The water's barely a trickle now, and it's definitely cold, but I don't care because I'm right on the edge. Noah pinches my clit gently and I come with a cry, clenching around Blake. He follows seconds later, groaning my name into my neck.
He sets me down carefully, and my legs are shaky. The water's still pathetic and cold.
"Okay, shower sex is overrated," I announce.
"Agreed," all three of them say in unison.
We tumble out of the shower, grabbing towels and laughing. Noah turns off the sad trickle of water, and we're all dripping on the bathroom floor.
"Bed," Jack says firmly. "Where there's actual space and no plumbing issues."
"Best idea you've had all day," I agree.
We make it to the bedroom, barely dry, and fall onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. The mood shifts from comedic to hungry as hands start exploring again.
Noah pulls me on top of him, and I sink down onto his cock with a satisfied sigh. This is so much better. I can actually move without worrying about slipping or getting elbowed.
Jack kneels beside us, and I take him in my mouth while I ride Noah. Blake's hands roam over my back, my ass, squeezing and caressing.
"Damn, Mia," Noah groans, his hands gripping my hips.
I hum around Jack's cock, and he threads his fingers through my damp hair. When Noah comes, I'm right there with him, and Jack follows soon after. We collapse in a heap, all breathing hard.
Blake's is hard again, and I grin at him. There's something to be said about a sportsman's stamina."Your turn."
"Damn right," he says, pulling me toward him.
I end up on my hands and knees, Blake behind me, while Noah and Jack recover on either side. Blake enters me slowly, his pace steady and deep.
Noah kisses me while Jack's hand finds my breast, and the combination pushes me toward another orgasm. When it hits, it's softer than the others but no less satisfying. Blake comes with a low groan, then carefully pulls out and flops down beside me.
We're all tangled together, sweaty and satisfied and grinning like idiots.
"Best celebration ever," I mumble into someone's shoulder.
"Even with the shower disaster?" Jack teases.
"Especially with the shower disaster," I laugh. "That was ridiculous."
"We're definitely getting a bigger place," Noah says. "With a bigger shower."
The relief and joy of the day's victory mingle with the physical satisfaction, and I've never felt more content. No more fear, no more hiding. Just us and this perfect, imperfect moment.
And then Jack ruins the moment. "I've decided to publicly claim the twins."
50
JACK
My sons. Rory and Corey are my sons, and I'm done hiding it.
By nine o'clock, I'm sitting across from my lawyer in his downtown office. He's been my attorney for fifteen years, handling everything from my divorce to property disputes. Now he's about to help me claim my sons.
"Walk me through what you want," Greg says, his pen poised over a legal pad.
"I want to establish paternity for Rory and Corey Wilson. And I want to file paperwork blocking Marcus Rosemond from any custody claims." I lean forward, my hands clasped on his desk. "Whatever it takes."
Greg sets down his pen and studies me with the assessing gaze of someone who's seen too many cases go sideways. "Jack, you understand what this means? The moment we file these documents, everything becomes public record. Your relationship with Mia when she was eighteen. The fact that you kept this secret for ten years. Your position as principal of the school where she teaches."
