Page 176 of Burning Bridges Duet

“Shower time!” Ryder whoops, scooping me up like I’m a prize.

He bolts down the hall, my laughter echoing as the others follow. The bathroom’s massive, all-white tiles and a rainfall shower big enough for a damn orgy.

Which is, yeah, convenient right now.

Ryder sets me down, already yanking off his shirt. “Clothes off, baby.”

I strip fast—tee, leggings, bra, panties—while they do the same. Jaxon’s Henley hits the floor, Chase’s curls bounce as he tosses his shirt, River’s frame flexes as he steps out of his jeans, and Ryder’s piercing glints as he kicks off his boxers. Water hisses on, steam fills the space, and I’m surrounded by four naked, gorgeous men, all eyes on me.

Just the way I like it.

Chase steps in first, pulling me under the spray. Warm water cascades over us, and he kisses me hard, hands sliding down my wet back to grip my ass. “Been thinking about this all day,” he murmurs against my lips.

Out of nowhere, Jaxon’s behind me, chest to my back. His rough hands cup my breasts, calloused thumbs circling my nipples slowly, torturously slowly, until they’re tight, aching peaks.

“What do you say, guys?” he rumbles in my ear. “Has our girl earned another treat today? You been good for us, sunshine?”

The pinch that follows is sharp, and pain blooms into pleasure as I arch hard, a gasp tearing from my throat. “Yes… fuck, yes…”

“She so has,” River murmurs to my left, tilting my chin with gentle fingers. His kiss is slower, deeper, tongue teasing mine in lazy strokes that make my knees buckle. His free hand trails down my stomach, tracing the line of my hip, dipping lower, teasing the edge of where I’m already throbbing.

Ryder’s on my right, teeth grazing my shoulder before he bites—hard—then soothes the sting with a slow lick of his tongue. His pierced cock brushes my thigh, and I shiver, reaching for him blindly.

“Greedy baby.” He chuckles, nipping my earlobe. “We’ve got you.”

I’m drowning in them, and it’s perfect.

Chase drops to his knees, water streaming over his curls, eyes locked on mine as he spreads my thighs wide. “Hold her.”

Jaxon’s arms lock around my waist, pinning me to his chest. River and Ryder each grip a thigh to keep me open, exposed, and trembling. Chase’s tongue teases my clit with one slow lick, and I moan, head falling back against Jaxon’s shoulder, while water cascades over us.

“Fuck, you taste good,” Chase groans out, sucking hard, rolling my clit between his lips until my hips jerk.

My legs shake, but they hold me steady, four points of contact, four men worshiping me.

Jaxon’s mouth is on my neck, teeth scraping, then licking the sting away. “You’re ours, sunshine. Every inch.” His fingers roll my nipples, tugging and twisting.

I’m panting, begging with every ragged breath, the contrast of his roughness and Chase’s teasing pushing me to the edge.

Chase sucks my clit hard, teeth grazing just enough to make me cry out, and River’s hand slides between my legs, two fingers pushing inside me alongside Chase’s tongue. “So wet for us,” River murmurs, while curling his fingers to hit that spot that makes my vision spark white.

“Fuck… Chase,” I moan out.

His tongue flicks faster, and River’s fingers thrust deeper, matching the rhythm, and I’m gone. Pleasure crashes over me like a wave. I scream, body clenching around River’s fingers, Chase’s mouth never stopping, sucking me through it until I’m shaking and sobbing his name.

After a few breaths, Jaxon and the twins set my feet back on the floor, but I’m still panting when Ryder chuckles against the side of my head. “My turn.”

He spins me and presses me against the tile, the cool surface a shock against my overheated skin.

“Fuck baby,” he growls out, lifting one of my legs to wrap around his waist. His piercing drags against my entrance teasingly, and he thrusts in slowly, stretching me open.

I gasp, back arching, while my nails rake down his back.

“Jesus, I love how you take me.” His voice is ragged as he starts to move, hard, deep, and perfect. Water sluices between us, his piercing hitting every nerve, and I’m already climbing again.

Jaxon’s on my left now, grabbing my chin and kissing the gasp from my lips that Ryder just fucked out of me. The kiss is filthy, his tongue fucking my mouth in time with Ryder’s thrusts. His hand slides down my stomach to work my clit, rough circles that make me sob into his mouth.

Hands are on my breasts, and the way they are squeezing them in that careful way tells me it’s River. All of them keep going until I’m a mess of moans, panting for breath.