After wrapping shit up with Ty, and ensuring that neither he nor Zach had a watch shift until the next afternoon, Graham headed back to the mess hall to collect Ro. He was struggling with how to apologize for not living up to the promise he’d made. Especially when she’d lived up to her end of the bargain whole-heartedly. But now that she likely considered their deal to be off, what would happen tonight? Would she demand to sleep on the couch? Graham figured he’d find out as soon as he stopped to get her.
When he entered the mess hall, he was surprised to find the kitchen dark and deserted. Neither Ro nor Allison was anywhere in the building. A cold twinge of unease bloomed in his chest.
He turned and headed for the cabin, catching Zach as he loped up the front steps.
“Did you bring Ro back already?” Graham asked.
“No. Why? What’s going on?”
“She wasn’t in the mess hall. Neither was Allison.”
Zach’s eyebrows lifted as he yanked open the door of the cabin. “Honey, I’m home,” he called.
Silence.
The icy feeling spread. Graham spun, heading for Jonah’s cabin. Allison would have been the last person to see Rowan. But then he caught sight of Jonah leaning up against the wall of the bathhouse. What the hell? If Allison were inside giving Grace a bath, Jonah would be inside as well. They usually just left a bright pink puff thing hanging on the door handle. Kind of like the sock on the door handle signal from back in the day. Graham changed direction, heading for the bathhouse. Zach fell into step beside him.
Jonah gave them a nod and jerked a shoulder toward the building. “Your girl wanted a shower. Told her I’d make sure to keep everyone out.”
Graham scowled. “Thanks for the update. Feel free to keep keeping everyone else out.” Graham reached for the handle, but halted when Jonah flattened his palm against the door, holding it shut.
“She’s a sweet girl. I hope to hell you know what you’re doing, G.” Graham met his gaze but said nothing. He didn’t know what to say. Because he had no fucking clue what he was doing.
Jonah just nodded and strode away. Back to the cabin where his wife and daughter were waiting for him. Graham didn’t like the feeling of envy that crept over him every time he thought about what Jonah had. Shoving the thoughts aside, he silently turned the handle and eased the door open. He gestured for Zach to enter ahead of him and slipped inside, closing the door as silently as he’d opened it.
They both crept across the yellow and white tiled floor toward the steam that was wafting from the shower area. The warmth seemed to melt the chunk of ice that had formed in his chest. Graham froze at the threshold. Ro was sitting sideways on the folding chair, bent over at the waist, reaching for a bottle of Allison’s shampoo that sat on the floor. With the back of the chair facing away from the entrance, he and Zach had an unobstructed view of Ro’s wet, naked body. As though she’d heard them, her head whipped around, wet ropes of hair swinging.
“You going to stand there and watch, or are you coming in this time?”
Ro couldn’t explain it, but she could feel them standing there. And she’d made a split second decision. She could be pissed about the change in plans, or she could savor the moments she had left with Graham and Zach.
She’d felt more alive last night than she ever had before. She wanted to feel that way again.
Zach yanked his shirt up over his head and kicked his partially laced boots off before tackling his fly. Graham didn’t move. She could tell he was dissecting her reaction. Trying to glean her motivation for the invitation after their words earlier. She decided to save him the trouble.
“I’ve spent most of my life existing. But last night I felt like I was finally living. I want to feel like that again.”
Graham must have decided her explanation was enough because, without breaking eye contact, he reached behind him and grabbed a handful of his shirt and tugged it over his head. His eyes were still on her as he dropped the shirt to the floor and bent over to unlace his boots. The ripple of his abs as he bent down was a feast for her eyes. Distracted, Ro jumped when a hot mouth landed on her shoulder, slowly making its way to her neck. Zach. He scraped along the sensitive skin, and Ro leaned back, trying to get closer to him. Hands slid around her to cup her breasts, and fingers toyed with her nipples, bringing them to hard points.
As Graham stepped into the shower, fully nude, Ro couldn’t help but be amazed that, in this moment, they were both hers. She reveled in the thrill. Graham’s heavy cock, already stiff and straining toward his navel, bounced as he closed the distance between them stepped under the spray in front of her. His cock was at the perfect level for her mouth. But he had different ideas, because he tilted her chin up with a finger.
“Zach’s been kind enough to present those tits so perfectly; I think I have to fuck them,” he said. His tone had evolved into a low, gravelly rumble.
Ro swallowed as he came closer, nudging her legs apart with one knee so he could step between them. This position left Ro completely open to them, at their mercy. She shivered at the thought.
“Cold, baby?” Zach asked.
Ro just shook her head and stared up at Graham as he fisted his cock and tugged roughly.
“Arch your back, baby. Stick these gorgeous tits out for Graham,” Zach said.
Ro complied, and was rewarded with Graham positioning the head of his cock in the valley of her breasts. Zach squeezed them together and Graham groaned. Her water-slicked skin provided enough lubrication for Graham to slide between them.
Ro couldn’t help but watch as the head of his cock appeared. She licked her lips. Graham reached out to grip the base of her neck. She looked up at him.
“Suck the head on the upstroke. You’re going to get me off with nothing but your tits and your tongue, and I’m going to give you an honest-to-god pearl necklace.”
Ro moaned as he slid his cock back down, and then as he thrust up, she felt his cock tunnel into her mouth. She laved the head with her tongue.
“Fuck, babe. Just like that,” he groaned.
His words and their actions had her squirming on her seat. She furtively reached between her legs and found herself soaked—and not from the shower spray. She moaned as she found her clit, and Graham tunneled into her mouth again and again. Zach rolled her nipples, pinching and tugging on them until Ro couldn’t hold still. Graham clutched at her shoulders, stilling her movements, and increased his pace. The head of his cock fucking in and out of her mouth was erotic, and she slid two fingers inside herself, spreading her legs wider. Graham stilled, and Ro looked up to see his gaze glued between her legs where she was finger-fucking herself.
He groaned, and said, “You’re gonna make yourself come when I say. You got that?”
Ro nodded, and as Graham resumed his thrusts, she timed her movements to his.
“Goddamn, now. Come now.”
Ro pressed down hard on her clit, and Zach tugged and twisted her nipples. She unraveled as the climax rushed over her. Hot jets of semen spurted onto her chest as she rode out her orgasm.
Zach could feel his own cock jerk as Ro came apart under their hands. When Graham reached out to rub his come into her skin rather than wipe it away, Zach released her breasts and knew he was seeing a claim. A sign of ownership. She was theirs. Whatever else happened, she was theirs.
Ro slumped back against him, and Graham reached out to shut off the water. Zach felt like he could hammer nails with his cock, it was so goddamn hard. He wasn’t leaving this room without getting inside her. And there was still one place he hadn’t been.
He looked to Graham, who was gathering Ro up in his arms. Graham met his gaze and jerked his head toward the bench in the locker room. It was great to know that your best friend wasn’t about to leave you with a stiff cock and aching balls. It was Zach’s turn to be buried inside her. And he wanted that gorgeous ass.
Zach stepped out of the shower area and grabbed a couple towels. One he laid out on the wooden bench, and the other he used to scrub himself dry. Graham sat on the towel, one leg on either side of the bench. He snagged the towel from Zach and dried Ro and himself. He sat her on the bench so she straddled it, facing him. Zach reached into his locker and grabbed the bottle of lube he usually reserved for jacking off in the shower. This was a much better use. Unbelievably better. He straddled the bench and leaned over Ro.
“You ready for more, baby?”
She turned to look at him, noticing the bottle of lube in his hand. Zach smiled as her nipples beaded. She nodded.
“I need words, babe,” Zach reminded her.
She swallowed. “Yes. But how exactly …” She trailed off as Graham gripped her thighs to lift her onto his lap, impaling her on his already hard cock.
“Holy shit!” Ro yelled, her head rolling back. “Warn a girl next time, Conan.”
Graham grunted before rolling backward so he was prone and Ro was laid out on top of him, legs spread wide where they were caught over Graham’s hips. Zach could see her asshole and where Graham was buried balls-deep in her pussy. The sight of a dude’s balls wasn’t his favorite, but when he was about to be buried in Ro’s tight little ass, he didn’t give a fuck.
Zach trailed his finger from the cleft of her ass down to the whorl he was about to slide into. He drizzled lube, and smoothed it around before breaching the tight muscle of her ass with a finger. Her moan was all the incentive he needed to continue. He slid a second finger in, the hole clenching to try to keep him out.
“Relax, babe. Push out. I’m just trying to make sure you’re ready for me.” He scissored his fingers, trying to stretch the snug passage, which was made even tighter by the fact that her pussy was full of Graham’s dick.
He slipped his fingers out and lubed up his cock before pressing the head against her asshole. Gripping the base, he pressed forward until the muscle gave, and the head slid inside.
“Oh God,” Ro whispered.
“You good, babe?” Graham asked.
“Mmhmm. It’s just … full. The pressure is so … good …”
She trailed off as Zach slid in deeper. Her moan was all the encouragement he needed to continue until he was buried in her ass.
“Goddamn, woman. You’re so fucking tight. I don’t know how I’m going to last.”
Zach felt Graham start to pull out, signaling the start of their alternating thrusts. When Graham started to push back inside her pussy, he pulled out of her ass, reveling in the hot, dark clench of muscle. Zach reached around to toy with Ro’s clit, pulling another moan from her.
Ro’s mutterings of oh god, holy shit and variations of the same kept him pistoning in and out. Her cries got louder right before she clamped down on his cock. Hard. The near stranglehold of her tightening muscle had his orgasm boiling up in his balls and shooting out before he could rein it in. He pinched her clit and felt her bear down again, her cries of pleasure echoing off the tiled walls. A growl from Graham indicated that he’d given in to the hot heaven of this amazing woman.
“Fuck,” Graham rumbled in Ro’s ear. “That was fucking incredible, babe.”
Ro slumped against him, unable to summon the strength to move. She’d lost count of the number of orgasms she’d had. She had no idea her body could do that. I guess it just takes adding their bodies. Holy hell. Her eyelids drooped with exhaustion. The last thing she’d felt before she gave up the fight against the descending darkness was a kiss to her temple accompanied by a soft, “Most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”