When the water’s warm enough, I step into the shower, letting out a long sigh as the pulsing spray hits my skin. Unlike my shower back at the safe house, I take my time, lathering my body gently with soap as my eyelids droop.
The soft sound of the door opening draws my attention, and I don’t fight the smile that grows on my face.
I’m not even a little bit surprised.
And somehow, even before he steps into the shower with me, even before I feel his arms wrap around me and hear the deep gravel of his voice, I know it’s Marcus.
“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks quietly.
“No, I could.” My smile widens as I lean back against him. “I did. Best sleep I’ve gotten in a long time. I was gonna join you guys back in bed, I just wanted to get clean first.”
“Angel…” His voice drops a little lower, taking on a darkly teasing tone. His touch moves lower too, one large hand sliding down my belly to find the space between my legs. “Haven’t you figured out by now that we like you dirty?”
I chuckle, but it ends on a groan when he slides a large finger inside me. He makes an echoing noise low in his throat, pumping his finger slowly in and out of me as he grinds against my clit with the heel of his hand.
My head falls back against his shoulder, my hand sliding between us to feather over his cock. He adjusts his stance to give me a little more access, and I take it, wrapping my fingers around him and stroking him up and down.
Our movements are slow and languid. Lazy and unhurried. As if we’re not even trying to make each other come yet, just reveling in groping each other.
I tilt my head to the side a little as Marcus tilts his, and our lips find each other in a deep, wet kiss. My hips are rolling against the movement of Marcus’s hand, and when he adds a second finger inside me, I shiver. His cock is growing harder and thicker in my grip, and even though we weren’t trying to get each other off, I’m rapidly barreling toward the finish line.
My tongue spears into his mouth, mirroring the plunge of his fingers in my pussy, and I circle my hips a little, giving myself more friction against his hand.
“That’s it, angel,” he murmurs encouragingly. “Come for me.”
And I do.
Just because I can.
The orgasm rolls through me in a slow wave, making my whole body arch against his, and I deepen our kiss even more, sucking his tongue into my mouth as he draws out the last shuddering aftershocks of pleasure.
My clit is still pulsing with needy throbs as he withdraws his fingers, and I start to turn around, wanting to wrap my legs around him and feel him impale me on his cock.
But Marcus puts his hands on my shoulders, steering me toward the shower door instead. He shuts off the water, then guides me out onto the soft bathmat.
When I glance at him quizzically, he catches my chin in his hands, drawing me in for a deep kiss before looking down into my eyes.
“I don’t want it to be just me and you tonight, angel,” he whispers. “I want it to be all of us.”
My stomach does a little flip, part happiness and part anticipation—and part overwhelming love.
I nod, emotion making my throat tight. “Me too.”
Marcus smiles, the boyish, slightly lopsided grin that surprised me the first time I saw it. Then he swoops me up into his arms, not even bothering to dry me off, and carries me back into the bedroom.
The other two men are still asleep on the bed, and I can see the gap that our absence left, the space between them where Marcus and I are meant to be.
He settles me onto the bed gently, laying me down between his two friends and then crawling up to hover over me. Earth and air stare down at me, shining with emotion.
For a second, we just stare at each other. Then I reach up to palm the back of Marcus’s neck, drawing him down to kiss me. There’s a little more urgency in it than there was in the shower, and I like how I can physically feel his need for me. I like how his cock brushes against my lower belly, and the way he squeezes my breast so hard it draws a gasp from my lips.
Theo stirs beside us at the sound, and I know the moment he fully wakes up because he lets out an appreciative groan. His hands are on my body a second later, sliding over to grasp my other breast, massaging it with his palm before pinching my nipple lightly.
A chuckle comes from my other side, and as Marcus dips his head to suck one nipple into his mouth, I look over to find Ryland gazing back at me.
“Good morning,” I murmur,
my voice a little breathy and strained. The stimulation of my nipples is making my clit throb harder, another orgasm already threatening to make an appearance.