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“Oh fuck—”

“Are you going to come for me, little storm?”

“Yes!” She gasped out a cry as she writhed in my arms.

“Yes, baby, just like that,” I murmured.

I watched with rapture as the pleasure took over her face. She pulsed around my cock with delicious abandon until I had no choice but to follow her. Her hand rested on my heart that hammered wildly as I came down from the high. Her forehead was against my chest while she caught her own breath. I met Seven’s eyes over her head where he was obviously awake. Not sure who’d be able to sleep through that.

“That was hot,” he said.

Without lifting her head, Emersyn’s hand flew backward as she sought him out. He took her hand and entwined his fingers with hers before bringing it around her waist. He settled closer to us. His arm rested against my abs and a fire erupted again at the heat of his skin. He looked at me curiously, but before it could get weird, there was a knock on the door. When none of us said anything, the knock quickly became banging. Seven leaned away from Emersyn and looked toward the door.

“What the fuck?” He shouted.

“Do none of you look at your phones?” It was Knight. “There’s a sitrep in ten minutes!”

Seven groaned and buried his face into Emersyn’s neck. She giggled, but it quickly became a sigh. None of us wanted to go sit through a situation report. Talk about a buzz kill.

“I should probably shower,” she muttered.

“I’ll go start one for you,” Seven said. “In fact, we should probably shower together. Save time.”

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SEVEN

I stepped into the shower before the water heated. I stood with my back to the door, hands on the walls, and let the cold seep into my bones. Watching G and Emersyn together had lit a fire in my blood, and if I had any hope of going downstairs without embarrassing myself, I needed to dampen it somehow.

I sensed her behind me. Her hand traced one of the vivid scars across my back. She reached the end and started on another one. Her touch didn’t help my cock that had decided to harden after she’d barely finished the first pass. I sighed. No help for it.

I turned to see a curious look on her face—it wasn’t pity, but I hadn’t expected that since she had similar scars of her own. It was like she was focused—committed to paying each one the respect it deserved. It made something hard settle in my throat. I shoved it aside and wrapped my arms around her.

“Did I mention I plan on doing that to each one of yours too?”

She put her arms around my neck. “I want to hear all of their stories.”

“You tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine, baby.”

In answer, she kissed me. The water steamed around us as our kiss grew just as hot. We nipped and sucked, and our tongues dueled until my cock ached and I sensed G’s presence. Whatever had awoken in G, with Emersyn between us, was something I’d never seen in his eyes before, and I was down for it.

I’d be a fool to say I’d never thought about him like that. He’d visited my imagination during a few sessions with my hand in the past. But, I’d never done anything because I always thought he was straight. We had a bond that transcended every other conventional relationship. Deeper than friends, brothers, soldiers—when I was with him, I felt safe, whole and utterly seen. The only thing that hadn’t bloomed between us was the physical aspect and I’d been okay with that.

But, now, after seeing that look in his eyes, and as I watched the steam wrap around him, and the drops of water run down the ridges of his abs, I wasn’t sure. My attention settled on his dick. Nothing I hadn’t seen before, but he definitely had a nice one. I bit my lip, only to drag my gaze up to find him watching me with a scowl. Oops.

I wanted to push things, but instead I smirked and winked before I turned my attention back to Emersyn. I knew he was spooked so I’d be careful. I could be gentle—for now. Emersyn’s hand ran down my abs to my cock, and when her hand wrapped around it, I hissed.

“Fuck, baby girl,” I groaned. “I didn’t want our first time to be a quickie, but you keep stroking me like that, I’m not going to have a choice.”

Her hand disappeared and she bit her lip. “We don’t have to—”

“That’s up to you,” I kissed her shoulder. “I can always make it up to you in a bed later.”

There was that quiet laugh of hers that always sent a thrill straight through me. Like a fucking drug addict, I sought it out. Or, maybe I was more of a collector because I remembered every single one of her laughs. Emersyn put her hand back on my cock and stroked until precum beaded at my tip and my muscles bunched in restraint.

“I think you can make it up to me,” she said slyly.

“Good answer.” I slid my hands down the backs of her thighs and picked her up. Her arms tightened around my neck. I backed her up until she was against G’s chest. His arms snuck between us, and she released her hold on me to lean back.