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Sloane strokes once. My forehead falls against her shoulder.

“Cruel woman.”

“You like it.”

“I’m considering proposing.”

Callum growls against her mouth. She bites his lip.

“Behave.”

Rhys rolls her nipple between his fingers. I circle her faster. Sloane’s knees weaken. Callum watches every flicker of pleasure cross her face.

“Sit on my thigh,” he says.

Sloane stops moving.

“What was that?”

His eyes burn.

“Please sit on my thigh.”

She smiles.

“Better.”

Callum extends one leg. Sloane straddles it. Her wet heat presses against the thick muscle of his thigh. I remain behind her, guiding her hips while Rhys touches her breasts. Callum keeps his hands behind his back.

His entire body shakes from the effort. Sloane rocks against him. The first movement is slow. The next is harder. Water runs down all four of us. Rhys kisses her neck. I whisper against her ear.

“Use him.”

Callum groans.

Sloane grinds against his thigh. Pleasure builds across her expression. Her head falls back against my shoulder as Rhys’s mouth closes over one nipple. Callum watches. Unable to touch. Unable to control. Exactly where she wants him.

“Fuck,” Sloane gasps.

I tighten my hands around her hips and help her move.

“That’s it.”

Rhys bites gently. She cries out.

“Come on his thigh,” I whisper. “Show the Scarecrow who owns whom now.”

Callum’s eyes darken. Sloane’s movements become desperate. Her nails drag down his chest. His thigh flexes beneath her. The added pressure sends her over the edge. She comes with a broken scream, grinding against Callum while Rhys and I hold her upright. Callum tears his hands from behind his back and catches her before she falls. Sloane doesn’t correct him. She collapses against his chest. He wraps both arms around her. For once, I don’t make a joke. Rhys turns off the water. The sudden quiet feels intimate. Sloane opens one eye.

“None of you finished.”

I look down at my aching cock.

“We noticed.”

Her gaze travels over all three of us. A wicked smile touches her mouth.

“Bedroom.”