Page 79 of What We Become

“So good,” I gasp.

Micah moves behind me. His hands hover beside my shoulders, close enough that I can feel their warmth through the steam.

“Can I touch you, baby girl?”

I turn my head enough to meet his eyes. “Please.”

His palms settle on my shoulders as he slides in close, water lapping between us. His chest is softer than Knox’s, his hands gentle as they stroke down to my elbows. He’s careful not to crowd my healing ribs, but I tip my head back, needing more. Micah nuzzles into the curve of my neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby girl.”

He kisses the damp curve of my neck, steady, deliberate, and then slides one hand to my chest.

“Micah.”

One palm brackets my breast, thumb circling the nipple. Sparks go all through me. The sensation so sharp I jerk, and Knox’s hands clamp down on my hips.

“Steady, Fury.”

A sound escapes me, high and broken, and Micah laughs against my throat, breathless and sweet. I push back into him, arching into his palm, offering more, and he takes it—cupping me fully, rolling the tight peak between finger and thumb with a pressure that makes my toes curl.

“Oh fuck,” I moan, rocking over Knox while Micah kneads my breasts. “God, I’ve missed this.”

“There she is,” Milo breathes from across the water. “There she fucking is.”

Heat gathers low in my belly, coiling outward. I grab the back of Knox’s neck for balance. I want more—more hands, more mouths, more eyes on me. The hunger inside me, bright and bottomless, has teeth.

I tip my head back and open my mouth on a shameless gasp.

Knox’s hands tighten at my waist, and his cock is hot, hard, and perfectly positioned between my thighs.

He lets me do all the moving. Lets me use him how I want. Lets me ruin myself, slow and aching, rubbing myself along the massive column of him.

Micah’s lips trace a slow path behind my ear. “How does it feel?” he whispers.

I can’t answer. My body does it for me—pulse racing, thighs tightening, every breath breaking apart before it reaches my mouth.

“Tell me,” Micah coaxes, his fingers circling my nipple until I want to scream. “Tell me how good it feels to grind against him.”

“God. So good. I can’t⁠—”

I break off on another moan as the thick pressure pulses inside me.

“Please, don’t stop.”

“We’re not,” Knox answers. His voice cracks on it. “We’re never stopping.”

Micah pinches my nipple and the surge of pleasure makes me jerk. I arch, exposed to every set of eyes.

I can’t look at them. I’m too close. All I can do is hold Knox’s shoulders while his hands guide my hips, each controlled roll carrying me closer to the edge.

“Easy, baby girl,” Micah soothes.

I shake my head. “No. More.”

I twist, just enough to find his mouth, and drag Micah’s lips to mine.

He kisses me like he’s starving. Deep and tongue-heavy, hands never stopping on my chest. He tastes of fruit and iced tea and need. I want his hands everywhere. All over me, all at once.