Thomas pulls me against his chest, his hands roaming over my wet skin while Rowan kneels before me, his mouth finding me again. Bruno stands behind Thomas, his hands reaching around to touch me wherever he can reach.
“You’re insatiable,” Thomas whispers in my ear, his voice husky with need.
“Only for you three,” I reply, gasping as Rowan’s tongue works its magic. My fingers thread through his wet hair, holding him closer.
Bruno grabs the shower gel, squeezing a generous amount into his palm before running his slippery hands over my breasts. “We haven’t even started with you yet,” he growls, pinching my nipples until I cry out.
The water streams between us, making every touch slick and electric. Rowan rises to his feet, his mouth finding mine in a hungry kiss that leaves me breathless. I feel Thomas shift behind me, his hands gripping my hips as he positions himself.
“Ready for more?” he asks against my neck, teeth grazing my sensitive skin.
“Always,” I gasp, bracing my hands against the shower wall as he enters me from behind. The sensation makes my knees buckle, but Bruno’s strong arms wrap around my waist, holding me steady.
“We’ve got you,” Bruno murmurs, his voice surprisingly tender.
Rowan watches, his eyes dark with lust, before dropping to his knees again. The dual sensation of Thomas thrusting inside me while Rowan’s mouth works between my legs sends waves of pleasure crashing through me.
I cry out, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. My hands reach out blindly, grasping at whatever I can find: Bruno’s shoulder, Rowan’s hair, Thomas’s hip.
“I can’t—I can’t—” I stammer, feeling another climax building rapidly.
“Yes, you can,” Thomas growls, his pace quickening. “Let go for us, princess.”
The orgasm that erupts nearly brings me to my knees, my body convulsing with pleasure. The boys work me through it, gentle yet relentless, until I’m gasping for breath.
When I finally come down from the high, Bruno turns me to face him, his expression surprisingly vulnerable despite his earlier dominance. He kisses me deeply, tenderly, before reaching for the shampoo.
“Let us take care of you now,” he says, pouring a dollop into his palm.
The four of us stand under the shower spray, taking turns washing each other with gentle hands and passionate kisses. The intimacy of this moment feels different—less frantic, more tender.
Rowan massages shampoo into my hair, his fingers working delicately against my scalp, while Thomas and Bruno soap up my body, exchanging looks that speak volumes.
“You’re beautiful,” Rowan whispers, tilting my head back to rinse the suds away. “All flushed and glowing.”
I lean into his touch, suddenly aware of how exhausted I am. The pregnancy hormones combined with our intense session have left me drained but utterly satisfied. Thomas notices my drooping eyelids and turns off the shower, grabbing fluffy towels for everyone.
“Bedtime for our girl,” he announces, wrapping me in a towel and lifting me into his arms.
We cuddle together on my bed, holding one another, feeling our bodies breathing in unison.
Moonlight pours through the window like liquid silver, its glow washing over the bed in a gentle river. The sheets are a chaotic mess, twisted around our bodies, limbs entwined in a lazy sprawl.
My skin still tingles with warmth, a faint, electric buzz humming beneath the surface.
Rowan is fast asleep, one arm flung above his head, his steady, deep breaths causing his chest to rise and fall with a tranquil rhythm. Bruno lies nestled between Thomas and me, his face nuzzled against my shoulder, his breath a gentle, warm tickle against my skin.
But Thomas is awake.
In the dim glow, I meet his gaze. His blue eyes, gentle and contemplative, lock onto mine. He leans on one elbow, his other hand resting lightly on my hip. We hold the silence between us, exchanging quiet smiles that speak more than words ever could.
Then, he breaks the stillness, his voice a whisper woven into the quiet of the room.
“What do you want from this, Jinx?”
The question hits with the force of a sucker punch, my stomach clenching and a wave of panic rising up my spine. I find myself at a loss for words.
Swallowing hard, I muster a playful, teasing smile. “That’s a pretty deep question for pillow talk, don’t you think?”
