The water kept pouring down, wrapping the three of them in a cocoon of heat. Ethan's hands moved on instinct now, gliding over Everly's shaking body and Evelyn's soft curves, feeling the way they melted under his touch.
Everly pressed her chest against him, panting softly, her breath hot against his skin. Evelyn clung tighter to his arm, her face buried against his shoulder, her body trembling.
They were overwhelmed, but they didn't want to stop.
Neither did he.
His fingers slid lower between Everly's thighs, teasing her gently, feeling the way she clenched and trembled at his touch.
A soft whimper escaped her lips, and she pressed herself against him more firmly, chasing his hand shamelessly.
Ethan smiled against her damp hair.
His touch slowed, became more deliberate, tracing every sensitive spot, every little twitch, every shiver he could draw from her.
He wanted them to feel everything — not just the heat, but the closeness.
