Page 177 of Burning Bridges Duet

When Jaxon lets me come up for air, Chase is behind Ryder, stroking himself slowly, eyes dark as he watches his brother move inside me, water dripping from his lashes.

“Switch,” Jaxon grunts out, and Ryder pulls out with a slick, teasing drag of his piercing, making me whimper at the loss.

Before I can catch my breath, Jaxon’s hands are on me, sliding down the backs of my thighs. His hazel eyes lock onto mine, and I’m weightless as he lifts me like I’m nothing, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His body is a furnace, pinning me against the tile, but this time, the chill doesn’t register.

He doesn’t wait, doesn’t tease, just slides in, filling me so completely my vision sparks white. I moan, loud and broken, the sound echoing off the shower walls, swallowed by the hiss of water.

“That’s it, sunshine. Take it,” he growls out, chuckling low and dark, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. His hand fists my wet hair, yanking my head back just enough to expose my throat as he thrusts, each one punching the air from my lungs, his cock hitting places that make my toes curl. His eyes never leave mine, pinning me as much as his body does. “Eyes on me,” he orders. “Wanna see you fall apart.”

I couldn’t look away, even if I wanted to.

Everything else slips away, my focus solely on him. There is nothing else. No one else. Just Jaxon. His grip, his voice, the way he’s undoing me one ruthless thrust at a time.

Each one comes faster, harder now, hips slamming into me, and my nails dig into his shoulders, scrambling for purchase as he fucks me against the wall.

“Jaxon… it’s too much, fuck—” I gasp.

Chase’s laugh cuts through from my left, bringing me back. “Look at her, taking him like a fuckin’ champ.”

River’s voice is softer. “She’s so beautiful when she gets fucked hard.”

Jaxon’s growl vibrates against my throat as he bites down, and it feels like he’s marking me. His hand in my hair tightens, pulling until my scalp stings, and I clench around him, hard, drawing a guttural “fuck” from his lips. His thrusts turn punishing, hips snapping, cock dragging against every nerve, and I’m spiraling again, so close it hurts.

“Please…” I sob, my body trembling.

“Come for me,” Jaxon demands when his fingers find my already overstimulated clit, eyes burning into mine, his voice a command I can’t disobey. “Now.”

I shatter, screaming his name, my body clamping down on him as pleasure rips through me, wave after wave. Jaxon groans, and the second I stop squeezing him, he pulls out, panting heavily.

His grip on my hair loosens as he sets my feet on the floor and buries his face in my neck, breathing hard. “Good girl,” he rasps, kissing the bite mark he left, and I melt, held up only by his arms. “But I want to come on your pretty face today.”

River’s hands are soft as he turns me to face him. “More or less, beautiful?”

“More,” I answer without thinking.

I need all of them.

He too lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist. Ryder’s behind me, his hands gripping my hips, helping hold me up against River, keeping me steady in the cascading water. River’s kisses are soft but hungry, lips brushing mine before his tongue slips in. Then his eyes lock on mine, blue and endless, as he enters me as if he’s savoring every inch.

“Love you,” he whispers, his voice like a caress as he moves in deep, measured thrusts that make my breath hitch. My hands tangle in his wet hair, pulling him closer, nails scraping his scalp as I cling to him.

When he picks up the pace, I lean back against Ryder, and Rivers’ mouth drops to my breast, lips closing around my nipple, sucking gently at first, then harder, tongue flicking until I’m moaning into the steam. Ryder’s hands tighten on my hips, his chest pressed to my back, and his hard length against my ass.

“Fuck, baby, you’re perfect,” he murmurs, his fingers digging into my skin to keep me steady as River fucks me.

River’s thrusts are just hard enough to make me gasp, his mouth switching to my other nipple, sucking hard, his teeth grazing. “So beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin, one hand sliding up to cup my face, thumb brushing my cheek.

I’m lost in him, in the way he makes me feel cherished even as he drives me wild, my body arching into every touch.

Teetering on the edge, I am so close, but before I can come, he eases out, a little reluctantly, his lips brushing mine in a kiss so tender it makes my chest ache. “One more to go, beautiful,” he whispers, lowering me gently, his hands steady on my hips.

Instantly, Ryder’s there, his calloused hands guiding me through the steam to Chase, who’s still stroking himself, eyes dark with raw want, curls dripping water down his chiseled chest.

He pulls me close, lips crashing into mine, kissing me like he’s starving. His tongue invades my mouth, claiming, tasting, and I moan into him, my body still buzzing from River.

“Loving you feels so fucking good,” he growls out, then he spins me, hands gripping my hips, and slides in from behind with one smooth, hard thrust that punches the air from my lungs.

I cry out, palms slapping against the tile as I catch myself, fingers splaying for purchase while my body jolts forward.