Free Four For Christmas by R. G. Alexander

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.
    Was this who they saw when they looked at her?
    When they’d come in with Flynn’s Peppermint Snowstorm—in honor of how they met, he’d said—she was certain things would get awkward. She hadn’t had to worry for long.
    Chris, catching the other men’s gazes, had quickly scooped her up and carried her to the fireplace. They’d laid her down in front of it and proceeded to pour the chilly concoction on particularly sensitive parts of her body, lapping it up until she was crying out with pleasure. She had no idea how long it lasted, she only knew that it was the most selfless lovemaking session she’d ever experienced. They took nothing. They were completely focused on her.
    The water in the sink was still running, she realized with a start. She’d come in to take a shower at their suggestion. They were giving her a moment to collect herself, she knew. Pampering her, while Flynn took Roux out for a walk and put her back in the bedroom, and Jimmy and Chris cleaned up the mess they’d made in front of the fire.
    Her skin was sensitive. Everywhere the shower had hit her, everywhere she’d brushed her soap-covered hand had caused a jolt. It was like every nerve ending had been turned on, but someone had forgotten to switch her off.
    And the way she ached. In places she never had before. She smiled and turned off the water. It was a feeling she knew she could easily get used to.
    “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask what you’re doing in here.”
    Georgia jumped, giggling when she saw Jimmy’s reflecting in