The heat in his voice makes my breath catch. Noah's hand finds the back of my neck, his fingers tracing patterns that send shivers down my spine. Jack's hazel eyes darken as he watches us, and I see the desire there mixed with something deeper.
Jack pulls me to my feet while Blake and Noah follow close behind, their presence surrounding me like a protective shield as we head to the bedroom.
"Shower first," Blake announces, already tugging his shirt over his head. "We've all been stressed as hell."
"Good idea," Noah agrees, kicking off his shoes.
Jack's already halfway to the bathroom when I hear the water turn on. We pile in after him, and that's when reality hits.
"Okay, this is not going to work," I laugh as Blake tries to squeeze past Noah, who's attempting to step under the spray while Jack's already there.
"Move your elbow," Noah grunts.
"That's not my elbow," Blake says with a grin.
I'm pressed against the tile, giggling as three grown men try to navigate the space like it's a clown car. "This was a terrible idea."
"Speak for yourself," Jack says, managing to get shampoo in his hair despite being wedged between Blake and the shower wall. "I'm very comfortable."
"Liar," Blake snorts. "Your ass is literally against the cold tile."
"Someone's ass needs to be somewhere," Jack retorts, then yelps when Noah accidentally elbows him in the ribs.
"Sorry," Noah says, not sounding sorry at all as his hands find my waist. The water's hitting him directly in the face now, and he's sputtering. "Who's hogging all the water?"
"That would be me," Jack says cheerfully, tilting his head back to rinse.
Blake manages to wedge himself behind me, his cock hard against my ass. "Well, since we're all here ..."
His hand slides down my stomach, and I gasp as his fingers find my clit. Noah's mouth captures mine while Jack turns his attention to my breasts.
"This is ridiculous," I laugh as someone's knee bumps into my thigh.
"Okay, new position." Blake turns me around to face him, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he presses me against the tile wall. The cold makes me gasp, but then he's pushing inside me and I forget all about it.
"Oh God, yes," I breathe.
Except Noah tries to move closer and slips, grabbing onto Jack for balance. They both nearly go down, and Blake has to stop moving to brace us against the wall.
"Jesus Christ," Jack laughs, steadying Noah. "This is like some kind of comedy sketch."
"A really sexy comedy sketch," Noah argues. He moves behind Blake, his hand reaching around to touch me where Blake and I are joined.
The added stimulation makes me moan. Blake resumes his rhythm, harder now, and the sound of skin slapping against wet skin echoes in the small space.
"Water's getting cold," Jack announces.
"Don't care," I gasp as Blake hits that perfect spot inside me.
Noah's fingers work my clit while Blake pounds inside me, and I'm so close...
Then the water pressure suddenly drops to almost nothing.
"Are you kidding me?" Blake groans, not stopping his movements.
"Someone must have flushed a toilet," Noah says.
"Not helping," Blake grunts, his hips snapping faster.
