As soon as we get back to the house, we all split off in different directions. I order enough Mexican food to feed a whole hockey team and it’ll be here in an hour. Meanwhile, Jake and Cay are wrestling the beach stuff out of the car and Ilmari wandered upstairs to take a shower.
We’re all thoroughly covered in sand and crusty seawater. I pat my messy bun, watching my sun-kissed reflection in the entry mirror do the same. Jogging up the stairs, I pad down the hall into Jake’s room and drop my sticky beach clothes to the floor of the bathroom, turning on the double shower heads.
The room slowly fills with steam as I step under the deliciously hot spray, the jet of water stinging my sunburned shoulders. I make quick work of scrubbing the worst of the sand off my body. The little green loofah does the best he can to rid me of all remnants of the sea.
I dip my head under the spray, dragging my nails across my scalp as I work in a clarifying shampoo. My eyes are closed, rinsing out the shampoo, when the bathroom door opens.
“Room for one more?” Caleb calls.
“Mhmm,” I say, turning towards the spray to wash the soap out of my eyes.
“I think I have half the beach lodged in my ass crack,” he mutters, reaching around me for the tired loofah.
I smile, handing him the bottle of body wash. “Where’s Jake?”
“He drew the short straw,” he replies, working the loofah into a lather and dragging it down his sandy legs.
“What does that mean?”
“Means he’s stuck outside giving Sy a bath.”
I snort. “You can talk tough like you don’t love that dog all you want,” I tease. “But we all know you’re a smitten kitten.”
He raises a dark brow at me, pouty lips pursed. “A smitten kitten?”
“Yeah,” I reply, wiping a dollop of suds off his chin. He’s working a whole five o’clock shadow look that just does it for me. I trail both my hands up, resting them on his shoulders. “I’ve decided I think you’re a cat.”
“A cat?”
“Yeah…moody, temperamental, aloof, judgmental—”
“This is great, Hurricane. Really making a guy feel good here.”
I laugh, pulling him closer until his sudsy body glides against my wet skin. “And clever, confident, independent.” I kiss a different part of his face with each word. “Loyal to a fault.”
He drops the loofah, his hands banding around my waist.
Taking my shot, I gaze up at him. “You need to tell Jake you’re in love with him.”
“I already did,” he replies leaning in to kiss my wet neck.
“You said you love him,” I correct. “He already knows that. He doesn’t know you’re in love with him.”
He stills in my arms. “Rachel—”
“He deserves to know. Whatever it is keeping you silent, you deserve to have a voice too,” I press. “Tell him how you feel.”
“It’s too much too fast,” he mutters.
“He’s talking marriage here, Cay,” I counter. “Babies and holidays and forever. He’s all in, but he doesn’t know what he’s in for. You could be so good together, Cay. Good to him, good for him. And we both know he’d light up your life in ways I can’t—”
“Rachel—”
“I’m not being self-deprecating here,” I add quickly. “My heart didn’t feel complete with Mars missing. And yours doesn’t feel complete without him. It doesn’t hurt my feelings to know with total clarity that I’m not enough for you, Cay. We are complex, emotional beings that live such full and beautiful lives. To think that one singular person can provide us with everything we need to best live out that life is…well, silly,” I add with a shrug.
“You make it sound so easy,” he mutters.
“So long as you’re not being honest with him, you’re not being honest. Period. Mars talked about swinging hammers at our house of glass? House, meet Caleb Sanford and his paralyzing fear of letting someone requite his love.”
“You wanna talk about hammers and glass houses?” he challenges. “Mars.”
“What about him?”
“Everything about him,” he huffs. “He’s a total mystery to us. Is he in this? Is he willing to share you? And I don’t just mean in a ‘we’re all separately having sex with you’ kind of way. Jake and I want a unit, Rachel. We want a fucking team. He’s gotta get in or get out.”
I swallow my nerves. “You’ve been talking about him?”
“All the fucking time. And Jake and I are on the same page with this. Ask him if you think I’m lying.”
“I don’t think you’re lying, Cay,” I reply gently. “What do you need him to do?”
“Prove that he’s in this for real. We should all be together in this house. We don’t care that you fuck him, but he doesn’t get to keep you all night halfway across town. And he needs to get on board with sharing you,” he adds, giving me a level look. “We’re sick of walking around on eggshells with him.”
“I really think he’ll get there,” I reply. “He wants this too. He wants a family. He’s just a slow mover.”
“Well, help him along.”
I puff out my chest, meeting him stare for stare. “Alright, Mr. Bossy. Let’s make it interesting. I handle the Mars situation, and you confess your undying love to Jake. First one to hear them say, ‘I love you too’ wins.”
He raises a dark brow at me and smirks. “You think it’ll be so easy to reel Mars in?”
I smile back, patting his cheek like the competitive little shit I am. “Oh, sweet Cay. I’m afraid you’re just a house cat. And this is a lion fight.”
He huffs a laugh. “What are you gonna do, Hurricane?”
I tip up on my toes and kiss him. “What do hurricanes do best?”
He groans, his hands trailing down to cup my ass. “They spin shit up.”
I smile against his mouth. “Damn right. Now, you’re gonna press me up against the wall and pretend like you’re fucking me—”
“Pretend?” he growls, both brows shooting up in indignation.
“Trust me, baby. You don’t want to be in me for what comes next. I can’t guarantee your safety.”
His smile falls. “Oh, what the fuck are you gonna do?”
I shrug with a smile. “I’ve just been practicing something, and I want to see if it works.”
“Practicing? What the—”
“Mars!” I call out, my voice echoing around the bathroom. “Ilmariiii!”
Caleb grunts, glancing over his shoulder. “What is this, the call of the kraken?”
“Get on your knees, Cay. Tease my pussy.”
“You’re fucking psycho,” he mutters, dropping down to his good knee.
I drag my fingers through his wet hair, lifting a leg over his shoulder. Tipping my head back, I let out a little moan as Caleb wastes no time tonguing my clit. God, all my boys are great with their tongues.
“Rakas?” comes Ilmari’s deep voice from the bedroom. “Are you in here?”
Taking a deep breath, I say the little phrase I’ve been practicing. “Kulta,” I call in my best siren’s voice. “Tule tänne.”
He barges into the bathroom and I let out a little moan of excitement. I know the moment he sees Cay through the steam because I can hear his feral growl over the sound of the dual shower heads.
“Kulta,” I say again. “Mä haluun sut. Tule tänne.”
The door to the shower flings open as Mars comes barging in fully dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. He lunges for Caleb, pulling him off by the shoulder, leaving me scrambling to right myself, both hands pressed against the tiled wall.
He flings Caleb away, his back slamming the glass of the shower with a muttered curse. Then Mars is boxing me in, his noses inches from mine, water raining down his face, soaking his shirt. “What did you just say?”
I smile up at him, tugging on the hem of his wet shirt. “You heard me,” I tease.
He jerks his shirt off, letting it drop to the shower floor. “Say it again.”
“Mä haluun sut,” I murmur, my hand stroking down the middle of his bare chest. “I want you, Ilmari.”
“No, the other thing,” he growls.
“Kulta,” I repeat with a smile, my hands lifting to tangle in his golden hair. “Kultaseni—”
The words have barely passed my lips and he’s kissing me, wrapping me in his arms. We both fight to get his pants off. The jeans are slicked to his massive tree trunk legs. We peel them down until they’re trapped around his ankles.
His proud cock juts out between us, and I wrap both my hands around it, stroking him tight. He curses in Finnish, moving his hips against my hands. Then he wraps both hands firmly around my waist. “Jump,” he mutters.
With a gasp, I push off the ground as he lifts me. His hips slam me against the tiles of the wall as he notches his cock at my pussy and lets me sink down. My back arches as he pulls on my hips, burying himself in me.
“Ohmygod—” I cry out, my head tipping back as he pumps his hips against me.
Remembering my goal, I open my eyes, reaching out my hand. “Cay,” I cry. “Cay, baby please. Mars, I want him too,” I pant with each slam of his hips. “Kulta, please. I need him too. Need you both. Fill me. Fuck me. Please—”
Caleb stands three feet back, leaning against the shower glass. “What do you say, Mars? You were curious about my dick before. How about I shove it in our girl’s ass and let you feel all four of these barbells up close and personal?”
I pant, holding still in his arms, waiting for him to decide.
“Yes,” he growls. “Sanford, come.”
“This isn’t the Rays locker room,” he replies, not moving. “You want my cock, you call me by my name. And you look at me when you ask,” he adds.
I hold my breath, watching as Mars turns to look at Cay.
“Caleb,” he says in that deep voice. “Come.”
With a wolfish smile, Caleb pushes off the glass wall and steps around to the other side of us. He reaches up to the top shelf for the bottle of lube. “Turn her for me.”
I wrap my arms and legs more tightly around Mars as he pulls me off the wall, my whole weight balanced in his arms, his cock impaling me. Oh god, I didn’t think this through. This will be too tight a fit. It’ll be—
“Oh—fuck—” I whimper, my muscles tightening as Caleb shoves two lubed up fingers into my ass.
“Easy, baby,” Caleb soothes. “Relax for us. You’re already so tight with Mars inside you. How does he feel?”
I calm at the tone of his voice. “So good,” I whisper, my voice all but lost over the pounding of the shower heads.
“But you’re not satisfied are you, Hurricane?” Caleb teases. “You love to get fucked. Love to be shared. Love being watched.”
“Yes,” I sigh, my body relaxing as he stretches me out.
It’s all Mars can do to hold still and let Cay work.
“You want all your men, don’t you?” Caleb says, brushing his wet lips over my shoulder. “You want to be filled three times over. Mars in your tight pussy, me in your ass, Jake pounding that smart mouth. God, you’d look like a queen. You’d drip with our cum from every hole.”
At his dirty words, Mars groans. “Hurry the fuck up, San—Caleb.”
Caleb chuckles. “Hear something you like, Mars? You want to see our girl filled with three cocks?”
“Stop teasing her, and do it,” he growls.
“Am I only teasing her now?” he replies, my eternal shit-stirrer. “You seem pretty interested, Mars. Is it the cum? You like the mental image of our girl dripping from every hole?”
Mars twitches inside me and Caleb pulls his fingers out of my ass. “Oh shit…” he murmurs. “You do, don’t you? Mars, do you like cum play? Shit, we can have so much fun if you’re down to get our girl a little messy. You should have said something sooner.”
“Shut up and get in her ass,” Mars orders.
“Yes, sir,” Caleb replies, squirting the lube down his dick and slathering it. “Breathe in, baby,” he says, the tip of his cock tapping at my tight hole. “Breathe out like a good fucking girl. Let’s show your goalie why three is more fun. Mars, bend your knees a bit. We’re not all giants,” he teases.
The guys maneuver themselves so that Ilmari is pressed against the wall, using it for balance as he bends his knees. Caleb steps in close. I moan as I feel him push his way inside me. He teases, moving his tip in and out, those barbells rubbing me so good. I’m a panting mess when he slams forward, his cock sliding in deep.
“No niin,” Ilmari groans, his head arching back as he feels the first glide of Caleb’s pierced cock along his shaft. “Fuck—I can’t—”
“Hold on, man,” Caleb huffs. “Don’t fucking move. Hold her still, and I’ll have you both seeing stars.” He grips tight to my hips and goes to work, pounding up and in, sliding almost all the way out before he buries himself to the hilt again and again.
Mars is muttering curses and I’m about to scream.
“I’m coming,” I cry out. “Cay—baby—” But I can’t hold on, can’t stave it off. The orgasm comes crashing through me and then I’m pulsing around my guys, strangling their cocks, my core humming as it contracts over and over. I’m boneless, my body melting against Mars as he cries out his release, his hot seed pumping into my greedy cunt.
“Almost—fucking—there—” Caleb pants, jerking his hips against me until he’s crying out, his cum filling my ass.
I moan as I chase that perfect feeling of being so full. The high of my orgasm is at its peak. The only thing left is to come floating down. Caleb pulls out of me and staggers back against the tiled wall, his chest heaving as he recovers his breath.
“Help me,” Mars mutters. He’s such a mess, he can’t safely get me down.
Caleb steps forward, hands on my hips, and they both lift me as they set me on my feet. I sway like a seagrass, feeling such heat and emptiness throbbing between my legs. They clean me up, Caleb turning off the water, as Mars wraps me in a bathrobe. Picking me up in his arms, he carries me to Jake’s big bed. We all fall into it, Mars and Caleb naked to either side of me, my wet hair fanning out against the pillow that smells like Jake.
“Well, Mars?” Caleb says on a breath. “You done pretending you don’t like sharing her?”
A sleepy smile tips my lips as I glance up, gazing into Ilmari’s handsome face.
“Yes,” he mutters.
My heart flutters and I curl up against him, my face pressed against his warm skin.
“Good,” Caleb replies on a tired sigh. “Stick with us, Kinnunen. Your place is here now.”
I don’t know if Ilmari responds. I’m too tired and blissed out to stay awake a moment longer.
