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Rosie melts, her back pressing to my chest as I wrap my arms around her waist. Her skin is soft, still warm from the water, and I swear I can feel her pulse in every place our bodies touch.

Farron steps closer. He reaches for her next, carefully, always carefully, and undoes the clasp of her bra.

His fingers tremble.

I watch the way he looks at her. Like she’s made of moonlight. Like this is the first time he’s been allowed to look.

The fabric falls away, and she draws in a breath.

Steam curls between us. A few will-o’-wisps still drift overhead, casting a faint blue light across the water. Rosie turns her face toward Farron, lips parted.

“Do something,” she whispers.

And he does.

His hands move first to her hips, then to her waist. I kiss the back of her shoulder. She leans into both of us at once. The whole world narrows down to this, heat and water, skin and breath.

Farron’s mouth finds hers, and the kiss is deep, achingly tender. His hands slide up her rib cage, fingertips tracing each curve and dip, committing her to memory. Rosie arches into the touch. A soft noise escapes her throat, and I feel it resonate through me.

I let my own touch wander, skating over her stomach, her breasts, mapping the familiar landscape of her body. She’s so responsive, shivering at even the lightest caress. It makes me want to unravel her until she’s trembling and gasping my name.

Farron breaks the kiss, breathing hard. His gaze finds mine over Rosie’s shoulder, heated. I know that look. I’ve worn it myself countless times. That aching, desperate need to touch and be touched in return.

I lean in, capturing his mouth. He makes a sound of surprise, but then he’s kissing me back, one hand tangling in my hair. It’s different from kissing Rosie, all angles and edges and the rasp of stubble, but no less intoxicating. He tastes like rain and woodsmoke and freshly plucked apples.

Rosie watches us, eyes dark, bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Beautiful,” she murmurs. Her hands roam over our pecs, our abs, unable to decide where to touch first.

I pull back just enough to whisper against Farron’s lips, “I think our Blossom’s feeling neglected.”

He huffs a laugh, breath warm on my skin. “We can’t have that.”

As one, we turn our attention to her. I encircle my arms around her from behind while Farron kisses a path down her throat, hands skimming her sides. Rosie tips her head back on my shoulder, eyelids fluttering.

“Let us take care of you,” I murmur in her ear. “Let us worship you.”

She nods, words lost to a moan as Farron’s mouth closes over her breast. I continue to explore her, savoring the satin heat of her skin. She rocks against me, and I groan, desire sparking through my veins.

The steam swirls thick between us as we lose ourselves in sensation, in the slick slide of skin against skin. Rosie arches, a breathy moan escaping her lips as Farron’s fingers trail lower, teasing at her inner thighs. I press open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat, relishing the flutter of her pulse beneath my tongue.

A wicked idea sparks through me. “Did you two know I can hold my breath for a very long time?” I flash them both a grin before submerging under the surface.

The water muffles their startled exclamations as I pull off Rosie’s underwear and tug down Farron’s pants. Then I take his cock in my mouth as I rub her clit. Farron lets loose a low groan as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. I let him go and hear Rosie’s answering muffled moan vibrate through the water when I seal my lips over her clit and suck.

I work them both with lips and tongue and fingers, spurred on by the sounds filtering through the water—Rosie’s high, breathy gasps, Farron’s rumbling growls. Someone reaches down and fists a hand in my hair, urging me on. My lungs burn, but I ignore the need to resurface, determined to drive them to the brink. I curl two fingers inside Rosie’s heat, crooking them just so, as I hollow my cheeks around Farron’s length.

Their hips rock in tandem, seeking more of my touch. I can picture them, bodies straining, hands grasping at each other for purchase as their pleasure builds. Rosie’s thighs tremble, and I know she’s close, poised at the knife’s edge of release. I double my efforts, tongue flicking in rapid strokes over the sensitive bundle of nerves as my fingers thrust deeper.

She shatters with a cry that pierces the water, walls clenching as she comes apart. Farron follows a heartbeat later, spilling hot and sweet over my tongue with the broken groan of my name.

I remain under until their shudders subside, lapping at oversensitive flesh to prolong the aftershocks. Only when the ache in my chest grows too insistent do I kick to the surface, breaking through with a gasp.

Two pairs of glazed, satisfied eyes meet mine as I push the hair from my face. Rosie reaches for me with trembling hands, tugging me in for a deep, searching kiss. No doubt she can taste herself mingled with the tang of Farron on my tongue.

“Oh god, Day,” she breathes against my lips when we part. “Drowning yourself just to please us?”

“Who needs air when I have you?” I flash her a shameless grin and tug off my pants. “Now I need to put my cock in something warm and wet.”

Color soaks Rosie’s and Fare’s faces.