Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

And nothing felt so good as to hold nearly everything I
cared most about in the world right here.
Will and I stroked her skin, more demanding as our
breathing grew more labored again, and she pulled her head up
—or tried to—but it just hung, dipping into Will’s chest as she
arched into our touch.
“You guys,” she begged.
But she didn’t get any more words out.
Will peeled her shirt off over her head, leaving her in her
bra, and I cupped her face, caressing it. She laid her head back
down, us touching her—her arms, her neck, her back.
She trailed her fingers up Will’s arms, and I felt him let out
a sigh and relax into me more as her hand left him and found
my arm, her touch drifting down the length.
We became a web of arms and hands, our hands on her and
hers on us, returning the affection as Will traded one frenzy for
another, and the spray of the water drowned out the world
outside.
She arched up, holding Will’s face, but kissing me, long
and slow, teasing me with that tongue, and no sound filled the
shower except for the breath between us.
Holding her face with one hand, I gripped her ass with the
other and nudged her up into me, forgetting Will was there.
Instead, she rubbed up on him, and he let out a breathy growl
as their groins met and the friction got him turned on.
Winter froze, her lips layered with mine as she seemed
shocked at first, but then a whimper escaped.
I watched her, feeling her body in my hands, and then I
kissed her, going at each other as my heart pounded and my
groin charged, hot and ready.
I had everything right here. Everything. I hadn’t let them
go. They were here. I fisted her hair. Mine.
I moved her on him again, sucking and biting her lips as
his mouth came down on her neck, and he wrapped his arms