Page 119 of Baseball and Shifters

“Tell us if you need us to slow down,” I whisper. “We want to give you everything you need, but we don't want to hurt you.”

“I need this,” she breathes. “I need both of you.”

Bas passes Lucas a bottle of lube and he applies it generously. He moves slowly as he presses in behind her, a long groan vibrating through all of us as the bond flares bright.

“So tight,” he grunts. “So warm.”

“Look at you, Shadow Girl.” My voice is husky and lust filled. “Taking both of us like such a good girl.”

Her gasp is soft. Her fingers dig into my arms, clutching me to ground herself. I hold her through it, every second soaked in reverence and pleasure. No rush. Just the rhythm of us, the sync of breath and movement.

“Fates,” Lucas mutters, jaw tight. “You're perfect.”

The three of us move together, bodies locked in rhythm, hearts pounding in time. Rachel’s head falls back between us, moaning our names like a mantra. Her body burns against mine, filled and surrounded, thoroughly worshipped.

“I’m close again,” she whispers.

“Let go,” Lucas growls, voice thick with emotion. “We’ve got you, Moonbeam.”

She breaks like a storm, shattering in my arms. The wave of it hits me hard, my own release tearing through me just as Lucas curses behind her and follows. For a moment, we all freeze. Our hearts racing, our panting breaths coming in unison.

Rachel collapses between us, sweaty and glowing, her chest rising and falling with every shaky breath.

She hums, boneless and satisfied. “Remind me what life was like before this?”

“Less interesting,” Lucas offers.

“Definitely less messy,” I tease, taking the cloth Derrick offers and cleaning her up before using a second one on myself.

Rachel doesn’t reply or even move. Her eyes flutter shut as she fights to keep them open. “Sorry Bas… I-”

Bas leans over, kissing her temple. “Shh, Firefly. Rest. I’m not going anywhere.”

She offers him a sweet, sleepy smile. “Promise?”

“Promise,” he replies.

Within seconds, she’s out cold. Completely spent, tucked between me and Lucas. Derrick and Bas settle in around us and in moments we all join her in our dreams.

Rachel

Iwake up to find every inch of my body is sore and gloriously satisfied. My arm has fallen asleep and Lucas has my legs pinned to the mattress, making it hard to extricate myself, but I manage. When I finally free myself and stand, I look back to the bed to find a dazzling pair of hazel eyes staring at me.

“Good morning, Firefly,” Bas says with a grin.

Even propped up on one elbow with his hair a little mussed, I still have to keep myself from drooling at the sight of him.

“Morning,” I rasp, my voice still thick with sleep. “Up for joining me in the shower?”

Bas doesn’t even blink. He tosses the covers back and swings out of bed in one fluid motion. “Only if I get to wash you. Thoroughly.”

I’m too busy staring at him to answer. He stands, stretching like the tiger he is. Every muscle flexes, every line of him on display as he prowls toward me without a hint of shame.

By the time we get to the bathroom, I’m already warm, and not from the water.

Bas starts the shower, adjusting the temperature while I step in behind him. The moment the hot water hits my skin, I groan. “Oh my Gods. I might never leave this shower.”

“Careful,” Bas murmurs, “that sounds like an invitation.”

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