CHAPTER NINETEEN

Carter's fingers lather shampoo into my hair. Massaging my scalp. Killian's at my front, his hands rubbing liquid soap to my sensitive skin.

We stand under the water spray in Killian's shower. I've never been here, in this bathroom that's identical to Carter's. Their bedrooms look a lot alike too.

Their personalities, as well.

I see that now. Both are dominating and caring. Degrading and praising. Thoughtful lovers who wouldn't hesitate to pull my hair or bruise my flesh.

That's why we connect so easily. Why soon, very soon, selfies of the three of us will be decorating Killian's bedroom walls. Then the bedrooms will be truly identical.

"Hmm." I smile at the idea.

"Pet." Carter"s palm cradles my jaw from behind, tilting my head up to him. I close my eyes, and he's careful, washing the suds off my hair. "What's going on in your deviant mind?"

A lot of things.

Starting with getting the two of them to express their feelings to each other. I should go slow. Ask if this was a one-off. Say I wish it weren't. That I don't give a fuck what my parents would make of us. Because I don't.

My soul levitates around them. Their connection purely magical.

Amara, get fucking real.

Yup. I should. No one's promised me anything. Shit could get weird once we leave this shower. I get it.

So weird that Killian might ask me to pack up and leave.

Sigh.

So many questions and discussions to bring up. Except, now's neither the time nor place for it.

Besides, their hands on me feel too good to ruin it with depressing shit.

"Nothing," I mumble eventually, surrendering my body and heart to them. At least for the time being. "I'm good. Happy."

"We hurt you." Killian strokes my pierced nipple reverently.

Even through closed eyes, I hear the concern in his voice. He doesn't regret marking me. Wounding me. Reducing me to a screaming, writhing hole for them to pound into.

None of that, thank fuck.

But he does care. He wants it to feel good.

I'll never say no to that.

"What are you going to do about it?" I peek at him through one eye.

The water doesn't reach where Killian is standing. Errant drops splash on his chest and sculpted abs, nothing more. His eyes aren't dark anymore. Though they've returned to their regular brown color, he still watches over me like a hawk.

I don't expect him to be sweet. Can't imagine him smiling with affection or treating me as though I'm made of glass. But I can tell he's trying to understand me. To find out what I like. It's so fucking sweet I could squeal.

Maybe there is hope for the three of us.

What's more, Carter doesn't give him the answers. My muffin only offers Killian the necessary stuff like my safeword or how a shower or a bath as part of my aftercare are what soothes me the most. He wants Killian to make an effort. For me.

Carter presses his warm, slick front to my back. He kisses the side of my neck. The pads of his fingers stroke the sides of my breasts, his cock growing against my ass.

"Hmm." Killian watches my nipples hardening. The goosebumps spread across my skin. His large palms cup my breasts, squeezing gently, massaging them.

I sigh at the immense pleasure they're giving me. My head drops to the side, my body letting them do what they will.

Carter takes a step back, carrying me with him. Killian follows until the three of us are under the strong, delicious spray of the shower. Rivulets of hot water run down our bodies, and my eyes flutter shut again.

"That's how you like it, beautiful girl?" Killian's lips rest on my forehead while he keeps touching me everywhere. "To be revered after you've been thoroughly fucked? That's it?"

"I'd say I kind of earned it."

My sassy reply earns me Killian's smile spreading on my forehead. Carter chuckles, biting my shoulder.

"You have." Killian's hands slide down to my belly, rubbing circles around it before settling over Carter's hands.

Killian doesn't take me away from Carter. He moves in, pinning his hard cock to my stomach. He does nothing to even suggest he wants to shove it in me, though. Just like Carter doesn't. Something tells me he wouldn't. That he really cares to learn about me. About us.

Maybe he'll even let me stay.

"You've been so good." Killian's lips find my wounded temple, his tongue licking circles around it.

"Our good girl." I feel Carter opening his fingers to enlace them with Killian's. He gives my skin open kisses with his mouth. "Our perfect pet."

Their fingers explore my waist and each other. I can tell they're rubbing them, squeezing each other's hands. My heart swells and gallops at that.

Touching me, fucking me, praising me, it isn't taboo. Their relationship, that's different. That'll take some getting used to.

I mean, I know Carter's history. He's been honest about being with both men and women, told me that when we started dating. I think it's hot. Being free to love who you want to love can never be wrong.

He told me about his stepdad, too. Up until three years ago, Carter had seen men and women sneak out of their penthouse. Killian's never let anyone sleep over. Then one day, it stopped. Just around that time, Carter stopped fucking around.

I've never connected the dots. I don't think Carter has, either. We do now. The poor men were in love with each other and had been holding back. Whether it be the fear of change or what society could say, they've been fighting their attraction.

If Killian doesn't kick me out, I'll fix that. I'll hold their hands, help them take this huge leap.

Not like I think they'll need me. With their fingers interlacing on my body, it's obvious the walls are starting to crack around their carefully erected walls.

"Smiling again." Killian's lips aren't on my temple anymore, though, his voice is still close. He's amused. Doesn't think I'm weird.

I giggle; I'm so happy.

Carter tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "Care to share, pet?"

My eyes open. I blink against the water cascading down my face. Killian towers over me, his hair wet, his gaze curious. I twist my head to the side, watching Carter's black hair soaked on his forehead. His gray eyes lit up.

"If you want something"—Killian grips me harder—"you ask for it."

"Anything at all," Carter adds. Both of them tighten their hold on me. Giving me lots of sweet torture. "It's yours."

Another giggle escapes me. I should've guessed they'd complete each other's sentences. I can't wait to find out what else I was right about.

"Now I know you're thinking something dirty." Carter glides his hands higher, taking Killian's with him.

"Say it." Killian uses his dominating tone.

I rake my teeth along my bottom lip. "I…"

Carter pushes against my back. Killian to my front.

Their hard bodies mash my softer frame. Their controlling presence overwhelms me. I'm overtaken by their beauty.

"You…?" Killian probes.

"I want your lips."

I'm aware that asking for anything overly intimate might be pushing it. So, same as before, I tread lightly. A kiss isn't as huge of a deal as Lather soap on Carter's body, or Massage muffin's silky hair. It doesn't take much work. It's just a kiss.

Mouths and tongues are easier. We've done it already, kind of.

Not the three of us.

Carter's hand curls around my throat, and he tilts my head up, offering me to Killian. A groan escapes me when Carter's scruff chafes on my cheek, a sign that he's there for me. For us.

Killian leans in, one of his hands on my cheek.

Before he presses his lips to mine, I shake my head.

"Yours and Carter's." I part mine, inviting them. "Together."

"Not as filthy as I thought." Carter applies the slightest pressure to tilt my head up. "Still love the idea."

Butterflies assault my stomach at the mention of the word love from Carter. We haven't said our I love yous yet, but I can sense it coming.

Can smell it.

Can feel it when he presses the corner of his mouth to mine. Our eyes lock on Killian's. Calling him.

One of his hands remains firm on my cheek. The other one lets go of my waist. Of Carter.

For a brief moment, I worry he'll revert to the strict version of himself. That he might think we're too much. Everything's so new.

Killian eliminates my fears. He inches closer. Raises his hand to cup Carter's jaw. Presses his lips to where Carter's and mine connect.

Wow.

My heart races as their mouths touch mine. They move their lips, their tongues exploring mine and each other's, and fuck, I struggle to breathe.

This is everything I've dreamed it would be.

I cling on to Killian, locking my knees to keep them from buckling. It feels too good to be true. I'm at a melting temperature, and the hot water has nothing to do with it.

It's them. Our lips glide smoothly together. We lick and nip at each other's mouths and tongues, diving deeper. Breathing harder. Hands and hot bodies touch and caress and stroke. I can't tell where they end and I begin. I just can't.

I inhale their scent. I feel them. Until the water goes cold, until I'm well and truly spent, I revel in the most wonderful symphony ever known to mankind.

They help me out of the bathroom, then the two men dry me off. One of them carries me to Killian's bed. I have no idea who, since my eyes are heavy and my brain is foggy. I'm exhausted and blissed out.

I'm out of it. And this out-of-it state gives me the courage I need to ask, behind closed eyes. "Can I stay here?"

The firm "Yes" and "Always" wash over me and send me straight into a peaceful sleep.