Setting Eva on the edge of the tub, I helped her remove my sweater and Alek’s jersey, revealing the full canvas of her body—marked with the evidence of our possession. Fingerprint bruises adorned her hips, red handprints bloomed on her ass and thighs, and bite marks formed a constellation across her neck and breasts.
“Beautiful,” Cole murmured, his eyes tracing each mark and curve with possessive pride.
Eva blushed. That duality—the wanton creature who had taken all three of us on a hockey bench and this adorable woman who flushed at a compliment—endlessly fascinated me.
“Into the water,” I urged, helping her step into the tub. She sank down with a grateful sigh, the tension visibly draining from her body as the hot water enveloped her.
“Join me?” she asked, looking up at us through her lashes.
Cole was already stripping off his shirt, and Alek appeared in the doorway with a tray of water bottles and small snacks.
“Hydrate first,” he insisted, handing her a bottle before setting the tray within reach. “Then, we can play more.”
The promise in his voice made her shiver despite the steam rising around her. I shed my clothes and slid into the tub behind her, pulling her back against my chest. Cole joined us, sitting opposite so he could massage Eva’s legs under the water.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, pressing a kiss to her temple as I ran a washcloth gently over her shoulders.
“Good. Whole. At peace,” she said, dropping her head back against my chest, “for the first time in weeks.”
“I’m sorry,” Cole said abruptly, his hands stilling on her calves. “For everything.”
“You’ve already apologized,” she replied gently.
“We blackmailed you, baby girl,” Alek said. He’d stripped down to his boxers and sat on the edge of the tub, his hand coming to rest on Eva’s wet hair.
She laughed quietly. “Yes, you did. But you also—” She stopped and squirmed in my lap, drawing a moan out of me. “You also gave me exactly what I needed.”
“Speaking of needs,” Cole interjected, his hands sliding higher up Eva’s thighs, “some of mine haven’t been fully satisfied yet.”
The heat in his gaze had nothing to do with the bathwater. Eva’s breath hitched, her body responding instantly to his touch.
“After she’s clean and fed,” Alek directed, standing.
Cole looked ready to argue but subsided when Evanodded in agreement, her soft smile an arrow directly to my heart. “Food first. Then, you can have your wicked way with me again.”
To my surprise, Cole acquiesced, washing her with reverent hands. By the time we helped her from the tub, her skin was flushed pink and her eyes had regained some of their sparkle.
I wrapped her in one of Alek’s plush towels, rubbing her dry with careful attention to the marks on her skin. Cole disappeared briefly, returning with a jar of arnica cream he applied to the darkening bruises on her thighs and hips.
“Who are you, and what have you done with Cole?” Eva teased, wincing slightly as his fingers pressed on a particularly dark mark.
“Just taking care of my toys,” he retorted, but his touch remained featherlight, and he bent to kiss her shoulder.
Alek had laid out food in his bedroom—cheese, fruit, crackers, cold meats—and opened a bottle of wine. We settled Eva in the middle of his enormous bed, propped up on pillows, and took turns feeding her small bites.
The domesticity of it struck me as surreal after the raw intensity of earlier.
“Enough,” Eva said finally, pushing away Cole’s hand as he offered another grape. “I want—” She trailed off, her eyes darkening with renewed desire.
“What do you want, malyshka?” Alek prompted, his hand sliding possessively up her thigh.
“All of you. Again.” Her voice shook with nerves, as if she still weren’t certain of us, and it broke my fucking heart. “Please.”
I met Alek’s eyes over her head, then Cole’s, hoping they understood what I thought she needed.
“On your hands and knees,” I directed, surprised at theauthority in my own voice. It felt right, especially after how perfectly she’d responded to me at the arena.
Eva complied immediately, moving to the center of the bed and assuming the position with practiced grace. The towel fell away, revealing her body in all its marked glory, each curve a sumptuous feast. And it was all mine—ours.