Chapter 63
FINLEY
The bathroom is nothing but steam and nerves. My pulse pounds like it’s trying to break out of my throat, the noise of my thoughts almost drowning out the water hammering the stone floor.
I turn the heat down a fraction, trying to breathe past the awareness of the camera propped in the corner.
Elijah and Jayden are watching.
They want me.
And I want them—so much it aches.
But guilt slithers through the want, ugly and sharp. Havenview always taught me desire comes with punishment. That want is sin, especially this kind of want.
But I’m not in Havenview anymore.
I’m safe here. With them.
My men.
The thought tightens my chest even as it steadies my feet. I want this. I need this.
I step under the spray, tilting my head back as it soaks my hair, sluicing through the mess in my head until it’s just sensation and breath. Steam clings to my skin, slipping down my spine as I blink water from my lashes.
When my vision clears, they’re there.
Two men. Two sets of hungry eyes locked on me through the screen like they can see past my skin to the heart slamming against my ribs.
“So fucking beautiful,” Jayden groans, the sound rough enough to shiver through me.
Then with a low rasp, Elijah commands, “Grab the shower head, sweet girl.”
I reach for it with shaking fingers. The angle gives them the view they want—my ass arched toward them as I grip the bench for balance. The spray pounds over my skin, scattering my thoughts to the tiles as I rub my thighs together, whimpering at the friction.
“Fuck,” Jayden mutters, his voice going darker. “Carry on shaking your ass like that, and we might just cross the country to spank it every shade of pink to red you can’t even imagine.”
The shower head slips in my hand. Heat flashes through me so fast it makes me dizzy. I fumble for it again, breath coming too fast.
“Stop,” Elijah says, and the single word slices through the air.
I freeze. My pulse trips.
“Stay as you are.” His tone scrapes low and rough, curling fire through my stomach.
“Best fucking view,” Jayden adds, and my knees go weak as I spread my legs wider, opening myself up to them completely.
The spray pelts down my spine, over my ass, through my crease—mimicking the path of Jayden’s tongue the night he went down on me while Elijah watched.
The memory wrings a moan from deep in my chest.
“Put the shower head between your legs,” Elijah orders. The rasp in his voice has me obeying before I even realize I’m moving.
I brace a hand on the bench. The other slides the shower head higher, higher, until—
“Oh, shit… Eli…” The first jet of water hits my clit, and I cry out, the sound ragged and raw. “Elijah…”
“Damn, Bombshell,” Jayden says, voice dark velvet. “I think our girl likes that.”
Our girl.
The words break me open. I press the spray harder against my pussy, circling my wrist.
“Swirl it, Fin,” Elijah growls.
I do, knees buckling, body shaking as pleasure blazes low in my stomach.
“Feel good, baby?” Jayden asks.
I can’t even answer. My pussy clenches, hips grinding toward the heat, every nerve ending snapping like live wire.
“Don’t stop,” Elijah commands, the gravel in his voice dragging across my skin like a hand.
I choke on a breath, the noise ugly and desperate. Water and want blur everything until it’s only sensation and need and the two men wringing it from me.
“Elijah… Elijah… So good…” My moans ricochet off the tiles.
“Louder,” Jayden bites out. “I wanna hear you scream his name.”
God.
“I can’t hear you,” he says when I gasp too softly. “You don’t come until I hear you.”
The words slam into me like a wall. My hand falters. My body shakes with the restraint it takes to stop.
“Jayden, please…”
My voice cracks around the plea. I’m coming apart. Every fear, every memory, every part of Havenview still clawing at me disintegrates under the weight of this want, this trust, this safety.
“Please, Elijah,” I pant, louder this time.
“Is that all you got?” Jayden pushes.
“Elijah!” I shout, raw and shameless. “Elijah… please… Jayden…”
“That’s our good girl,” Jayden growls, and his praise goes straight to my clit, to the molten pull winding tighter inside me. “Turn around, Fin.”
I obey, trembling as the water runs over my front now, steam curling off my skin.
“Sit,” Elijah orders.
I sink onto the bench, leaning back against the cool tile. My chest rises and falls like I’ve run miles. My head tips up toward the ceiling.
I’m shaking apart.
“Feet up, beautiful,” Jayden says, softer now, almost coaxing. “Give us that pretty pussy.”
I hook my heels on the bench edge, baring myself completely.
“Goddamn,” Elijah groans, the sound guttural.
“Where do you want Eli’s hands?” Jayden asks, voice rougher now, breaking at the edges.
I drag my free hand from my stomach to my breasts, showing them. Teasing, pinching, tugging my nipples until I’m moaning again.
“Fuck,” Elijah grunts, breath catching. I can hear it—the slick rhythm of their hands, the rough edges of their groans tangling with the water’s steady hiss.
My head falls back. My thighs tremble. My fingers tweak my nipples harder, chasing more sensation as the water beats down between my legs.
“Where do you want Jayden’s mouth?” Elijah asks, and I can hear what it’s costing him to keep his voice steady.
I don’t even answer. I just bring the spray higher, circling my clit faster now.
“Fuck, baby,” Jayden pants. “Come with us.”
It rips through me.
No build. No warning. Just a violent, toe-curling orgasm that tears through every bone, every nerve, every part of me that still remembers what it was to be afraid.
I scream their names as it crashes over me, splintering me apart, then piecing me back together with every wave.
When it’s done, I slump against the tile, boneless, shaking, wrung out and whole all at once.
My men.
My Jayden. My Elijah.
My everything.