Chapter 20
Tania
The gym shower is the closest to the living room.
It has glass walls, multiple heads, and tile that stays warm under my feet. And since it’s the biggest shower in the house, it’s the obvious choice for what I have planned.
Steam rises as Silas adjusts the temperature. Callum’s already shirtless, jeans unbuttoned. Evan pulls his shirt over his head.
I’m still fully dressed, watching three men undress, anticipating the main event.
“You going to stand there all night?” Callum grins, shoving his jeans down.
“Maybe. I’m enjoying the show.”
He steps under the spray, water hitting his shoulders.
Evan moves behind me. His fingers find the hem of my shirt—technically Silas’s shirt. “Arms up, Wifey.”
And now that nickname feels different when he says it. Because it’s real. I’m staying. I’m theirs.
I raise my arms. He lifts the fabric slowly, letting his knuckles drag against my ribs. The touch is light but electric. My skin prickles everywhere he makes contact.
The shirt hits the floor.
Silas is naked now, too. All three of them are.
I’m in my underwear, and the air feels too thick to breathe. My heartbeat pounds in my throat. Between my legs. Everywhere.
“Those, too.” Silas nods at my panties.
I slide my underwear down my hips, and the fabric clings slightly to me because of how wet I already am.
Callum reaches for me first, pulling me under the water with him. It’s hot—almost too hot—and his hands slide to my waist immediately. His palms are rough, calloused, and the contrast against my skin sends shivers down my spine despite the heat.
“I’ve been thinking about this.” His mouth finds my neck. “All four of us. No more waiting.”
Evan’s behind me now, chest against my back. His palms smooth up my sides, and the hair on his chest tickles my shoulder blades. The sensation grounds and overwhelms at once. “We’re taking our time.”
“Speak for yourself.” Callum bites my shoulder, and the sharp pressure sends heat straight to my core.
Silas moves in front of me, and suddenly I’m boxed in. Surrounded. Water streams over all of us, slicking our skin together.
There are six hands and three mouths on my body, everywhere at once.
I can’t track who’s touching where. My brain can’t process fast enough. There’s pressure on my hips—Callum’s fingers digging in possessively. Hands cupping my breasts—Evan’s thumbs already circling my nipples. And Silas’s palm sliding down my stomach, lower, teasing.
Someone’s fingers slide between my thighs. I gasp, and Callum swallows the sound with a kiss. His tongue invades my mouth, tasting like coffee and want, while his hands—Evan’s, I think—squeeze my breasts.
The pressure builds everywhere. In my chest. Between my legs. Behind my eyes.
Silas drops to his knees. My eyes fly open.
He looks up at me, water dripping down his face, darkening his hair. His eyes are almost black in this light. “Hold onto Callum.”
I grip Callum’s shoulders because my legs won’t hold me otherwise. His skin is hot and slick under my palms.
Silas spreads my thighs wider. His mouth finds my center without hesitation, and the first contact of his tongue against my clit buckles my knees.
“Oh God—”
“No God here, Red.” Callum’s grin is wicked against my lips. “Just us. Just three men who know exactly how to make you come.”
Evan’s fingers roll my nipples while Silas’s tongue circles my clit. The dual sensations war in my nervous system, and I can’t decide which to focus on.
Callum holds me up. “I’ve got you. We all do.”
Silas adds two fingers, curling immediately. He knows exactly where to press, where to thrust. The stretch is perfect, just enough to remind me he’s there, claiming me from the inside.
“She’s already dripping.” Silas pulls back just enough to speak, his breath ghosting over my sensitive flesh. “Your pussy is soaked, and we’ve barely touched you. Clenching around my fingers already like you can’t get enough.”
“Damn right.” Callum’s hand slides into my hair, tilting my head back so he can watch my face. His grip is firm enough to sting. “Look at you. We haven’t even fucked you yet. Your pussy’s begging for us, for our cocks.”
Evan’s mouth finds my neck. His teeth scrape, and he smiles against my pulse point when it jumps. “You like having all of us touch you at once?”
I can’t answer. Silas’s tongue flattens against me, and I’m too close. Everything is happening so fast. My thighs start quivering, and my muscles are jumping with the effort of staying upright.
“Answer him.” Callum’s grip tightens in my hair, pulling just hard enough to send tingles across my scalp.
“Yes.” The word breaks. “Yes, I love it.”
“That’s our girl,” Silas murmurs against my center before sucking my clit into his mouth.
That does it.
The orgasm rips through me. My thighs clamp around Silas’s head, and Callum has to hold me upright. The pleasure crashes in waves, each one stronger than the last. My core clenches rhythmically around Silas’s fingers, and the sensation spreads to my spine, my fingertips, everywhere.
Silas doesn’t let up. He works me through every pulse until I’m quivering, oversensitive, trying to pull away and press closer at the same time.
When he finally pulls back, his mouth is wet, and his eyes are dark. Satisfied.
“One,” he says.
Callum laughs. “You keeping count?”
“Someone has to.”
My legs are still unsteady with the aftershocks rolling through me every few seconds.
Evan shuts off the water. “We need more space.”
“Kitchen,” I manage, voice wrecked already. “Staff’s gone for the weekend, and the counters are the right height.”
Callum’s grin goes feral. “Fuck yes.”
We don’t bother with towels. Callum lifts me off my feet and carries me dripping wet through the penthouse. My skin is still hypersensitive from the orgasm, and every place our bodies touch sends fresh sparks through me.
Silas and Evan follow.
Callum sets me on the island. The marble is cold against my ass, and I hiss. The temperature shock makes my pussy clench reflexively.
“Too cold?” Evan’s already reaching for me.
“No.” I pull him closer. “I’m fine.”
Silas moves to the freezer and pulls out an ice tray.
Callum notices. “Oh, you’re bringing out the good stuff.”
“She can handle it.” Silas sets the tray on the counter beside me.
I watch him crack three cubes free. My heart rate kicks up again. I know what’s coming, and my body is already preparing—nipples tightening and skin prickling with anticipation.
“Evan.” Silas doesn’t look away from me. “Fuck her.”
Evan doesn’t need to be told twice. He positions himself between my legs, and his cock presses against my entrance. The blunt head nudges against me, and I’m still so wet from Silas’s mouth that there’s no resistance.
No condoms this time. I’m on birth control. And the trust is there.
“You ready for me, Wifey?”
“Yes.”
He pushes in with one smooth thrust.
I lean back against the marble, my back pressed to the hard surface.
He’s thick and hard, and the angle lets him go deep immediately. Every inch of him stretches me open, filling spaces that were empty seconds ago. The fullness borders on too much but stays just on the right side of perfect.
“Fuck, you feel good.” Evan grips my hips. “So fucking wet. I can tell how worked up Silas got you. Your pussy’s still fluttering from that orgasm.”
Silas picks up one of the ice cubes.
I watch him bring it to my collarbone. The first touch jerks me forward. The cold is so sharp it almost burns.
“Cold?” His mouth curves.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
He drags it down between my breasts, and water trails behind. The droplets burn paths across my skin, while my nipples tighten even harder.
Evan starts moving. Slow thrusts that let me savor every inch of his length dragging against my inner walls. The friction is perfect. Not too much, not too little.
“Faster,” I beg.
“Not yet.” Silas circles the ice around my nipple. The cold peaks it impossibly harder. “You take what we give you.”
Evan’s fingers dig into my hips. I’ll have marks tomorrow.
“She’s squeezing my cock every time you touch her with that ice,” Evan tells Silas.
Silas switches to my other nipple. The ice is melting now, water running down my stomach in rivulets that send fresh shivers through me.
The contrast between the ice and Evan’s heat is maddening.
Every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire and frozen at the same time.
My brain can’t process both sensations, so everything intensifies—the stretch of Evan’s cock, the bite of cold, and the warmth of Callum’s hand when it lands on my thigh.
“You’re doing so well, Wifey.” Evan kisses my temple. The tenderness tightens my throat. “Taking what Silas gives you while I fill you.”
“Evan’s the sweet one.” Silas drags the ice cube down my stomach. The cold contracts my abs involuntarily. “I’d rather make you scream.”
Callum’s hand tightens on my thigh, fingers digging in possessively. “Look at you, Red. So fucking wet you’re dripping down Evan’s cock. About to fall apart again.”
The ice reaches where Evan and I are joined. Silas circles my clit with it, and the cold radiates through me. I cry out. The cold is shocking, overwhelming, perfect.
“There it is.” Callum’s grin is wicked. “Those pretty sounds when you can’t hold back. When you’re so far gone you don’t even know what you’re saying.”
All of the sensations are too much and not enough. The cold pressure on my clit is intoxicating. Evan’s dick is stretching me. Callum’s grip is rough on my thigh, and Silas’s dark eyes are watching every reaction.
My legs start quivering again, the muscles clenching with each thrust.
“She’s about to come again.” Evan’s panting now, sweat beading on his forehead despite the cold marble and melting ice. “You’re close, aren’t you, Wifey?”
Silas presses the ice directly against my clit. Hard.
I shatter.