I heard noise in the other room, but it sounded like they were trying to be quiet. Not that Tommy, Quinn, and Keith could ever really be called muffled. I woke up slowly, feeling Clay’s heat next to me. He snored lightly. After his pronunciation about my sleeping sounds, I had to smile. It wasn’t overpowering; in fact it made me want to close my eyes and snuggle closer again.

Instead, I had other thoughts. I’d had an incredible night. A momentous one. Now, however, I really wanted some hot water on my person right then and there. I nudged my way out of Clay’s arms then walked out of the room into my bathroom. Quietly, I closed the door and turned on the water.

I’d had a shower with Tommy, but that felt, somehow, like a lifetime ago. I smiled. My body felt… well-used. I was sore in really wonderful places I hadn’t known I could be sore in.

I stood under the spray for a moment before I heard the bathroom door open and close. I poked my head to see who had come in, not surprised when I saw Clay standing there. He leaned against the doorframe.

“When I drew last, I wasn’t actually that upset. I knew what they didn’t.”

I wiped the water out of my eyes. “What’s that, my darling?”

“That I would get you in the morning. It’s not late. You could still be asleep.”

I grinned at him. “You could, too.”

He pointed at the water. “Can I get in there? With you?”

I stepped back. Much as I was already sore, anticipation rose, I didn’t feel like my wedding night was quite finished.

He took off his clothes then climbed into the heat with me. I wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug. “None of this would have happened if you hadn’t almost been killed by a large rock.”

His shoulders shook with laughter. “I never saw it coming.” The laughter abruptly stopped. “And then they hurt you for saving me. And I had to leave you there.”

I pulled back to kiss his chin. “But you came back. That’s what counts. You came back for me.”

“Always will.”

I could feel his erection pushing against me, but Clay made no move to push me into anything. In fact, I would have bet that he would have let me out of the shower without ever making a move and then gotten on with the day without pushing for his turn.

He was thoughtful, almost to a fault. He’d worry that it would be too much for me when the truth was that I wanted him as much as the others. He was as equally my husband as they were. I wanted him. Badly.

I stroked his cock, which got his attention. The energy in the room instantly changed. He bit down on his lower lip. “Paloma.”

“Clay.” I stroked him again. “If I climb up your body the way I want to, could you hold me? Could you, say, do me against the wall of this shower?”

A muscle ticked in his jaw. “I could.”

I believed it. Clay was lean but very strong. “Do you want to?”

Apparently I didn’t have to ask him twice. He hoisted me up where I wanted to be. We were eye-to-eye for one moment before his mouth was on mine, and then I was holding on for dear life. This was really exciting.

Clay’s gaze was heated and his muscles tense. He pressed upwards, his already erect cock pushing deep inside of me. The trick seemed to be that I had to keep myself still against the wall. My back was cold where the shower spray didn’t hit the side of the shower. But it didn’t matter. Nothing was going to bother me right then. I was too busy being fucked against the wall by Clay.

Out of all of them, he was the most romantic. But it turned out he could be as dominating as I needed. All I had to do was ask. After a night of passion, this was the most wonderful way to start the morning.

Every time he pressed in, he rubbed against my clit. It sent bursts of pleasure through me. I moaned and he sighed. Over and over again. I wasn’t sure how long I could hold off coming, but I didn’t want this to end.

He was my Clay. I bit down on my lip and let myself look at him. He was a beautiful man. I could see how he could get lost in the shuffle between the personality that was Tommy and the trouble that Quinn and Keith could get into. But I would never not see him. The man had the biggest heart in the world, and he wore it on his sleeve.

He was mine.

The thought drove me crazy. I needed—I needed—I needed—and finally it came. I exploded around him, and he called out my name. Over and over.

The shower pounded down on us. I let myself slide down his body. He didn’t let go, as though he knew my legs weren’t going to quite work yet.

“Next time longer.” His voice was rough, and he leaned his head against the top of mine. “I got… really excited when you suggested doing it against the wall. That might have been a fantasy of mine. You and me. What we just did.”

I kissed him hard on the lips. “I love you. Good morning. And anytime.”

He glowed with happiness.

* * *

I cooked everyone eggs. Conversation was easy. If I hadn’t participated in all of the loving the night before, I might not have believed that anything had changed at all. The guys sat around the table, leaving a space for me between the twins. I scooped out the food, and then we all sat down.

Tommy spoke between bites. “You don’t have to feel, love, like you always have to cook. We can take turns.”

I waved my hand. “I like it. It’s very… calming for me.”

Keith raised his eyebrows. “Can’t she keep doing it? Please? She’s really good at it.”

Tommy nodded. “Yes, but I don’t want her to feel like she has to. We don’t expect you to cook, Paloma, unless you want to.”

I sipped my coffee. “I want to.”

Quinn nudged me with his leg. “Then we want you to. A lot.”

Clay read his tablet; he didn’t seem to be paying attention to the conversation. This was very unlike him. I leaned forward a bit to touch his arm. “Are you okay?”

“What? Yes. Sorry.” He set down the tablet. “My client is in bad shape. I’m really frustrated by not being there to help. I’m looking for any precedent.” He picked up his coffee. “I can get obsessed.”

It had been his getting obsessed with my safety that saved me in the first place. “I’m sorry.”

“Thanks.” He winked at me.

Quiet fell over the table as I listened to them eat their food. This was a cozy moment. I knew how precious they were, how quickly something like this could turn into running for our lives. Or dying. Sister Superior’s dead eyes crossed my vision. What in the hell was the matter with me?

“P?” Quinn stroked my arm. “You okay? You’re not eating.”

The idea of food turned my stomach. “I think… I’m not hungry. But I like that you’re all enjoying.”

“Honey.” Tommy set down his fork. “Listen, I’m not trying to be annoying. I know how it is when someone is constantly telling you what to do, and I believe, wholeheartedly, that you take very good care of yourself. But, ah, to put this delicately, you had a long night. I think it might behoove you to get a little protein.”

He was right, and I knew it. “I was hungry. Particularly when I was cooking. But for some reason, my mind decided to throw an image of Sister Superior being dead right through my memory, and the idea of food became less palatable. Maybe I shouldn’t have told you. Maybe I should have just kept this to myself. I don’t want to ruin everyone else’s breakfast with my… problem.”

Keith leaned over and kissed my cheek. “It’s because you’re happy and you don’t believe you can stay this way.”

I feared he’d really hit the nail on the head. “Yes.”

“Do you want to talk to Ari?” Tommy fiddled with the fork he’d just set down a moment ago.

“Maybe. Yes. No.” I stood. “I’m ruining today. I’m sorry. What was the plan for today?”

Quinn tugged on my hand, having me sit back down in the chair. “You’re not ruining anything. Do you know how many meals I’ve screwed up for all of us? When Tommy first got me out of Sandler space, I used to break things at the table.”

“I wish I could say that was an exaggeration.” Clay rubbed his nose. “But it’s not. He broke things. Tables, sometimes, in addition to all the silverware. You’re fine love. You’ve been through a lot. The bombing in the promenade was bound to bring up your previous bombing experience.” He set down his cup with a clank. “I cannot believe you’ve had not one but two bombs go off around you.”

Tommy had finished eating. He steepled his hands together over his plate. “And let’s not forget the bounty hunter. And the crashing. And the saving Quinn’s ass only to have shelving fall on you and you nearly dying.”

Quinn pointed at him. “Got to fix that in the next design.”

Tommy nodded. “Yep. Gotta Quinn-proof the shuttles for when little brothers crash their toys with our wife on it.”

“That was not my fault.” Quinn rolled his eyes. “And you know it.”

Keith played with a strand of my hair. “Or you could count the initial trauma of being abandoned to that horrible location by your parents in the first place.”

They had pretty much summed up my issues. “You’ve all been through hell, and you’re able to eat breakfast.”

“We’ve been doing it longer. The things we have to live with don’t go away; they just become part of the story. They always cause you pain. You’re just not used to the pain.” Quinn’s eyes were far away. “Like they make you decide that you don’t want someone else using you to take human life. You want to make the decision about when to do that all on your own.”

I kicked him. “It’s not nearly that easy for you, and you know it.”

His eyes twinkled. “Yes, but I like knowing that you know it.” He leaned over and kissed my neck. “Maybe you just need to work up your appetite again.”

“Ooh, can we play with her at the table?” Keith smiled against the other side of my neck. My body woke up, goosebumps breaking out all over me. “I think she likes this.”

Clay threw a napkin at Quinn. “No fair doing that when I can’t reach.”

Tommy stood. “I’m going to make a mess.” He swept the plates and cups and everything on the table off until it was everywhere, all over the floor. I gasped. What was he doing? Keith must have understood Tommy’s intentions better than I did. He hauled me up, and the next thing I knew I was flat on my back on the table.

Clay stared down at me, his head facing the wrong direction; he looked upside down from my vantage. “This okay? You can say no. We didn’t plan this. Little spur of the moment here.”

“Like I’d ever say no.” Well, not today anyway.

He grinned. “Awesome.”

Clay’s mouth came down on mine. It was the first of many. All over. My clothes were off before I knew it. I wasn’t even sure who took them and where they were discarded. A totally dressed Tommy climbed up on the table, straddling my body while he looked down at me.

He had a plate in his hands. “I thought I was done eating. But I’m not.”

“What?”

He took a piece of fruit off the plate. I’d seen that in the fridge when I’d been making breakfast. At some point, they’d been busy getting things for this place. He placed a strawberry in my mouth and then bent over to eat half of it while I did at the same time.

It tasted sweet, and in the middle our mouths met. I think that was my favorite part.

“Again.” He placed another one in my mouth. This time when our lips met, his mouth tasted as sweet as the strawberry. His grin was infectious. I couldn’t help but do it back. “That’s my girl.”

Clay shoved at his shoulder. “My turn.”

He scrunched up his face and mock rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Yeah. Little brothers. Always wanting to rush me away from my favorite activities.”

“You went first last night. Twice now. I’ve got to watch you. You’re tricky.”

Clay took Tommy’s spot. I thought he’d continue with the strawberries, but he didn’t. Instead he held up some whipped cream. “Where did you get that?”

That was a real delicacy on the station. Anything that couldn’t be produced on site had to be brought in. Milk was fine because of the abundance of cows, but at least when I’d lived here, no one had been mass-producing whipped cream. It came from Earth, and it cost a lot of credits.

“Only the best for my baby on our honeymoon.” He smirked. “That is what this is. Besides, it’s one of my favorite tastes, and I think I’m going to like it even more eating it off you.” He was going to…? “But first open your mouth.”

He placed a little bit of the cream on the tip of my tongue. It was sweet. I hadn’t tasted it in so long. It was like ice cream… I’d gotten it maybe once a year, if that, growing up. In fact, I usually had the whipped cream on the ice cream. Dairy dreams…

For now, it was Clay’s dream. He dropped a dollop onto my stomach. It was slightly cool but not freezing. A second later, his tongue was on me, following the trail where it had dripped. We were all figuring out how sharing worked in this relationship. How far down would Clay follow this? My nipples hardened even as I asked the question in my mind…

Would he…

Tommy’s tablet went off loudly, like an alarm.

“Shit.” I heard my oldest husband stomp over across the room.

Clay raised his eyes just a little. He was so close to my pussy. “Something I need to pay attention to, Tommy?

“No.” Tommy adjusted his pants. “Something that the rest of us have to go pay attention to. You, lucky bastard, get to stay right here.”

Quinn shook his head. “I’m not leaving.”

“Who needs us?” Keith set down whatever dish he was going to use, and then he bent over to kiss me on the lips. “More of this later.”

Tommy pointed at Quinn. “We will need you. Don’t be a year getting there. They’re trying to find the traitors who gave information about the promenade to Dad. They want our input. You’re the missing piece here, Quinn.”

“I’ll get there. But not yet.”

Clay hadn’t moved for a moment. “Well, Quinn, don’t just stand there. With just two of us, I think we can manage to bring back Paloma’s appetite, don’t you?”

“What did you have in mind?” Quinn didn’t budge. In fact, he’d gotten very still. I wondered if Clay had noticed. He sideways smiled at me.

My second oldest husband crooked a finger. “Sit up, love. Quinn’s going to get on the table behind you.”

He didn’t hesitate. Even before I sat up, he was on the table. I hoped it could hold both of us. Neither Quinn nor Keith seemed particularly concerned. “I never thought about doing this with more than one of you.”

Quinn kissed my cheek, his arms wrapping around me until he caressed my breasts, his chest to my back. Clay answered for him, still in position right above my core. His eyes met mine. “Uncomfortable?”

“Not exactly.” I met his gaze straight on. “Somewhat out of my depth. I have been living at the Sisterhood.”

“I’ve never done this either,” Quinn answered, seeming to speak to my shoulder blade before he kissed it.

Clay stayed remarkably silent regarding his experience department. Finally, he grinned. “Then I guess it’s ‘let’s teach Paloma and Quinn the joys of sharing’ this morning.”

“If you haven’t figured it out, P, Clay here is a bit of a ladies’ man.”

I grinned at Clay, but before I could speak, he did. “One lady. From now and always. Whatever was feels like a million years ago. I only ever wanted something that felt like this. A once in a lifetime love. I wish I had waited. Believe it or not, I’m somewhat jealous of you, brother. You’re never going to know what it’s like to settle for less.” He pointed at Quinn. “You’re going to make love to her up there while I do down here. Then we switch. She gets to come twice. Then eat some real breakfast and take a nap.”

I didn’t currently feel like I needed a nap. But who knew? Maybe after this, I would. “When do you two get to come?”

Clay grinned. “If we do our jobs right, when you do. Okay, maybe you’re coming three times.”

Quinn’s breath was warm on the back of my neck. I wondered if he could see the mark Keith had left on me the night before. I didn’t think about it very long. His tongue caressed the space where my shoulder met my neck. I closed my eyes just as Clay touched my clit with his tongue. My eyes flew open, and my breath left my body. Oh. Wow.

“Think she likes whatever you’re doing down there, bro.” Quinn’s voice was thick, and he scooted closer to me, pressing his hard erection into my bare bottom.

“It’s both… things.”

Clay didn’t answer. His mouth was busy doing what he was doing. It was an entirely different sensation than his finger or even how his cock had felt. This was smooth, like a wave that moved over me and through me. I was sensitive. My body had never been used the way it had been since we’d officially gotten married. Clay wasn’t pushing, wasn’t grinding, he was guiding. This was not the Clay I’d had in the shower. I opened my eyes to look at him loving me, because that was all it could be called.

He moaned against my clit, his hips moving under the table. Quinn’s body pressed deeper into mine, as his hands squeezed and caressed my nipples. He dropped one of my breasts but just to let his hand travel down my back where he caressed my ass.

Quinn spanked my left cheek lightly. I cried out, falling back against him just as Clay made me come. My body shook, and Quinn held onto me tightly, a feeling of security that told me he would never let me go.

I heard Clay unzip his pants, which told me I must have closed my eyes. I didn’t even remember doing so. I was languid, fluid, and my muscles had quit working. I wasn’t sure I could hold up my own head if I needed to. It was okay. Quinn seemed in no hurry to let me go.

“She likes the pain. A little bit,” Clay told Quinn. “That’s so awesome. Our responsive love.” He got up on the table. “Give her to me. Don’t stop the pinching, the little bites. On her back. I’m going to make her come again. Then it’s your turn.”

If Quinn had any objections to the plan, I didn’t hear them voiced. I, for one, was not going to complain. Clay brought me forward, spreading his legs out so I could get on top of him. Quinn stayed behind me, biting down gently on my back. I shuddered. Clay was right. I liked the pain. A little bit.

Clay fit himself inside of me, not moving. “Your pace. Your time. I want to see you take pleasure on me, Paloma. When you do, it’s going to make me come so hard.”

I nodded, even though I was only half able to concentrate. His cock was right there. I wanted it inside of me. He was hard. My eyes darted from it to the tattoo on his leg. I’d not focused on the ink before, but there it was. The Scorpion. Every one of them with the exception of Quinn had the scorpion. A sign of their past…

“Hey,” Quinn whispered in my ear. “Don’t get lost in your head when we are so with you here, P. Clay’s waiting for you, and so am I.”

I climbed onto Clay, and I rode him. I rode him as long and hard as I could. My thighs burned. They’d been in a lot of positions over the last twenty-four hours. I was going to have to stretch. It would all be worth it.

I loved every noise he made. Clay wasn’t being quiet, not like we’d been in the shower. He was full out letting me know that the way I moved really got him off. He gave me his hands so I could balance with them, and I got even bolder. Up and down, practically taking him out of my body before I took him balls deep inside of me again.

Quinn bit me lightly all over my back, and scraped his nails over my skin gently. It was all I needed. I exploded around Clay. I would have fallen over if Quinn hadn’t been there. Clay came fast, his words true. My orgasm called his.

And then he was out of me. I was jolted by the absence of him before Quinn turned me around in his arms. He breathed hard. I unzipped his pants, assuming I was going for round two, but instead he leaned me back. When he entered me, my head was on Clay’s lap. He kissed my forehead while Quinn entered me gently.

Once again, Quinn moved me with the depth of how he loved me. He’d given me what I needed, the light caresses that pinched more than anything else. When it came down to it, Quinn didn’t want to hurt me. He was tender. I was ready for him. My body hadn’t stopped vibrating from the last encounter.

He was hard, throbbing. “Watching you come, it was such a turn on. I almost came from that alone. You are so beautiful. My whole world.”

His words were an aphrodisiac. I decided then and there that I would never underestimate the power of a truly loving spoken word. Tears came to my eyes, and Clay bent over to kiss them away. He breathed hard.

Quinn pushed my knees back so he could enter me more deeply. Once. Twice. Three times. That’s all it took before I came again. I didn’t think I could, but I did. Quinn whispered my name in my ear before we were all done.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on. All three of us just breathed.

* * *

The next thing I knew, I was snug in a blanket on Clay’s lap. He read his tablet. Quinn was curled up next to me on the couch, snoring. I guessed maybe I did need that nap. I closed my eyes again.