stiffening length.
"Oh, you are a rude girl," Reaper purred like he was pleased, caressing along my neck and shoulder. "You know where rude girls belong?"
He shoved me to my knees before I could come back with another smart remark, pressing his hips into my face. I took him in my mouth just like he wanted, the thrill of his dominance surging in my body.
"Ohh, fuck yeah," he hissed, fingers diving into my hair. "Jandro, come get her clothes off."
I had already gotten started with undoing my pants and taking Shadow's hoodie off. Jandro's hands were indulgent and sensual as he finished the job, running over my body as he kissed my neck and shoulders. I felt him up blindly as I sucked Reaper, my palm finding his lips, chest, then the hard wall of his stomach before finding Jandro’s cock.
"Suck him too, sugar." Reaper withdrew from my mouth, turning my head toward his best friend.
Jandro had been kneeling at my level and returned to standing, letting out a deep, satisfied hum as I wrapped my lips around him. "Such a good rude girl," he said with a loving stroke to my cheek.
I would have smiled if my mouth wasn't stuffed. This felt just like how things were in the beginning—the simple contrast of Reaper's rough love with Jandro's tender sweetness. Not that I didn't love Gunner or the slower pace with Shadow, but these two were my rocks. The foundation on which my love for four different, incredible men grew.
I slurped around Jandro's thick head until I needed to breathe, then returned to take Reaper down my throat.
"Ugh, Jesus," he groaned, head tilting back. "Too fucking good."
"So are we nixing the shower? Mm, fuck!" Jandro gasped more curses as I drew him into my mouth again, tongue licking the sensitive underside.
"Nah, let's move there." Both men supported my arms to help me to my feet. "See how well we fit," Reaper added with a swat to my ass.
I darted into the bathroom first, leaving them to fight over who came after me first through the doorway. I turned the shower handle and stuck my hand under the spray when an arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me against a solid chest.
"I miss our baths, sugar," Reaper murmured, nipping at the shell of my ear.
"Me too," I sighed, arching against him.
"One day." His mouth made a burning trail from my ear to my shoulder. "We'll have a tub big enough for all of us." He jerked his head to indicate Jandro behind him. "Even this asshole."
"Excuse you, this asshole doesn't stink like a smoke factory, and would like to get in to suds up our woman. Move."
Jandro slid past us into the shower and ripped me out of Reaper's arms to join him under the spray.
"Ah! It's not hot yet!" The water wasn't cold either, but tepid enough to raise goosebumps on my skin as I hugged myself.
"I know." Jandro tugged my arms away and skimmed his mouth over my chest. "It makes your nips nice and tight."
He laved over one with his tongue, soothing the cold, tense peak with the heat of his mouth. Reaper stepped in and closed the shower door behind him, replacing the water running over my back with his hands.
"Wash me, sugar," he said in a seductive whisper before chuckling, "since you think I stink so much."
I turned around slowly, sandwiched firmly between the two of them. We had some extra room, but not much. Reaper's eyes never left mine as I grabbed a loofah and a soap bar from the shelf carved in the shower wall. He was standing directly under the showerhead, so I had to reach around him to lather up the loofah.
Jandro pulled me back toward the far shower wall with a hand on my hip, and Reaper followed, stepping out from under the water.
His gaze was so hungry, so full of fire as I squeezed the loofah over his shoulder first, lathering down his arm before going back up and across his chest. The soap ran down his body in white rivulets, outlining the hard lines of muscles before getting washed away. Jandro used another loofah to wash my back, scrubbing with luxurious pressure from the back of my neck to my ass. Reaper's lips parted as Jandro came around to the front of my chest, squeezing lather over my breasts as he ran his sponge back and forth in a slow zig-zag motion.
I had just reached Reaper's hips, circling the