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the wall as I made my way into the shower.

The water was cold and invigorating.

“It’s been a minute,” Taylor called out from the room.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I called back.

Taylor and Santiago entered the shower with me. There was hardly room for the three of us, but that was fine by me; we’d just have to press our bodies tight together.

Taylor dropped to his knees. His mouth nipped at my legs up to my crotch while Santiago brushed my hair back out of my eyes and massaged my scalp with firm fingers. The cold water from the shower hit my chest and streamed down and over my breasts. My nipples were hard and ached to be touched. I took Taylor’s hand, lifted it and placed it on my breast. I let his mouth explore my crotch, his hand explore my breasts while I closed my eyes and leaned back. My head rested on Santiago’s broad shoulder, my back held against his big chest.

Taylor dropped his hand to stroke my legs and my ass. His tongue flicked my quivering snatch.

I reached behind me, took Santiago’s hands and brought them to my breasts.

He squeezed, and I rolled my head to the side to nip at his jaw, his cheek, his mouth.

His stiff cock pressed against the small of my back. I took it in my hand and stroked him.

I moaned. “I’m going to come,” I said. “Come with me.”

He pushed my breasts together and ran his thumbs around my hardened nipples. “You first,” he said.

I stroked Santiago’s cock with one hand while with the other I grabbed Taylor by the back of his head and guided his movements.

“I’m going to come,” I said, louder this time.

Taylor stood. “I want to feel you.” He guided the tip of his member between my wet labia. He ran it up and down. He squeezed my ass with both hands. His shaft entered me then escaped.

“Again,” I pleaded. I let go of Santiago. My hands reached out so I could brace myself against the shower wall.

Santiago spread my ass cheeks. His cock entered me, just the tip, but it was enough to have me cry out.

Taylor pulled out.

“No,” I said. I grabbed him by the hip and guided him into me again.

Just as he pulled out, Santiago’s tip penetrated my ass, again, slightly deeper still.

He pulled out, and I grabbed Taylor’s ass and pushed him into me again.

They really were a close unit. They entered me and pulled out in perfectly synchronized movements, imitating and playing off the depths, the angles and the speed.

I put my mouth against Taylor’s chiseled jaw. I wrapped my arms around him. “Come with me,” I said.

I gushed out, while he gushed in, and Santiago’s warm cum hit the small of my back.

I would have collapsed again, but they held me.

Taylor took the showerhead from the hook and he washed down my body.

I didn’t trust my weak knees, so I held on to Taylor while Santiago led me out of the shower. He wrapped me in a towel. I leaned back and closed my eyes while my men dried me off and led me back to bed.

17

Axel

I had to sit through a three-hour lecture, during which Elijah and J.P. were at the Marina Hotel with Gwen. I surprised myself with the realization that I felt no jealousy—even though I thought, given the circumstances, that the jealousy would have been justified. Instead, I bid my time, knowing that soon the long day would come to an end and I would be with Gwen.

Usually, there was at least one member of the squad available to have dinner with, but between work, increased training and Gwen nearby at the Marina Hotel, I was having a rare meal alone. I’d agreed to go to the hotel later with Travis, but he wouldn’t be free until midnight. If ever there was a time to make an exception to our ground rules, no one can see her outside of the cafe alone, it was now. But I knew the ground rules had been set for good reason; no exceptions. So, I finished dinner, had a glass of wine and lay down for a nap.

Shortly past midnight, Travis woke me up. “What are you doing sleeping?” he said as he shook me.

I slapped his hands off of me. “Stop that.”

“Are you tired?” he said.

I pulled myself out of bed. “No. I was waiting for you.” I could tell he was anxious and ready to go. I