Page 52 of At Their Mercy: Part I

“Yeah, thanks bunches!” Noa agreed.

Kit was already suffocating in a sandwich between Colt and Mr. West, right where he wanted to be.

It made me wanna go home and show my men that I felt the same way about them.

The Tenleys were my forever.

It was all kinds of insane, but we didn’t get home until almost midnight. And since we’d all had alcohol, we’d had to walk the whole damn way to the beginning of the dirt road. Those five minutes had been brutal in wet clothes.

The shower at home was fucking amazing, though!

I tilted my head back and let the water rain down on my face, and I started scrubbing off the body wash. The faster I finished, the sooner I could take care of my Owners.

They were both sort of quiet. So was I. Maybe we didn’t need to talk—as long as nothing was wrong, I was good with silence. It was peaceful.

Daddy hugged me tightly from behind and kissed my shoulder.

His, um, urgency was poking me in the back.

I reached back and looped an arm around his neck, at the same time as I tugged Master closer to us. Their warmth fueled me and comforted me. It was like being plugged into a charger.

We got lost in greedy touches and deep kisses, the best kind of foreplay when we just wanted to reconnect in pleasure. It usually started in the shower for us, come to think of it. But that wasn’t weird. We loved showering together, and they were sluts for body worship under the hot spray.

I closed my eyes and reveled in feeling their big hands on me, gliding up and down my body. Then Master caught me in another hungry kiss, at the same time as Daddy slipped his middle finger between my ass cheeks.

I shuddered.

Time for bed. I needed to move freely and show them.

“Please,” I breathed.

Daddy hummed and kissed his way up my neck, and just when he pushed a finger inside me, he joined our kiss with force.

“Bed,” he whispered huskily.

Finally!

Sometimes, I didn’t know how the fuck they could multitask—or be so damn patient. I was ready to just shut off the water, towel off in a heartbeat, and sprint to the bed. But not them. They still took their time with the kissing, with the touching, stroking, fucking teasing…

Gah.

Every time we made progress, my pulse went through the roof. When Master turned off the water, I was like, now, now, now, now. But it felt like an eternity passed for them to reach for the towels and dry off. Like, come on. What was next? Was Daddy gonna shave too?

He gave me a knowing smirk as he wrapped the towel around his hips, showcasing that V I wanted to lick.

Owner dragged his own towel over his head, so he merely stood there with his hard cock on display.

My mouth watered. Maybe if I sank to my knees and⁠—

Daddy opened the door to the bathroom, and there went my pulse once more. Now, then? Now? Could we fuck already?

Why was their default pace mosey all of a sudden?

Master sighed contentedly and left his towel on the rack. Daddy leaned in and pressed a kiss to his jaw, then whispered something that sounded like, “I hope you’re not tired.”

Master smiled and shook his head.

Okay, cool. Let’s go.