In that instant, he saw through them - felt through them - dozens of orgasms, kisses, dreams, nights spent curled together in sweat-slick beds, giggles between thighs, tongues behind trees, soft cries muffled into arms. He felt Grace's first kiss, Lucy's first moan, Emma's sharp gasp the night she asked to be taken from behind and cried when he whispered how beautiful she looked.
They weren't just his wives.
They were his world.
And now that world was pouring back into him, lighting every nerve like fire.
He sank to his knees.
Immediately, they surrounded him.
Arms wrapping around his body, lips pressing to his cheeks, his neck, his shoulders, his cock. Grace knelt behind him, kissing the base of his spine. Zoey crawled into his lap, her thighs wet, her nipples hard, her mouth hungry. "Can you feel it?" she whispered, sliding her heat along his length.
"Yes," he breathed.
Rose slid in behind him, wrapping herself around his back like a second skin. "Then let it guide you."
