Tania faces all three of us. When she smiles this time, it’s real. The kind that makes her eyes crinkle at the corners.
“I know exactly how I want to celebrate.”
Callum raises a brow. “I’m listening.”
She walks past him. Past Silas. And she stops directly in front of me.
Her hand finds mine and squeezes once. “But first, a shower.”
My brain catches up about three seconds too late. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She looks over her shoulder at Callum and Silas. “Care to join me?”
Callum is already grinning. Silas’s eyes darken. And I realize this is it.
All four of us.
Tania tugs my hand, and of course, I follow. I’d follow her anywhere.
CHAPTER 20
Tania
The gym shower is the closest to the living room.
It has glass walls, multiple heads, and tile that stays warm under my feet. And since it’s the biggest shower in the house, it’s the obvious choice for what I have planned.
Steam rises as Silas adjusts the temperature. Callum’s already shirtless, jeans unbuttoned. Evan pulls his shirt over his head.
I’m still fully dressed, watching three men undress, anticipating the main event.
“You going to stand there all night?” Callum grins, shoving his jeans down.
“Maybe. I’m enjoying the show.”
He steps under the spray, water hitting his shoulders.
Evan moves behind me. His fingers find the hem of my shirt—technically Silas’s shirt. “Arms up, Wifey.”
And now that nickname feels different when he says it. Because it’s real. I’m staying. I’m theirs.
I raise my arms. He lifts the fabric slowly, letting his knuckles drag against my ribs. The touch is light but electric. My skin prickles everywhere he makes contact.
The shirt hits the floor.
Silas is naked now, too. All three of them are.
I’m in my underwear, and the air feels too thick to breathe. My heartbeat pounds in my throat. Between my legs. Everywhere.
“Those, too.” Silas nods at my panties.
I slide my underwear down my hips, and the fabric clings slightly to me because of how wet I already am.
Callum reaches for me first, pulling me under the water with him. It’s hot—almost too hot—and his hands slide to my waist immediately. His palms are rough, calloused, and the contrast against my skin sends shivers down my spine despite the heat.
“I’ve been thinking about this.” His mouth finds my neck. “All four of us. No more waiting.”
Evan’s behind me now, chest against my back. His palms smooth up my sides, and the hair on his chest tickles my shoulder blades. The sensation grounds and overwhelms at once. “We’re taking our time.”
