Chapter 2: Chapter 2
The weekend arrived with a brutality that felt personal. The temperature climbed past forty degrees by nine in the morning, and Jessie's small apartment had become a furnace despite every window thrown wide open. She lay on the sofa in just a sports bra and shorts, her skin slick with a thin sheen of sweat, staring at the ceiling fan as it churned the hot air without actually cooling anything.
Kris had messaged her at six, a short good morning from the site with a photo of the sun rising over the cranes and the words "twelve days until I'm home, keep yourself busy for me." She had replied with a picture of her middle finger, then softened it with a shot of her breasts pressing together in the damp fabric of her bra. He had sent back a string of sweat and fire emojis before vanishing into his day.
Twelve days. She had counted them on her fingers this morning, then again at breakfast, as if the number might somehow have shrunk overnight. It never did.
Her phone buzzed again, and she reached for it without enthusiasm, expecting another work update from Kris or a meme from her sister. Instead, the notification came from the 3F app, from Nina.
"Hey you. It is absolutely criminal that you are stuck inside on a day like this. Felix and I are by the pool and we have way too much beer and nowhere near enough company. Come over?"
Jessie read the message three times, her pulse picking up a rhythm that had nothing to do with the heat. She had been messaging Nina and Felix all week, the four of them trading photos and fantasies in that increasingly electric group chat, but this was different. This was a real invitation, a concrete step from the safety of screens into the vulnerability of an actual meeting.
She looked around her empty apartment. The fan clicked overhead. The ice in her glass had long since melted into warm water.
Nina followed up with a second message before Jessie could decide. A photo of the pool, turquoise and inviting, with two loungers side by side and a cooler packed with bottles. Felix's arm appeared at the edge of frame, holding a beer toward the camera, his tattoos catching the sunlight.
"Seriously," Nina wrote. "We have a spare floatie and no judgement. Get your gorgeous self over here."
Jessie's thumbs hovered over the keyboard. She should check with Kris first, make sure he was comfortable with her going over there without him. That had been the agreement, that they would explore together, that nothing happened without both of them on board.
But the heat was making her reckless, and the week of Kris's teasing messages had left her wound tighter than a drum. Every photo he sent of himself at work, shirtless and glistening, every description of what he planned to do to her when he got home, had only sharpened her hunger.
She typed a quick message to Kris first. "Nina and Felix invited me over for a swim. Their place. You okay with that?"
His reply came within seconds. "Fuck yes. Be good. Or don't. Send me pictures either way."
She sent the screenshot of his message to Nina along with a grinning emoji. "Give me an address. I need to find my swimsuit and work up the nerve."
The address came back immediately, followed by a string of directions and a note that said to ring the bell twice because the doorbell was broken. Jessie pulled herself off the sofa with a groan, suddenly aware of how fast her heart was beating.
Nervous, she realized. She was actually nervous.
She was halfway to her bedroom when her phone buzzed again. She glanced down, expecting Nina with another update or perhaps a change of plans. Instead, it was Kris.
"Would you like a dare?"
Jessie grinned, the nervous energy in her chest shifting into something warmer, more familiar. This was their language, the game they played across all the miles between them. She typed back quickly.
"Sure baby. Hit me."
His response came almost instantly, as if he had been waiting for her to take the bait.
"I dare you to take a shot of the PT-141 before you go."
Jessie's eyebrows shot up. The vial had arrived in the mail three weeks ago, an experimental peptide they had ordered from a research chemical website after a particularly late-night browsing session. The promise of heightened sexual desire, amplified orgasms, a chemical key to unlock something deeper. They had read about it, joked about it, but never actually used it. It had sat in the back of the bathroom cabinet, a secret little thrill waiting for the right moment.
This was apparently that moment.
She looked at the bathroom door, then back at her phone. The heat pressed against her skin, and she could already feel the ghost of anticipation curling low in her belly. A dare was a dare. Their whole relationship ran on that principle.
"Sure baby," she typed, her fingers moving before her brain could second-guess. "But don't blame me for the aftermath."
She walked into the bathroom and pulled the small box from the cabinet. Inside, a tiny glass vial of clear liquid, a package of alcohol wipes, and a small insulin syringe with markings along the barrel. She had watched the instructional video weeks ago, the woman in the lab coat explaining the dosage with clinical detachment. 0.1 milliliters. That was the number she remembered. She filled the syringe past the first mark, past the second, settling the plunger at the third line without really thinking about it. Three times the standard dose.
She swabbed her thigh, found the spot the video had shown her, and pressed the needle in. The liquid burned briefly as it entered, a sharp sting that faded almost immediately. She tossed the syringe in the bin and pulled out her phone, snapping a photo of the fresh injection site, the tiny red mark just beginning to bloom on her skin.
"Done," she sent to Kris, along with the picture.
His reply took a moment longer this time. When it came, she could practically hear his sharp intake of breath through the words.
"Umm babe... you were only supposed to do 0.1 of PT-141. You just did 0.3."
Jessie stared at the message, the letters swimming in front of her eyes. She scrolled back to the photo she had sent, zooming in on the syringe in her hand, the plunger clearly sitting at the third line.
"Fuck babe! I should have asked first," she typed, her hands suddenly unsteady.
His response came with a string of laughing emojis. "This is going to be interesting."
Jessie dropped her phone onto the bathroom counter and gripped the edge with both hands, breathing slowly. The drug was already working its way through her system, she could feel it, a faint warmth spreading from her thigh outward, settling deep in her bones. Her skin felt more sensitive, the brush of her own hair against her shoulders suddenly electric.
Interesting was one word for it.
She shook her head and pushed off the counter. She had a pool party to get to, and whatever the afternoon held, she would face it head-on. That was who she was.
Her swimsuit drawer yielded its contents in a frantic search before she found it, the pink micro bikini she had bought online months ago in a moment of boldness and never worn. It was barely more than a collection of triangles connected by strings, designed to show everything and cover almost nothing. She had planned to save it for a special occasion, for a moment when she wanted to feel devastating.
This felt like that moment.
She pulled it on, adjusting the tiny scraps of fabric over her breasts and hips, checking herself in the full-length mirror. The tan lines from her last beach trip created pale patterns against her skin. Her stomach was flat and toned, her legs long and strong, and the pink of the bikini made her look sun-kissed and dangerous.
A text from Nina buzzed on the bed. "You on your way? Felix just lit the barbecue and I am not responsible for what happens if you leave me alone with his cooking."
Jessie grabbed her phone, her purse, and a sheer linen cover-up that she suspected she would shed within minutes of arriving. One last look in the mirror, one deep breath, and she was out the door.
The drive to Felix and Nina's address took twenty minutes through suburban streets that grew progressively nicer, larger houses with manicured lawns and expensive cars in driveways. Their place was a modern two-story with floor-to-ceiling windows and a fence that promised privacy. Jessie parked on the street and sat in her car for a moment, her hands gripping the steering wheel.
The PT-141 was definitely working now. She could feel it in the heightened awareness of every sensation, the fabric of her bikini against her skin, the warmth of the leather seat beneath her thighs, the pulse between her legs that had already begun to throb with a steady, insistent rhythm.
She walked to the gate, pressed her finger against the bell twice as instructed, and heard it echo inside. A moment later, Nina appeared through the gate, barefoot on the stone path, wearing a tiny black bikini that showed off her tattooed arms and toned stomach.
"You made it," Nina said, her grin widening as she took Jessie in. "God, that bikini is criminal. I love it."
Jessie laughed, the nervousness melting in the warmth of Nina's enthusiasm. "I have a feeling I'm going to regret this afternoon in the best possible way."
Nina pulled Jessie through the gate with a hand on her wrist, her grip warm and immediate, like they had known each other for years instead of a handful of days on a hookup app. The backyard opened up in front of them, a sprawling oasis of pale stone and turquoise water, the pool glittering under the brutal sun. Felix rose from a lounger as they approached, a beer already in his hand, his massive frame casting a shadow that stretched halfway across the deck.
"Jessie," he said, his voice a low rumble that matched his build. "Finally got you out here. Thought Nina was going to wear a hole in the floor waiting for you to say yes."
Nina rolled her eyes and released Jessie's wrist, already moving toward the cooler. "I was not that bad."
"You sent her three messages in ten minutes," Felix said, deadpan. "I counted."
Jessie laughed, the sound surprising her. The nervousness was still there, humming beneath her skin, but the PT-141 had turned it into something else, a restless energy that made her want to move, to touch, to be touched. She shrugged off the linen cover-up and let it fall onto the back of a lounger, feeling Felix's gaze track the movement.
"Drink?" Nina asked, holding up a bottle of beer and a can of something pink and fizzy.
"God, yes," Jessie said, taking the beer. The glass was cold against her palm, a shock of relief in the oppressive heat. She pressed it to the back of her neck first, letting the condensation trickle down her spine, and both of them watched her do it.
Felix raised his own bottle. "Well then. Cheers to surviving the heat."
"Cheers to new friends," Nina added, her eyes glinting.
Jessie clinked her bottle against theirs and drank. The beer was ice cold and bitter, exactly what her parched throat needed. She took a long pull, feeling some of the tension in her shoulders ease, then pulled out her phone with her free hand.
"Kris is going to want proof I actually made it here alive," she said, scrolling to the camera app. "He's been texting me every ten minutes like a worried parent."
Nina immediately pressed close, her bare shoulder against Jessie's, her arm looping around Jessie's waist in a gesture so natural it took Jessie's breath away. "Get Felix in too. Felix, get over here."
He set his beer down and moved to Jessie's other side, his bulk radiating heat, his arm settling across both their shoulders. The three of them stood pressed together, a sandwich of warm skin and chlorine-scented air, the pool shimmering behind them.
Jessie held up her phone, angling it to capture the three of them. Nina laughed something and tilted her head against Jessie's shoulder, her pixie cut brushing Jessie's jaw. Felix smiled, a rare expression that transformed his hard face into something almost boyish. The camera clicked.
"The three of us," Jessie said, looking at the photo. She looked relaxed, pink and sun-kissed, bracketed by two fit, attractive people. Nina was glowing, her tattoos bright against her tan skin. Felix looked like he could crush the pool with his bare hands and was choosing not to. "This is going to make him so jealous."
"Good," Nina said, squeezing her waist. "Send it."
Jessie opened the group chat, their little four-way thread where they had spent all week trading photos and teases. She typed a message beneath the image.
"Pool day with the new friends. You're missing out, babe. Try not to drool on your paperwork."
She hit send and pocketed the phone, but not before noticing the three dots appeared almost instantly, Kris typing back. She smiled and let the phone drop into her bag, turning her attention back to her hosts.
"So," she said, taking another sip of beer. "Tell me everything. How did you two find 3F? I want to know what kind of couple makes a profile together."
Nina laughed and flopped onto a lounger, gesturing for Jessie to take the one beside her. "Honestly? We were bored. We'd been together for six years, we'd tried everything else, and we figured the worst that could happen was we'd get some entertainment out of it."
"The best that could happen," Felix said, settling onto the lounger on Jessie's other side, "we hadn't quite worked out yet."
He was looking at her, not at Nina, his gaze steady and assessing. Jessie felt the heat of it like a physical touch, amplified by the drug still singing through her bloodstream. Her skin prickled with awareness, every place her body touched the lounger suddenly electric.
"Kris and I have been talking about it for a year," Jessie said, tracing the rim of her beer bottle. "Ever since we got together, really. It's always been part of the fantasy."
"Talking about it and doing it are very different things," Nina said, propping herself up on her elbow. "How are you feeling? Honestly?"
Jessie considered the question, which felt larger than it appeared. She took another drink, letting the beer cool her throat, feeling the pulse between her legs that had not stopped throbbing since she stepped through the gate.
"Honestly? Terrified and excited in equal measure. And also," she paused, weighing how much to reveal, "I took a bit of something before I came. To take the edge off. It's a peptide, we've been experimenting with it."
Nina's eyebrows rose. "It's working?"
"Very much so," Jessie said, her voice coming out lower than she intended.
Felix made a low sound of appreciation, settling deeper into his lounger. "Well. The day is young."
Jessie's phone buzzed in her bag. She ignored it for a moment, letting the silence stretch, the three of them suspended in the heavy heat and the implication of his words. The buzz came again, insistent.
She pulled out the phone and saw Kris had replied to the group photo. She read his message to herself, a smile spreading across her face.
"You three look like trouble. I want a video by the end of the day or I'm coming home early."
Before she could respond, Nina had leaned over and plucked the phone from her hand, reading the message over her shoulder. She laughed, low and appreciative, and typed something back with quick thumbs.
"What did you say?" Jessie asked, reaching for the phone.
Nina held it away, grinning. "I told him we'd give him a show he wouldn't forget." She handed the phone back, her fingers brushing Jessie's. "That's what he wants, isn't it? You two and your little games?"
Jessie looked at the message Nina had sent. A string of emojis and the words "Don't worry baby, we'll take good care of her. She's in safe hands."
"Oh god," Jessie said, laughing despite herself. "He's going to lose his mind."
"Good," Felix said, raising his beer in a mock toast. "Let him."
They settled into a rhythm that was easy and natural, the kind of afternoon that felt like it had always been happening. Nina fetched another round of drinks, Felix tended to the barbecue with the focused intensity he seemed to bring to everything, and the conversation flowed between them like water, skipping from their jobs to their tattoos to the strange, shared universe of 3F and the people they had met there.
Jessie found herself laughing more than she had in weeks, the kind of full-bodied laughter that came from the belly. The PT-141 had settled into a low, constant hum beneath her skin, a reminder of what her body was beginning to crave, but the company was good enough that she could almost ignore it. Almost.
Nina was easy to be around, quick with a joke and quicker with a compliment, her hand often finding Jessie's arm or shoulder as she talked, casual touches that felt natural in the heat and the proximity. Felix was quieter, more watchful, but his attention had a weight to it that made Jessie feel like the most interesting person in the yard. Whenever she caught his eye, he held her gaze a beat longer than necessary, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
The afternoon wore on. The sun climbed higher, then began its slow descent. The beer bottles multiplied in the recycling bin. Jessie's skin turned pink despite the sunscreen Nina insisted she reapply, and the heat of the day pressed down on them like a blanket.
"God, I'm melting," Nina announced, fanning herself with her hand. "I need to get in that pool before I become a puddle."
"Yeah," Jessie agreed, suddenly aware of how much she wanted the cool shock of water on her overheated skin. The drug had made her hyperaware of every sensation, and the sun was becoming too much, too warm, too heavy against her bare shoulders. "Me too."
They rose together, leaving Felix stretched out on his lounger watching them with lazy interest. Jessie stripped off nothing because there was nothing left to strip, she was already wearing the pink micro bikini, and walked to the edge of the pool. The water was impossibly clear, the tiles at the bottom a pale blue that promised cool relief.
She dove in clean and sharp, the shock of the cold hitting her like a physical blow that turned instantly to pleasure. The water enveloped her, washing away the sweat and the sun, and for a moment she floated in blissful, weightless silence.
When she surfaced, Nina was already beside her, treading water with effortless grace, water droplets caught in her short blonde hair and trailing down her tattooed arms. She was grinning.
"Needed that," Nina said, pushing a strand of wet hair from her face.
"God, yes."
They swam lazy laps for a few minutes, their bodies cutting through the turquoise water. Felix had moved to sit at the edge of the pool, his feet dangling in the water, watching them with an expression Jessie couldn't quite read. The intensity in his gaze made her stomach flip, and she ducked under the water to hide the flush that rose to her cheeks.
When she surfaced again, she found herself closer to the edge, close enough to see the way Felix's thigh muscles tensed beneath his board shorts. He was looking at her, really looking, and the hum beneath her skin kicked up another notch.
"The water's good," she said, her voice breathless from the swimming. Or maybe from something else.
"Filtration system's new," Felix said. "Nickel and dime the maintenance on this place to keep it perfect."
"I appreciate the dedication."
"I'm dedicated to things I care about." He held her gaze, and Jessie felt the weight of his words settle somewhere low in her stomach.
Nina swam over to join them, planting her forearms on the edge of the pool next to Felix's thigh. "Alright, I'm going to need to get out soon. Chlorine dries my skin out something fierce."
"Same," Jessie admitted. She lifted a hand from the water, examining her wrinkled fingertips. "I feel like a raisin."
Felix stood, offering a hand down to Nina, who took it and pulled herself out of the pool with an athletic grace that made Jessie's muscles ache with envy. Then he turned back to Jessie, extending his hand to her as well. His palm was warm and rough against hers, calloused from years of gripping bars and weights, and he pulled her out of the water with almost no effort at all, her feet landing on the wet stone close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
"There's an outdoor shower by the side of the house," Felix said, his voice casual. "The pool is pretty chlorinated. I'd pay to rinse off after your swim."
"The outdoor shower or the indoor one?" Nina asked, a note of teasing in her voice. "Because the indoor one has that rain head I never get to use."
"Whatever Jessie's comfortable with," Felix said, but his eyes were dark and steady on hers.
Jessie was suddenly aware of every place her wet skin was exposed, which was nearly everywhere. The pink bikini was clinging to her like a second skin, offering none of the modesty it had pretended to provide when it was dry. She could feel Felix's gaze on her like a physical weight, and the hum beneath her skin had become a drumbeat.
"I don't mind either," she managed, wrapping her arms around herself. "The outdoor one sounds nice. Get some sun while I rinse off."
"Perfect," Nina said, already moving toward the side gate. "I'll grab us more drinks. Felix, why don't you show her where it is?"
Felix's mouth curved into a slow smile. "Come on. I'll show you."
He led her around the side of the house, past the barbecue and a cluster of potted plants, to where an outdoor shower stood against the pale stone wall. A simple metal fixture with a showerhead at head height, a hose snaking down to a tap. The stones beneath it were dark with the spray of past uses.
"Here you go," Felix said, gesturing. "Water pressure's decent. It takes a moment to warm up."
"Thanks," Jessie said, hovering at the edge of the concrete pad. Her heart was pounding, and it wasn't just from the exertions of the pool. The PT-141 was singing in her veins, and the proximity of him was doing things to her she couldn't quite name.
Felix lingered for a moment, not quite leaving. "Nina mentioned she was going to reach out to Kris. Something about daring him to tell us what to do next."
Jessie turned the tap, and the water came out tepid at first, then warm, then pleasantly hot as it sluiced over her shoulders. She tilted her head back, letting it soak her hair, rinsing the chlorine from her skin. The sensation was electric, the PT-141 amplifying every droplet into something that bordered on overwhelming. She pressed her palms flat against the stone wall and breathed.
Footsteps on the path behind her. Nina appeared, a fresh beer in each hand, her eyes bright with mischief.
"I come bearing gifts," she said, setting the bottles on a low ledge near the shower. "And also, Kris has responded to our little message."
Jessie turned, water streaming down her body, the red messages from her own phone still buzzing in the bag she had left by the lounger. "What did he say?"
Nina held up her phone, screen facing Jessie. The group chat was open, Kris's message glowing at the bottom.
"I dare you all to shower together. Naked, of course. I'll need to see proof."
Jessie read the words twice, her stomach doing a slow, dangerous flip. The water from the shower continued to pour over her, warm against her heated skin, and somewhere behind her she was aware of Felix approaching, his footsteps heavier on the stone.
Nina looked at the message, then back at Jessie, her grin impossibly wide. "He said he needs proof."
"I can read."
"I can do better than that," Nina said, her voice dropping into something that was equal parts challenge and invitation. She was already scrolling through her contacts, her finger hovering over Kris's name. "He wants proof? I'll give him a front-row seat."
Felix had reached them now, standing just at the edge of the shower spray, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked at Nina, then at Jessie, a question in his eyes that he didn't bother to voice.
Nina hit the call button. The screen flickered, and then Kris's face appeared, grainy and lit by the fluorescent lights of his trailer. He blinked, clearly surprised, and then his eyes widened as the camera angle on Nina's phone shifted, tilting to capture the scene before her.
"Holy shit," Kris said, his voice tinny through the speaker. "Is that the outdoor shower?"
"It is indeed," Nina said, propping the phone on the ledge beside the beers, angled carefully to capture the entire shower stall. The water fell in a shimmering curtain behind Jessie, the late afternoon sun catching the spray. "And since you wanted proof of our little dare, I thought I'd give you something better than a photo."
Jessie stood frozen under the water, her heart hammering. The shower was warm, but she felt hot all over, the drug in her system singing its insistent song. She could feel Felix's presence behind her like a wall of heat, could see Kris's face on the phone screen, his expression caught between disbelief and raw hunger.
"Well?" Nina said, stepping into the shower fully clothed in her black bikini, the water plastering the fabric to her body. She reached behind her neck and untied the top, letting it fall to the stone floor. "Are you going to join me, or are you going to make me do this alone?"
Jessie looked at the phone screen. Kris was watching, his eyes dark, his mouth slightly open. She could see him shift in his chair, could imagine exactly the state he would be in right now.
She reached behind her own neck, fingers finding the knot of her pink bikini top. The water slicked the fabric, making the tie more difficult, but she worked it free and let the top fall. It landed on the wet stone with a soft slap, and she felt the cool air against her bare breasts, the water cascading down her chest.
"Fuck," Kris breathed through the phone speaker.
Nina stepped closer, her own top discarded, and for a moment they stood facing each other in the spray, two fit, sun-kissed bodies slick with water. Nina reached out and brushed a strand of wet hair from Jessie's face, her touch lingering against her cheek.
"See?" Nina murmured, her voice low enough that it might not carry to the phone. "Nothing to be scared of."
Jessie's pulse was a drumbeat in her throat. She was aware of Felix moving behind her, felt his hands settle on her hips, his chest pressing against her back, the heat of his body searing through the water's coolness. She heard the sound of his board shorts hitting the stone, felt the length of him against the small of her back, and her knees went weak.
"There," Felix said, his voice a rumble against her ear. "Now he can see all of us."
Jessie looked at the phone, propped on the ledge, the camera capturing the three of them in the shower. Kris was watching, his face close to his own screen, his breathing audible even through the tinny speaker.
"Show me," Kris said, his voice rough. "Show me everything."
Nina laughed, low and wicked. She stepped closer to Jessie, her hands coming up to cup Jessie's breasts, water streaming over her knuckles. Jessie gasped, her head falling back against Felix's broad chest, the dual sensation of Nina's hands on her front and Felix's body behind her overwhelming her senses.
"Oh god," Jessie breathed.
"Good?" Nina asked, her thumbs tracing circles over Jessie's nipples.
"Yes," Jessie managed, her voice barely a whisper. "Very good."
Felix's hands slid around her waist, pulling her more firmly against him. She could feel him, thick and hard against her lower back, a promise of what might come later. His mouth found the curve of her neck, lips trailing hot against her wet skin.
Kris's voice crackled through the speaker. "Nina, you said you could do better than a picture. You weren't lying."
"Told you," Nina said, her hands still working over Jessie's breasts, her gaze flicking to the phone. "We aim to please."
"Keep going," Kris demanded, his voice strained. "I want to watch."
Jessie reached out, her fingers finding the hem of Nina's bikini bottoms. She tugged them down, and Nina stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Nina returned the favor, her fingers working at the tie on Jessie's hip, and then the pink fabric drifted away in the current of the shower, leaving them both naked in the spray.
Felix's hand found Jessie's chin, tilting her head back so she was looking at the phone screen. Kris's face filled the frame, his jaw tight, his eyes burning.
"Look at him," Felix said, his voice a low command. "Look at your man watching us."
Jessie looked. Kris was staring, unblinking, and she could see the movement of his arm, could guess exactly what he was doing with his free hand. The sight of him, desperate and aroused, watching her in the arms of these two strangers, sent a bolt of heat straight through her core.
"Hi baby," she managed, her voice trembling. "Is this proof enough?"
Nina's answer was to close the distance between them. Her mouth met Jessie's, warm and insistent, tasting of beer and sunscreen and something sweet she couldn't name. Jessie's brain short-circuited, every thought scattering like startled birds as Nina's lips moved against hers with a confidence that left no room for hesitation.
The kiss was soft at first, exploratory, Nina's tongue tracing the seam of Jessie's lips before pressing deeper. Jessie made a sound against her mouth, something between a gasp and a moan, her hands coming up instinctively to grip Nina's slick shoulders. The water continued to pour over them both, streaming between their bodies, and Jessie felt the world narrow to the sensation of Nina's mouth on hers, the slide of their tongues, the press of Nina's bare breasts against her own.
And then Felix's hands found her.
They came from behind, sliding around her waist and up her torso, broad palms rough against her wet skin. He cupped her breasts from underneath, lifting their weight, his thumbs finding her nipples and circling them with deliberate slowness. The sensation was electric, a jolt that traveled straight down her spine and settled deep in her belly.
Jessie gasped into Nina's mouth, her hips bucking involuntarily. Felix's chest was a wall of heat against her back, his arms thick and corded where they wrapped around her. He squeezed her breasts, not rough but possessive, owning the weight of them in his hands. His thumbs continued their assault on her nipples, rolling and pinching with a precision that suggested he knew exactly what he was doing.
The PT-141 had turned her skin into lightning. Every touch was amplified, every brush of Felix's calloused fingers against her oversensitive nipples sent shockwaves through her entire body. She broke the kiss with Nina, gasping for air, her head falling back against Felix's shoulder.
"Oh god," she managed, the words coming out slurred and desperate.
"Too much?" Nina asked, her voice husky, her hands settling on Jessie's hips.
Jessie shook her head, unable to form words. It was too much and not enough, her body caught in a current she couldn't control. Felix's hands kept working her breasts, kneading and stroking, his thumbs finding her nipples again and again with maddening precision. She could feel his cock against the cleft of her ass, thick and stiff, pressing insistently against her as he pulled her closer. The length of him was shocking, a heavy pressure that made her breath catch.
"There she is," Felix murmured against her ear, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her spine. "There's the girl who sent those pictures."
Jessie's knees buckled. She would have fallen if not for Felix's arms around her, holding her upright against his chest. The water continued to pour over them, warm and constant, and she could distantly hear Kris's voice through the phone speaker, rough and strained.
"Felix, I swear to god, if you don't take care of her I'm going to find a way to drive through that phone."
Felix laughed, the sound vibrating through Jessie's back. His hands slid from her breasts down her sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake, before settling on her hips with a grip that promised he wasn't letting go.
"She's in good hands, Kris," Nina said, stepping closer again. Her fingers found Jessie's jaw, tilting her face up, and her eyes were dark and hungry.
Jessie whimpered. The sound was embarrassing, animal, but she couldn't help it. Nina's mouth found hers again, softer this time, coaxing, and Jessie melted into the kiss even as Felix's hands began to move again, sliding down the front of her thighs before creeping back up, closer to where she ached most.
The water was starting to run cold, but Jessie barely noticed. She was drowning in sensation, the drug and the intimacy and the sheer overwhelming reality of what was happening combining into a cocktail that had her mind swimming. Nina's tongue traced her lower lip. Felix's fingers brushed the inside of her thigh.
"I can feel how wet you are through the water," Felix said, his voice full of dark appreciation. His fingers inched higher. "Is that for us, or for him?"
Jessie couldn't answer. She didn't know. It was for all of them, for Kris watching through the screen with desperate eyes, for Felix's strong hands on her body, for Nina's mouth on hers and the promise of what those clever fingers might do next. It was for herself, for the part of her that had been waiting a year to feel this alive.
Nina pulled back from the kiss, her breathing ragged, and looked at Jessie with an expression of pure hunger. Water droplets clung to her lashes, her short blonde hair plastered to her skull. She was beautiful, fierce, and completely sure of herself.
"Let's move this inside," Nina said, her voice low. She glanced at the phone, at Kris's face frozen on the screen. "Unless you want to keep performing for the audience."
"Do it," Kris said immediately, his voice cracking. "Whatever you're going to do, do it. I'm watching."
Jessie turned her head, looking at the phone. Through the spray she could see Kris's face, lit by the harsh fluorescent light of his trailer, his eyes burning with a hunger she recognized. In that moment she felt powerful, desired, caught between three people who wanted her in different ways.
She reached out, her fingers brushing the phone screen, trailing a drop of water across it in a caress she couldn't quite articulate.
"Watch us," she said, and her voice came out steady despite the chaos inside her. "Watch me."
Felix turned her around, his hands on her shoulders, and she came face to chest with him, her nose pressed against the tattooed expanse of his pecs. He looked down at her, his expression fierce and possessive, and then he was kissing her too, his mouth hard and demanding against hers.
Felix kissed her like he had been waiting all afternoon for permission, his mouth hot and demanding, his hands gripping her hips with a force that lifted her onto her toes. Jessie's hands came up to grip his shoulders, the muscle beneath his skin hard and unyielding, and she kissed him back with everything she had in her. Water ran between them, streaming off their bodies, mingling where their skin pressed together.
The phone on the ledge buzzed with Kris's strained voice. "I want to see where you go from here."
Nina killed the water with a sharp twist of the tap. The silence that followed was sudden and ringing, the sound of their breathing loud in the hush. She grabbed the phone, the screen still live with Kris's face, his expression caught somewhere between desperation and raw hunger.
"Come on," Nina said, her voice low as she stepped past them toward the house. "Indoor shower's got better lighting anyway. Kris will see everything better."
Jessie followed her on unsteady legs, her hand clasped in Felix's, his rough palm swallowing hers entirely. The french doors at the back of the house opened into a sprawling living space, all pale wood and soft grey fabrics, sunlight spilling across polished concrete floors. Nina crossed to a door at the far end and pushed it open, revealing a bathroom done in cream marble and brass fixtures. A glass-walled shower dominated one corner, spacious enough for three, the rain head gleaming overhead.
Nina propped the phone on the marble counter, angled toward the shower, and adjusted the camera until Kris's face filled the screen. He was still in his trailer, the same harsh lighting, his eyes dark and fixed.
"Better?" Nina asked.
"Much," Kris said, his voice strained. "Christ, you three are something."
Jessie hesitated in the doorway of the bathroom, suddenly aware of the weight of what was happening. Three naked bodies and a video feed and a man she loved watching from a thousand miles away. The drug thrummed in her veins, pushing her forward even as her mind spun with the impossibility of it all.
Felix's hand found her lower back, warm and grounding. "You're okay," he said quietly, his voice for her alone. "We stop whenever you want. Say the word."
Nina turned on the shower, steam beginning to curl into the air. She stepped inside first, letting the hot water cascade over her tanned skin, and held out her hand toward Jessie.
Jessie took it.
The water in the indoor shower was hotter than the outdoor one had been, and Jessie's skin prickled with goosebumps as the heat enveloped her. Nina pulled her into the spray, and for a moment they just stood there, letting the water wash over them. Steam began to cloud the glass walls, and Jessie could feel the warmth settling into her muscles.
Felix followed them in, his size making even the spacious shower feel smaller. He settled against the far wall, his eyes tracking them both, a predator's patience in his stillness. Steam beaded on his tattoos, making the black ink shine.
"Where do you want us?" Nina asked, directing the question to the phone.
"I want to watch him touch you," Kris said, his voice rough and tight. "And I want to watch you touch her. I want to see what happens."
Nina turned to Jessie, her fingers tracing a slow path up Jessie's arm. "You heard him. We've got orders to fulfill."
"I'm not sure I can think straight," Jessie said, and it came out more vulnerable than she intended. The drug had dissolved every wall she had, leaving her raw and open, every sensation carving itself directly into her nervous system.
"Good," Nina breathed. "Don't think. Just feel."
Her mouth found Jessie's again, softer this time, and as they kissed, Nina guided Jessie backward until her back met Felix's chest. Felix's hands came around her immediately, sliding up her sides, cupping her breasts. His touch had shifted, no longer testing but claiming, his thumbs working her nipples with a steady rhythm that made Jessie's vision swim.
Nina's hands slid down between the press of their bodies, finding Jessie's stomach, trailing lower. When her fingers reached the slick heat between Jessie's thighs, Nina paused.
"She's so wet," Nina said, her voice pitched for Kris to hear. "I can feel how much she wants this."
Jessie gasped as two of Nina's fingers parted her folds, sliding through her slickness before finding her clit. The touch sent a jolt through her so intense she cried out, her body arching between them. Felix's hands held her steady while Nina worked her with a knowing circular motion.
"Please," Jessie heard herself say, not sure what she was begging for.
Nina pulled her hand free and turned, reaching up to kiss Felix. Jessie watched them over her shoulder, saw the way Nina's body pressed against his, the way his hand came up to cup Nina's jaw. They kissed deeply, familiarly, and then Nina pulled back.
"I want her to taste you," Nina said to Felix. "And I want to taste her while you're doing it."
Nina pulled back from Felix, her lips slick, her eyes finding Jessie's with a look of pure, unshakable intention. "Down," she said, and it was not a request.
Jessie's knees hit the wet marble before her mind could catch up. The steam curled around her, thick and warm, and she watched as Nina lowered herself to the floor with an athlete's grace, her body settling onto the cool stone, her head tilting back. She reached up and guided Jessie by the hips, pulling her forward, positioning her.
"Come here," Nina said, her voice muffled now by proximity. "I want to taste you."
Jessie braced her hands on the wet wall of the shower, her legs straddling Nina's shoulders. The position was awkward at first, her thighs trembling with the strain of holding herself up, but Nina's hands found her hips and pulled her down, grounding her, settling Jessie's weight onto her mouth.
The first touch of Nina's tongue was like lightning. It swept through her slick folds in one long, deliberate stroke, from the base of her entrance to the swollen peak of her clit, and Jessie's entire body convulsed. A sound tore from her throat, something between a scream and a sob, muffled by the steam and the rush of water.
"Oh god," she gasped, her fingers scrabbling against the marble for purchase.
Nina's tongue was relentless. It circled her clit with a knowing precision, lapping at her with flat strokes before narrowing to a pointed tip that traced patterns she couldn't follow. Her hands held Jessie's hips in a grip that was firm and possessive, keeping her in place while her mouth worked with a desperation that matched the heat building low in Jessie's belly.
The peptide had turned her entire body into a live wire. Every flick of Nina's tongue was a detonation, every circling pressure a fuse burning straight to her core. She could already feel the pressure building, a swelling tension that threatened to crest far sooner than she was ready for.
And then Felix moved behind her.
His hand found her hair first, tangling in the wet strands at the nape of her neck. He pulled, not hard enough to hurt but enough to arch her back, tilting her head upward. Jessie's mouth opened on a gasp, and then he was there, the thick head of his cock pressing against her lips.
"Open," he commanded, his voice a low rumble above her. "Take me."
She did. Her jaw stretched wide to accommodate him, and he fed himself into her mouth with a slow, deliberate pressure that made her eyes water. He was thick, impossibly so, and she had to focus on relaxing her throat as he pushed deeper. His hand tightened in her hair, holding her in place as he began to move, a slow rhythm that matched the circling of Nina's tongue below.
The dual sensation was overwhelming. Nina's mouth on her pussy, working her clit with unrelenting attention, while Felix filled her mouth to the back of her throat, the salty taste of his skin against her tongue. She was suspended between them, caught between the two poles of pleasure, her body no longer hers to command.
"That's it," Felix grunted, his hips finding a rhythm. "Take it all."
Jessie's hands gripped his thighs, feeling the hard muscle beneath her fingers. She could hear Kris through the phone, his breathing ragged and desperate, a litany of encouragement that she couldn't parse into words. Everything was overwhelming, too much, and not enough, all at once.
Nina's tongue found her clit and sucked it into her mouth, and Jessie's world went white.
The orgasm hit her like a freight train, amplified by the peptide until it was almost painful in its intensity. Her body arched rigid between them, a scream caught in her throat around Felix's cock, her hands clawing at his thighs as her hips bucked against Nina's face. Nina held her through it, her tongue never stopping, lapping at her through the convulsions, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until Jessie's entire body was shaking with spasms.
Her legs gave out. She would have collapsed entirely if not for Felix's grip on her hair and Nina's hands on her hips, holding her suspended between them as the orgasm rolled through her in endless, shattering waves. Her vision blurred, the steam and the marble and the bodies around her all dissolving into a haze of sensation.
When it finally began to subside, she was left trembling, gasping, her body limp and boneless. Felix pulled his cock from her mouth with a wet sound, and she slumped forward, catching herself on Nina's thighs. Nina's face was slick with her, her grin visible even through the haze of Jessie's spent consciousness.
"Good girl," Nina murmured, her voice husky. "That was beautiful."
Jessie lay on the cool marble, her chest heaving, her limbs heavy as if filled with sand. The steam curled around her, softening the edges of the world, and she stared up at the rain head with unfocused eyes. Her body was still trembling with the aftershocks of the orgasm, little pulses of pleasure radiating outward from her core like ripples in a pond. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears, feel the cold stone against her back, the lingering heat of the water on her skin.
Above her, a shadow shifted. Nina's face appeared in her field of vision, upside down, her short blonde hair dark with water, her grin wide and satisfied.
"We're not done," Nina whispered, her voice soft and warm against Jessie's ear.
Jessie's brain took a moment to process the words. They swam through the haze of afterglow and drug, slow and syrupy, before landing with a jolt. She blinked, trying to focus on Nina's face.
But Nina was already moving. Her hands found Jessie's ankles, lifting her legs with a firm, practiced grip. Jessie's body flopped obediently, too spent to resist, as Nina folded her legs up and back, pressing her knees toward her chest. The position was intimate, exposing, and Jessie felt a fresh wave of heat flush through her as her thighs were pushed down beside her head, her body folded nearly in half.
"Ssh," Nina murmured, reading the protest that formed on Jessie's lips. "Just relax. Let me take care of you."
Jessie's legs were pinned now, her knees beside her ears, her hips tilted upward at an angle that left her completely open. The marble was cool against her back but the heat between her thighs was furnace-hot, and she could feel her own slickness trailing down the cleft of her ass.
And then Nina moved.
She swung her leg over Jessie's torso, settling her knees on either side of Jessie's head. The weight of her was warm and solid, her thighs pressing against Jessie's cheeks, and Jessie's eyes went wide as she realized what was happening. Nina's pussy hovered inches from her mouth, slick and glistening with the water and her own arousal, and Jessie could smell her, musky and sweet and intoxicating.
Nina lowered herself with deliberate slowness, settling her weight onto Jessie's mouth. Her thighs locked around Jessie's folded legs, pinning them firmly in place, and she adjusted herself with a slight roll of her hips until her clit rested directly against Jessie's lips.
"There," Nina breathed, and her voice was thick with satisfaction. "Now you can taste me."
Jessie's tongue flicked out instinctively, a first tentative swipe through Nina's folds. The taste was salty and complex, and Nina shuddered above her, a low moan escaping her throat. Her thighs tightened around Jessie's head, pulling her closer, and Jessie found herself pressed face-first into the wet heat of her.
Above her, Nina's hand reached out, gesturing toward Felix, who stood against the shower wall watching them. His cock was still hard, thick and gleaming with water and the traces of Jessie's mouth, and his eyes were dark pools of hunger as he watched his wife grind against the woman folded beneath her.
"Look," Nina said, her voice ragged. "Look at him. He's been so good, waiting for us."
Jessie's gaze traveled up Nina's body, past the curve of her stomach, past the swell of her breasts, to where Felix stood. He was a mountain of muscle and ink, his jaw tight, his hands clenched at his sides. His cock stood proud and aching, and Jessie could see the pulse of his heartbeat in the thick vein running along its length.
"Felix," Nina said, and her voice was a command. "Come here."
Felix moved without hesitation, stepping through the steam to stand before them. His shadow fell over both of them, blocking the light from the shower head, and Jessie felt the weight of his gaze settle on her folded, helpless body.
"She's going to make me come," Nina said, her hips beginning to move in a slow grind against Jessie's mouth. "And when I do, I want you to be ready. Because she's going to need you after."
Jessie's tongue found Nina's clit and circled it, tasting her, learning her. Nina gasped above her, her fingers tangling in Jessie's wet hair, holding her in place as she rode her face with increasing urgency. The position was dizzying, her own body folded and pinned, her arousal pooling against the marble beneath her as she worked to satisfy the woman above her.
Felix stepped closer still, his hand finding Nina's hip, steadying her as she moved. His other hand came down, brushing through Jessie's wet hair, tracing the curve of her ear with a tenderness that seemed at odds with the raw power of his body.
"You're doing so well," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "So fucking well."
Felix's voice was a low, rough murmur, his fingers still tracing the curve of Jessie's ear. "You're doing so well. So fucking well." His other hand tightened on Nina's hip, steadying her rhythm as she ground against Jessie's mouth. The steam wrapped around them, thick and warm, the sound of Nina's soft moans and the hiss of the shower filling the space.
For a moment, Felix's gaze drifted to the phone propped on the marble counter. Kris's face was still on the screen, but something had shifted. His jaw was tight, his eyes dark, and the tiny speaker crackled with the sound of his breathing, faster now, more ragged.
The screen jostled, the angle tilting wildly as Kris scrabbled for something. The phone settled again, but now it was no longer propped upright. It lay flat, angled toward the ceiling of the trailer, pointed at the harsh fluorescent light. A blur of movement crossed the frame, and then the unmistakable sound of a zipper being dragged down filled the bathroom.
Felix's hand stilled on Nina's hip. Nina paused above Jessie, her head turning toward the phone.
"Kris?" Felix said, his voice low and questioning.
There was no answer, only the sound of labored breathing amplified through the speaker. The screen shifted again, the angle adjusting until it captured something new: the trailer's window, blinds half open, a sliver of afternoon light cutting across the desk. And in the corner of the frame, the edge of a body, a ghost of movement as Kris settled back into his chair.
Nina let out a low whistle. She lifted herself off Jessie's face with a wet, reluctant sound, and Jessie gasped, her chest heaving, blinking up at the steam as the weight lifted. Her body was still trembling, still suspended in that strange space between orgasm and craving, and she turned her head toward the phone, confused.
"What's happening?" she managed, her voice rough.
Nina's answer was a wicked smile. She crawled off Jessie, moving to the counter where the phone lay, and tilted the screen up at an angle so it faced them. On the display, Kris's trailer interior came into view: the desk, the computer monitor, the half-open blinds. And there, in the center of the frame, was Kris himself.
He had shoved his chair back from the desk. His jeans were open, pushed down to his thighs, and his cock stood thick and rigid in his fist. His head was tipped back against the chair, his eyes half closed, his mouth open on a ragged breath. His other hand gripped the armrest, whitening knuckles, and he stroked himself with a slow, deliberate rhythm that had no trace of shyness left in it.
The phone camera caught his face in profile, the flush creeping up his neck, the fine tremor running through his jaw as he worked himself.
"Holy shit," Nina breathed. "He's going for it. Right there at his desk."
The trailer door was visible in the corner of the frame, closed but unlocked. Kris made no move to check it. His gaze was fixed on the phone propped against the computer monitor, on the image of the three of them in the steam, and nothing else existed. He was lost, completely and utterly lost, and he did not care who knew.
"He doesn't even look like he's thinking about the door," Felix observed, his voice low and appreciative. He had moved to stand behind the phone, looking over it at the screen, his arms crossed over his chest.
Jessie pushed herself up onto her elbows, staring at the screen. The afterglow of her orgasm still sang in her veins, the peptide keeping everything sharp and electric, and watching Kris stroke himself with that raw, unguarded desperation sent a fresh wave of heat curling through her belly. He was usually so controlled, so deliberate. This was something else: a precipice, pure and unprotected.
Kris's breath audibly hitched through the speaker. His rhythm sped up, his fist moving faster over the slick head. He was close. His hips rose off the chair, thrusting into his grip, muscles straining.
"Kris," Jessie said, and her voice came out rougher than she intended. She watched his jaw clench on the screen, watched his eyes flick toward the phone. In the compressed pixelation of the video feed, she saw him find her, saw his gaze sharpen with a hot, desperate focus.
He didn't respond with words. He could barely string together a coherent thought. What he did was shift in his chair, planting his feet, and angle himself more fully toward the phone so she could see his cock disappear into his fist, thick and hard and aching for a touch she could not give him from a thousand miles away.
Chapter excerpt truncated at the edge.