Chapter 29
DAMON
I scoop Mia into my arms, one hand supporting her back while the other cups her legs. She gives a little yelp of surprise, then laughs softly, resting her head on my shoulder. We move through the upstairs hallway, trying to be as quiet as possible for the girls.
Asher and Zane follow, their breaths already heavy even though they haven’t even touched Mia. That’s the kind of effect she has on us.
The door to the bathroom stands open, the light already on, casting a soft glow over the tiled floor. The air smells faintly of lavender soap, a leftover from whoever used it last.
Without a word, I set Mia on her feet, letting my hands linger on her waist. She turns, glancing back at Asher and Zane, who hover by the door.
“Anyone else in the mood for a shower?” she teases, arching an eyebrow.
Zane’s smile is slow and a little crooked. “Absolutely.”
Asher snorts, but his gaze is locked on Mia’s face like he can’t look away. “I thought you’d never ask.”
We strip. I step into the shower first, testing the water with my hand.
It’s nice and hot. Mia joins me, her bare skin brushing against mine, and a shiver runs through my body that has nothing to do with the temperature.
The water pours down, steam rising. Behind her, Zane and Asher slip in, making the cramped space feel smaller. But none of us complain.
Mia turns, giving me a small smile that says she’s ready for this—no regrets, no hesitation. I lean in, capturing her mouth in a kiss. Her lips part with a quiet sigh, and I let myself forget everything but the way she feels against me.
The room warms up fast from the spray and the body heat, and the tension crackles. It’s been such a long day—hell, a long few weeks. We fucking deserve this.
Zane steps behind her, his hands sliding along her waist, while Asher moves to her side, tipping her face up with gentle fingers.
The shower’s noise drowns out our breathing, but I can still feel every rush of air from Mia’s lungs.
Zane’s low rumble, Asher’s quiet exhale—it all merges with the water pounding our skin.
Mia wraps one arm around my neck, the other reaching for Asher. Zane’s grip on her hips tightens, and her soft groan reverberates through me.
I move, pressing my palm to the center of her back, guiding her closer. Her hand finds Zane’s shoulder, anchoring herself, while Asher tilts her chin and kisses her in a way that makes her toes curl on the wet tile.
I guide Mia back against the steamy tile wall.
Mia’s breath hitches when I slip my arms around her waist, lifting her a bit so Asher can lean down and take one of her tits into his mouth.
She moans, her head tipping back, hair plastered to her shoulders.
Zane is at her other side, running kisses along her neck, murmuring something low and reassuring that I can’t quite make out over the water.
My cock throbs as I press it against her thigh, the slickness of the steam and her skin making everything feel electric.
Her hands reach for me, nails scraping lightly along my chest. For a second, I pause, just watching how she arches her back toward the others—how her mouth opens in a gasp when Zane gives her nipple a gentle bite, how her eyes flutter shut when Asher drags his tongue over her other breast.
I drop to my knees, gripping her thighs to brace her as I press her back against the wall.
There’s a startled laugh in her throat, turning into a moan when I angle her just right.
I can see the flush across her cheeks, the way her wet hair clings to her neck, droplets tracing patterns down her body.
Zane and Asher step aside, making room. They watch, rapt, as I lean in and press my mouth to her center, tasting her as the shower spray beats down on us.
Mia’s gasp turns into a low cry, her fingers threading into my hair, gripping me hard.
Her thighs tense around my shoulders, hips rolling instinctively to meet each flick of my tongue.
I can hear Asher’s low exhale behind me, feel Zane’s hand brushing my shoulder as he steadies her legs, making sure she’s secure. The shower’s noise drowns out most sound, but I catch Mia’s ragged breathing, the breathy moans that escape when she can’t hold them in.
She whimpers my name, a mix of desperation and pleasure.
My cock aches, but I focus on her, on the rhythm of my mouth, on the way her body shakes under each slow stroke.
Zane slips closer, one hand sliding up to cup her breast, thumbing her nipple in time with my pace.
Asher rubs her thigh, keeping her balanced.
The water turns cooler, but none of us move away.
Mia’s body shudders, and I feel her stiffen, voice catching.
She’s right there, trembling on the edge.
Another nudge with my tongue, another gentle bite, and her head falls back with a soft cry.
I hold her tight through the peak, mouth still working, not relenting until she sags against the wall with a shiver of aftershocks.
When I finally ease her down, my arms burn from holding her, but it’s worth it. Zane and Asher are quick to help, sliding their hands over her sides, pressing kisses along her neck and shoulders.
Zane and Asher shift, exchanging a glance that tells me we’re not done here. Not yet.
Mia catches on, her gaze flicking between us, a faint smile curving her lips. She presses a kiss to my shoulder, then ducks out of my hold, water trailing down her skin.
“Don’t you think,” she says softly, “you three deserve some attention, too?”
Zane chuckles under his breath. Asher runs a hand through his damp hair, eyes flicking over her in a silent yes. I feel my own pulse jump, the need stirring again. There’s no time to second-guess.
Mia slips away from the shower’s direct stream and sinks to her knees on the wet tile, bracing a hand on the wall for balance. She looks up, meeting each of our eyes in turn. There’s no hesitation there, just trust and desire.
Zane’s the first to move, stepping closer, water still dripping off his body.
Mia reaches out, fingers curling around his cock with a confidence that has him exhaling in a low, rough sound.
She glances over her shoulder, beckoning Asher and me.
We close in, our heartbeats thumping in a shared rhythm.
She starts with Zane, her mouth slow and deliberate, one hand braced on his thigh as her lips part around him. He groans, bracing a hand against the wall. My own body tightens at the sight—her hair sleek with water, the motion of her shoulders as she takes him deeper.
Asher moves in behind her, leaning down to kiss her shoulder, fingers ghosting over her side.
I brush a lock of hair from her face, my pulse pounding.
She turns her attention to me next, hooking an arm around my leg to draw me in.
My breath hitches when she takes me in, the sensation so sudden and electric, I have to steady myself with a hand on her damp shoulder.
Zane’s breathing is ragged now, but he slips aside, letting Asher have his turn.
Mia doesn’t miss a beat, shifting so Asher can slide between her lips.
The wet tile makes every move precarious, but we manage, the tight space forcing us closer than ever.
My own cock throbs at the memory of her mouth, the way she looked at me while she did it.
One by one, we lose control, the strain of the day and the rush of adrenaline fueling every second.
It’s overwhelming: the water trickling down, the low groans echoing in this cramped bathroom, Mia’s quiet moans as she works us over.
Each of us breaks, tension snapping like a bowstring—Zane first, then me, then Asher, muffled curses and shuddering breaths mingling with the last of the shower’s warmth.
My come splatters all over her face and neck. Asher and Zane join until she’s full of us.
Mia leans back, eyes shut, chest rising and falling. And then her tongue whips out as she licks around her mouth. Fuck, that’s hot.
Traces of our release drip away under the fading spray, and none of us speak for a long moment. Eventually, Asher reaches for the soap, handing it to her with a small, self-conscious grin.
We help her clean up, soft touches and murmured apologies where nails scraped or teeth caught. The water runs cold by the time we’re done, and Mia laughs shakily, letting me haul her upright.
Zane shuts off the shower, and Asher grabs towels. I keep one arm around Mia, making sure her legs don’t give out.
I carry Mia from the bathroom, water still dripping from her skin, her breath ragged from the shower’s heat and everything that came before.
Zane and Asher follow behind us, towels slung over their shoulders.
The moment we step into the bedroom, Mia’s fingers curl around my arm, a silent signal that she’s ready for more.
I set her down on the edge of the bed, and she looks up at me, her cheeks flushed. My chest tightens at the sight of her, water beading across her bare skin.
Zane steps in first, brushing a lock of hair off her forehead. “Still okay?” he murmurs. His voice is rough, eyes flicking between her and me.
Mia nods, reaching out. “I want this. All of you.”
Her words cut through whatever hesitation I still have. I let my towel fall, and so do Zane and Asher. The lamp beside the bed casts warm light over us, shadows dancing on the walls. We exchange a quick look of silent agreement before Mia tugs Zane closer, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss.
Asher settles next to her on the mattress, brushing his knuckles along her thigh. Her breathing catches when Zane cups her breast, thumb passing over the nipple in a deliberate motion. Meanwhile, Asher leans in, lips trailing along her neck, leaving damp traces that make her shiver.