words hit like a live wire. I can't breathe. But something oozed out from my

clenched thigh.

An uncontrollable shame.

What's it say?

Nothing. Just a regular thank you note.

The scarf is beautiful.

I'm going to change into something that goes with it.

door locked, and the last of my composure goes with it.

The woman in the mirror is flushed, her eyes hungry, starving for those young

bodies.

She doesn't want to say no.

She never did.

Lauren barely touches me.

I could lie next to him in the most revealing thing I own, and he wouldn't

even notice.

But under that table, a few rough touches from them, and I was soaked.

Humiliated. Yet I wanted more.

I'm so tired of this dead marriage.

All I can think about now is being pinned down by their bodies.

All of them.

Filling me.

Taking me apart.

I think about Wyatt at bat.

The way his muscles flex under his jersey with every swing.

Sweat tracing that hard line down his waist.

Disappearing into his waistband.

And Mac, fresh from the shower, water still dripping from his hair, that

citrus scent so strong it makes my head spin.

And Charlie, the way he watches me, like I'm something wrapped up for him,

something he can open whenever he decides.

I'm disgusting, touching myself to my husband's players, and I can't stop.

Not enough.

Somehow I feel emptier than before. My own hand can't fill this.

I know I should stop. I'm Lauren's wife.

I need to end this.

Now.

I tell myself to end this.

But my hands have other plans.

The most revealing dress I own.

And their scarf.

Tied around my throat like a collar.

Who am I pretending for? There's nothing decent left in me. I'm already ruined.

Now I look like prey, wrapped up and waiting for the animals outside.

The power goes out right when I finish dressing.

Someone's out there, on the other side of the door.

Which one of them is it?

Alice? Don't worry, honey. Breaker must have tripped.

I'm going to check the breaker box in the garage.

I told the boys to stay put in the living room.

You go back to the table. I'll be right there.

It's just Lauren.

He didn't even notice the dress, the shameless thing I put on.

He said the boys are in the living room, but the darkness feels like an animal in

my chest, and it's waking up something I can't control, something that wants to

be destroyed.

Another note.

The handwriting is rougher this time.

Desperate. Urgent.

Storage room.

Right now.

Lauren said they're in the living room. So who left this? I should burn this

right now. But my legs. They're barely holding me. Fuck dignity.

Ten years of a dead marriage and I'm drowning.

All I want right now is to know who left it.

No one?

I came here ready to fall, and there's no one to catch me. The emptiness hits

harder than I expected.

Just a stupid prank.

Go back. Before Lauren fixes the power. Go back to being the dull, obedient wife

you're supposed to be.

The second my hand touches the doorframe, a hand shoots out from the

dark behind me, vein bulging, slamming over my shoulder onto the door.

Hard.

Who's there?

He was behind the door the whole time. The dark sharpens every sense.

Breathing, sweat, heat. Close enough to touch my face. And I can't move.

He finally has me.

The dark has taken everything.

My sight.

My control.

All I feel is the raw, brutal force of him.

Like he's going to tear me apart.

That cold ring.

That brutal grip.

Wyatt? No, that's Citrus. It's Mac.

But how? How is he in two places at once?

He's everywhere.

The wristband?

Charlie? Who the hell is doing this?

His hands are everywhere, like he's got ten of them.

I'm being swallowed alive!

Who... who are you?

I don't care. Who cares?

My dress is gone.

My head is gone.

All I know is I'm shaking.

I'm curling.

I want him to wreck me.

Alice!

Looks like the breaker's completely fired.

Maybe the boys should just crash here tonight.

It's not safe for them to drive home in the dark.

Lauren is right there.

Not even two inches away.

He's worrying about the boys' safety.

He has no idea one of them has his wife pinned against the door.

Fingering her, taking her apart while he stands there like a fool.

Lauren is about to open the door.

Honey, are you in the storage room?

One turn, and he'll see what I've become.

But the animal inside doesn't stop.

He doesn't care if he's caught.

I should be terrified.

My husband is one thin door away.

And one of his players is inside me.

But the fear, the shame, the danger, they twist together, pushing me higher.

Harder! I'm so close! I can't...

The

utility crew's here already?

Okay. Okay, I'm coming out.

Front doors shut.

That oblivious husband of mine, finally gone. He didn't see a thing. Not the

dress, not the hands, not what they did to me.

Danger's over. But this heat they left inside me, it's burning.

My thighs won't stop trembling.

Wait. More than one breath?

Three breaths.

Three bodies.

The heat and sweat closing in from every side, like they're about to swallow me

whole.

Soaked already.

Face it, Alice.

Coach can't fill you up, can he?

He's never made you shake like that, has he?

A few touches under the table and you were falling apart.

Ma'am, tonight we're going to fill you up.

All of us. Together.

The ring, the citrus, the wristband. It wasn't one pair of hands moving too

fast. It was three.

Three of them.

Barely legal.

And they just shared me right behind my husband's back.

Right under his nose.

Three of them.

Three directions.

My hand just hanging there.

Like I don't know whether to push them away or hold on. It's been all three of

us since the dinner table.

Taking turns.

Watching you try to figure it out.

Come on, ma'am. You knew.

You knew the whole time.

He's right.

I told myself it was just one kid with a death wish.

But all three of them had been there the whole time.

Watching me bite my lip.

Watching me shake.

The doorknob's turning.

But none of them let go.

Wyatt's pulling at my underwear.

Mac's tape on my collarbone. Charlie dragging me backwards.

I'm a piece of fabric.

Three guys pulling three ways.

Door swings open.

Light hits me.

Lauren's right there, across the hall.

I try to say something, but nothing comes out.

Alright, power should be back on.

All he has to do is walk over.

He'll see me pressed between all three of them.

And I hate myself for it.

But I can't help wanting this.

Alice?

All three of them on me at once.

And he's not even coming closer.

He can't see us. He can't see anything.

But I'm shaking.

If I open my mouth, I'm afraid I'll just say it.

Don't stop.

Please don't stop.

Hey, check on the ribs in the oven. Don't let them dry out.

Why isn't the kitchen light on yet?

I can't answer him. I can't.

Wyatt's got his fingers right there.

Right where I'm most sensitive.

If Lauren stands there one more second, my voice is going to crack. I know it.

Ma'am, let those ribs go a few more minutes, yeah?

We're in no rush.

Good things take time, right?

Wyatt hooked his fingers.

My hips just came off the shelf.

Mac's hand slapped over my mouth. The sound got stuck in his palm.

Just this tiny, pathetic whipper. That was me.

See? He didn't hear shit.

Wyatt's hand is still between my face.

None of them are stopping Slowly I reach down and close my hand around his wrist.

I don't even know why Okay, that's it for tonight let's just pretend this

never happened

Whatever

you say ma'am I pulled my skirt down Like that fixes anything.

I'm supposed to act like I wasn't just opened up by all three of them.

Like I didn't push my hips into their hands in the dark.

But I can't pretend.

I can't.

Not anymore.

Let me tell you something.

Best part of being married?

Coming home to someone who asks if you're hungry what you want to eat.

You guys don't know yet.

That feeling, it just settles something in you.

The three of them across the table like nothing happened.

But my skin hasn't forgotten.

Wyatt's hands gripping me.

Charlie's palm on my skin.

Mac's tongue.

I can still feel where it was.

All of it.

Moving under my skirt.

I squeeze my knees together.

Doesn't help.

That ache doesn't go away just because you close your legs.

Something inside me cracked open.

I'm burning.

Honey, grab those ribs from the oven, will you? Boys are still hungry.

Sure.

I'll help.

I bend down to open the oven.

Mac's right there behind me.

I already have the ribs.

But I pause.

Just for a second.

What am I thinking?

What the hell am I doing?

And that pass he made?

Beautiful. Just beautiful. Right, Mac?

Yes, coach.

Real pretty.

Here, ma'am. I got it. Watch your hands.

He answered Lauren like nothing was off. Took the tray like he was just helping

out around the house.

Back in my seat, the coach's wife, nice and proper.

But my skin is still buzzing.

Wyatt's talking plays with Lauren.

Everyone can hear it.

But under the table, my knees pressed into his thigh.

These ribs are killer, right?

Alice's secret weapon.

I smiled at Lauren, all while my thigh was pressed against his players.

That heat went straight through me.

I couldn't pull away.

My throat's so dry I can barely swallow.

I tell myself this is the last time, really, and then I feel my knees fall

open.

Wyatt's thigh on my right, Mac's on my left.

I tell myself I'm just shifting, but my knees are open, both of them.

It hits and stays through his khakis.

I can feel the muscle.

The shape of his leg against mine.

His fingers on my back.

One spot.

That's all it takes.

My whole back is on fire.

Not enough.

Not hard enough. More.

I tell myself I'm just stretching.

My foot keeps reaching.

Hits his shin.

This table's too small.

Told you so.

Toes climbing up his shin.

His leg opens, just enough for my foot to slide in.

I'm in.

He's holding me there.

Through his pants, I can feel everything.

The heat.

The shape of it.

Alice, you're all red, and your hands are shaking.

Lauren's palm on my burning face.

And under the table, my foot is caught between his player's legs. What's

pressed against my soul is getting hard.

You okay?

Coach.

Didn't you say you had that bottle of 09 Cabernet somewhere? Thought it'd beat

beer with the ribs.

Oh, right.

Almost forgot.

I'll go grab it from the cellar.

You guys hang tight.

Ma'am, you don't have to hold back with us.

Don't need to lift your dress.

I can feel you through the fabric.

Charlie,

what are you doing?

Your lips look dry, ma'am.

Let me help.

Take it.

Juice running down my throat, down my neck, between my breasts.

His fingers are still in my mouth, and I'm keeping them there.

His tongue is right on my nipple, hardening under the fabric, like it's

begging to be crushed.

Pretty bold under the table, weren't you? Kept reaching for Charlie with your

toes.

Didn't taste the first one?

Let's try again.

Ma'am, you don't want us to stop this little game, do you?

Lauren's in the cellar, probably taking his sweet time with the wine rack.

He has no idea I'm pinned to this chair by the three of them, and he's right. I

don't want it to stop.

Then the game continues.

I'm in the middle, like a strawberry crushed in someone's hand, skin split,

sweetness flowing out.

And the hunger I've buried for ten years finally breaks loose.

The light hits my eyes and my head clears just enough to see what I'm

doing.

Mouth open, chest out, knees apart.

I never knew I could be this person.

Relax, ma'am. We're not going to say anything to coach.

I'm fine.

You were in that closet a long time before the power went out.

You really think those walls are soundproof?

They heard me. They stood outside the door and listened to every sound I made.

I was imagining them, and they were right there.

Ma'am, you know why I picked strawberries?

Because it's got that ripe, tempting color.

Kind of like you do right now.

Sweat running down my sides.

They know exactly what I am. A wife who spreads her legs behind her husband's

back and begs for it.

When we won today, you watched us longer than you watch coach.

Yeah, we all noticed.

They saw all of it. The way I look at them. The underwear I ruined.

My toes crawling under the table.

Everything. They heard everything.

Lauren's coming up from the cellar. And all I can feel is where they're touching

me. Fear and pleasure, both at once. I'm almost there.

Don't let him see.

Charlie puts my hand there.

Through his pants, it twitches against my palm.

I should pull away, but I don't.

My eyes move from Charlie to Wyatt to Mac.

Every one of them is hard.

I can see it through their pants.

It's not just me.

They're scared of getting caught too.

And that thought makes my heart pound even harder.

You don't have to be nervous, ma'am.

Everyone's thinking the same thing.

But you started it.

And we decide when it ends.

No, I didn't start this.

But I couldn't say it, because he's right.

When did my body stop fighting?

Was it under the table?

Or that time in the hallway when they held me?

What else are they going to do to me tonight?

I'm scared.

But deep in my stomach, something tightens.

Like I'm waiting for it.

I look down at myself.

My skirt's all grinkled, my collar's still hanging open, and that juice stain

is impossible to miss.

What the hell happened in here?

What the hell happened in here?

She spilled something on her dress.

We were just helping her clean it up.

How'd you manage that?

That soaked all the way through.

Just slipped.

You

know, when I

proposed, I was so nervous I couldn't even hold a glass of water.

Here we go.

The old stories.

I broke my leg at practice.

And I just wanted her to come see me.

And then she showed up in this white dress. I was lying there thinking, this

is it. She's the one.

Lauren's kissing the back of my hand.

And my palm still remembers the damp heat of Charlie's inner thigh.

Lauren, I'm dizzy. I really don't feel well. I think I need to go lie down.

Baby, my good luck charm.

Come on, you've got an audience.

Stay with me a little longer.

Just a little while.

Okay.

I'll stay.

The moment I sat back down, I knew I was falling.

And I wasn't stopping myself.

Here.

Pour yourself another.

It's a good night. Have a drink with me.

Lauren's right there smiling at me. He has no idea.

One of his players has his hand between my legs right through my dress.

I swallow the wine.

His finger traces circles between my legs.

Fear, shame, and wanting, all of it building inside me at once.

Dinner's still going.

I've got this graceful smile on my face, sitting between my husband and three of

his boys.

Under the tablecloth, their hands keep finding me.

I'm shaking from it, pretending nothing's happening.

My skin is burning up. I'm almost gone.

All right, you guys go relax.

Alice, you've had a long day, too.

Leave the dishes.

I'll do them.

Through the sound of running water, I can feel something inside me coming

undone.

The heat between my legs is stronger now, thicker.

Now, no one's going to bother us.

They're not letting me go that easily.

There's nowhere left to back up to.

Stop. He is right in the kitchen.

He can't see from there.

You know it.

We'll make you feel real good, ma'am.

At those words, something clinches deep in my stomach.

The heat I've been holding back pours out of me.

There's a lot of dishes to wash.

We've got time.

I didn't call out.

I didn't push any of them away.

Fear and shame are receding, like a tide going out, leaving something raw and

hungry under me.

Charlie's got me against the wall.

He's looking at me like I'm something unwrapped.

Stockings torn open.

Now there's nothing between their fingers and me.

Another hand on my chest, still through my dress.

I want to feel it for real.

I don't even care whose hand it is.

My legs are open.

Wyatt? Let me first.

I'm trapped with no way out.

Wyatt's ready.

Will I scream?

Will the water cover it?

Alice? We're out of dish soap. Where's the new one?

Lauren's walking over, and here I am, spread open for his players like it's

nothing.

Charlie and Mac are already under the table. The curtains shut behind us, and

Wyatt's got me pinned against the window.

Hand over my mouth, hard.

I can barely breathe.

Where'd everybody go?

Lauren's right there. I can hear his footsteps.

Wyatt's heart is slamming against my back.

One, two, like a time bomb. His fly's still open.

That thick, hard thing is pushing right into me. I can feel it through his

pants. Jesus, it's so hot.

Lauren's right there.

I shouldn't be thinking about it. But I am.

God, I'm shaking.

Nobody's here. Must have gone to the bathroom.

I didn't check the curtains. Didn't look under the table. He saw nothing. We're

safe. For now. I just... Everything lets go.

If Wyatt wasn't holding me up... I'd be on the floor.

No,

please.

So wet.

You've soaked through Wyatt's pants.

You've been wanting this.

Haven't you, Matt?

He yanked me out and suddenly I was airborne. My back hit the table, hard.

My fingers found that dried wine stain from dinner.

The table.

The same one we were just eating at.

Lauren cleared the plates and now I'm spread out right in the middle of it.

Did he ever fuck you on this table, ma'am? Max on my left shoves my thighs

open. His whole palm slides in.

Coach?

He's never had that kind of hunger.

Max's hand spreading my legs.

Wyatt's mouth going lower.

And he's right.

Lauren has never touched me like this.

Not once.

Sitting at this table or lying on it, which one gets you wetter, ma'am?

I can hear the water running.

Steady, constant.

My legs are open.

Any shame I had left is gone.

Just gone.

I'm ready.

I'm ready for them to get inside me.

My back hits the table, and I can still feel the warmth from the plates.

Next year's tryouts, I want to put Charlie's name in for the pros.

My husband's at the sink, rinsing plates, planning Charlie's career.

And Charlie's right here, between my thighs.

dress up around my waist.

I'm so bare, I can feel every inch of air on my skin.

And through them, I can see Lauren in the kitchen, just wiping a plate like

it's nothing.

Mac smells like citrus, and his mouth is so hot, I can't think straight.

Mac, though, his control still needs work, but the kid's got the goods.

And Wyatt, he's got to work on his timing at the plate, and his needs to

tighten up on D.

Mac leaves, then Wyatt takes his place.

Charlie's hand keeps working my thigh.

And I can hear my husband talking about them like he's proud.

Like they're his boys.

And I'm just something they're all passing around.

Alice? You back?

What do you think of the plan?

I don't know much about baseball, but they're really good.

Charlie, Wyatt, and Mac.

Charlie's fingers are pushing deeper inside me while I answer my husband.

I'm trying to keep my voice steady, and my body is twisting underneath them.

Yeah.

They're really something.

Better than I ever was.

Alice, which one of us do you want the most?

Tell me.

Charlie's pushing deeper.

Wyatt's waiting.

Mac's breath is right there in my ear. They're all over me, and I can't even

think anymore.

I want all of you.

Wyatt lifts me into his lap.

The warm glow from the kitchen suddenly feels so close.

I can hear Lauren humming off and on.

Charlie's kissing me sideways, hand under my chin, and my knee is grazing

Mac's hip.

Wyatt's hand is on my breast, squeezing, like he's feeling its weight. His breath

is hot on my neck.

My legs are spread open, wider now, with my back against Wyatt.

I'm hanging between the three of them.

Mac pushes against me.

I can feel the shape of him through his pants.

Three wrenches, all tightening on the same bolt.

I'm melting under their hands.

Lauren's still humming, drifting in and out, like it's coming from deep

underwater.

They celebrate their victory, and I am the altar for their prize, hot and damp.

I bite my lip, but a broken gasp still escapes.

What was that?

Alice, you okay?

I freeze.

Mac is still pressed against me, breath hot on my neck.

We're... watching the game?

Damn, kids.

Turn it down a little. The TV's so loud.

Commentary, whistles, the crowd going crazy.

Everything I'm ashamed of just disappears under it.

And they're already moving again.

Wyatt lifts me up a little.

His thumb circling slow, tracing a line only he understands.

Charlie's mouth swallows whatever sound tries to come out.

Mac's down there, mouth on me through my panties, and my hips jerk up. Wyatt

shoves me right back down.

My legs are giving out.

My back is collapsing.

Wyatt's fingers dig into my waist.

Fear and excitement, all tangled up together, and I don't know where one

ends and the other begins.

All I know is I'm burning alive.

The TV will drown everything off.

Lauren won't hear a thing.

Lauren will never know.

The TV is just white noise in my ears now. All four of us

are soaked, sweating, smelling the same.

Mac is hard, grinding right into me through both layers of fabric, right

where I'm soaked.

His smell hits me, citrus and sweat, thick and sweet.

Wyatt's got me from behind, his silver ring cold against my skin, pushing me

forward into Mac.

I'm caught between them. My underwear is gone. I'm burning up again, and I can

hear their breathing getting heavier.

A sound comes out of me.

Then I'm shoved into Mac's hands.

My eyes are blurry with tears.

And Charlie, like he's pushing every sound I make back down my throat.

Wyatt thrusts again.

I'm in the middle, roaned out from both directions.

Mac is moving faster.

Lauren's still humming that stupid song.

Shame and excitement, I'm wound so tight.

I'm folded between them, feet off the floor.

I can feel it behind me, that thing, relling, pulsing like it's breathing on

its own. Charlie pulls his fingers out of my mouth, and then his lips are there

instead.

When I gasp, it's like the sound gets torn out of my throat.

Oh!

What was that, Alice?

You okay? I heard you. Say something.

Nothing! It was a home run! So good!

Home run? I thought you guys were watching football. What home run?

My mind is blank.

I open my mouth. Nothing comes out.

They showed a baseball highlight.

Just a replay.

Alice, let the boys walk you through it. Don't just sit there staring at the

screen.

Right. Okay.

A zipper.

Max.

And Wyatt moves too.

I freeze.

Are they both? My fingers twist in my dress.

Two hard things, pressing against me where I'm soaking wet.

The

water

covers the sound I make.

Then I'm shoved into Mac.

No warning.

Nothing slow.

It opens me up from the inside, all the way through my head.

Everything goes white.

My mouth is open, but every sound just dies on Charlie's tongue.

The feeling of being filled just washes over me, rising from where the two of

them have me trapped.

Mac stays buried inside me, and Wyatt just keeps driving me into him, over and

over. Each time a wave builds deep inside me, rising up to my throat, and

Charlie swallows it.

Three times.

Four.

I've lost count.

He just keeps going.

I bite down and swallow everything, letting the heat burn through me.

That's enough, Mac.

Switch. Mac pulls out.

For a second, there's nothing.

Empty. But then it gets hotter, waiting to be filled again.

Then Wyatt pushes in from behind, slower than Mac, inch by inch, all the way

in. Feel that, ma'am?

Different, right?

They're taking turns inside me.

My God, I'm ruined.

I'm just something for them to pass around, and I don't even care anymore.

I'm soaked through.

I can feel Wyatt going faster now.

Another one.

Passed around like a rag doll.

Whoever catches me, gets me. Cool air hits my chest.

Then that familiar silk settles over me.

The day I bought it, I was already picturing this.

Lauren has no idea.

The star player's gift is hanging crooked over my tits.

Max is kissing my ankle, and I can feel his eyes crawling up under that scarf.

Charlie's on top of me, me forcing me open.

Scarf is slipping.

But I can't feel the cold anymore.

I can't even tell who's who anymore.

Someone's inside, someone's on top, someone's touching me.

All different, all over. It's coming.

My whole body tightens, then releases.

Like a string about to snap, it hits me.

Everything goes white. I'm shaking apart, taken apart and put back

together.

Alice? Can you grab me a piece of towel?

Lauren's in the kitchen, and my legs are still shaking open. He has no idea.

Don't look that way.

Lauren, towels are in the left cabinet. Can you grab them yourself?

The game's getting intense.

I can hear my voice shaking.

Lauren has no idea what's happening inside me right now. Alright, I'll get

him. Guess that game really has you hooked.

Lauren, you have no idea how good this is.

Alice, you've got us all hooked too.

All three of them going harder at once.

I'm stuck between them, completely gone.

I feel something hot spill out of me from deep inside.

A long, silent shiver runs through me.

The light just went off, and I can hear Loren at the counter, wiping it down.

He's going to walk in any second.

He pulls out, and I can hear it, that wet sound.

And suddenly that full feeling is gone, but my legs are still shaking. I can see

the dark, wet patch on the scarf.

I know exactly how wrecked I am.

I pull my dress back on, but the second it slides over my thighs, I can feel how

soaked I am.

They're cleaning up, pushing chairs back in, tucking in their shirts.

Like nothing ever happened.

How was the game?

You guys got quiet for a while.

I thought you'd all passed out.

He has no idea what just happened.

No clue. I can barely stand right now.

It's late.

I've got the guest rooms ready.

You three can take the ones upstairs.

Look at you, all flushed and worn out.

Long night.

Get some rest.

His voice is so gentle, like he's talking to a kid.

He'll never know I spent the whole night spread open for his fur.

What's this?

The scarf. The middle is still wet.

He's looking at it. What do I even say?

Did you use this to wipe the table?

I wasn't paying attention.

I thought it was just a rag.

These boys gave this to you.

He thinks I'm so innocent I'd use a brand new scarf as a dishrag.

It's fine.

It's a gift. She can use it however she wants.

Alright, head on up.

Sheets are clean.

Toilet wearies are on the bathroom shelf.

They're all going up.

Footsteps fading on the stairs.

I guess the game got you all worked up.

Get some sleep.

I'm starting to picture that scarf tomorrow morning.

Folded up on the nightstand, tossed in the laundry, or lying across my chest

again.

Doesn't matter.

I'm already too far gone.