Zane’s fingers are the first to slide into mine, strong and sure.
Asher follows, squeezing gently.
Damon stares for a long moment, then huffs out a breath, clasping my other hand in his.
I don’t know what the future looks like, but for the first time in years, I’m not scared of it. Because I won’t be facing it alone.
CHAPTER 29
DAMON
I scoopMia 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 skinbrushing 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. Herhands 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.
