Chapter 17: The Rhythm Between Us

The sound of running water called them like a siren song.

Paul followed Faith into the ensuite first, with Kacie just a step behind, her eyes still glazed with bliss, her body flushed from effort and arousal. The walk to the shower was short, but the way they brushed against each other made it feel like a continuation of everything that had come before.

The tiled shower was spacious—luxury resort spacious—with a wide rainfall head above and warm water cascading down in a broad curtain. Faith stepped in first, arching back as the water soaked her curls, and reached for Kacie, who laughed as she was pulled into the spray. Paul followed, arms circling both women as the water wrapped around them.

They didn’t rush.

Soap lathered easily between their palms, slick and fragrant. Kacie leaned into Faith, soaping her shoulders as Paul’s hands roamed over both their backs. Kisses were exchanged mid-laugh. Teasing touches lingered longer than necessary. Kacie fit between them like she’d always belonged, her attention shifting easily—one moment resting her head on Paul’s chest as Faith cupped her breasts from behind, the next turning to face Faith as Paul’s hands slid lower to her hips.

Faith smirked, eyes drifting down. “Still plugged,” she murmured, tracing her fingers along the base of it, teasing the edge before giving it a light tap.

Kacie inhaled sharply, her thighs clenching.

“Just a reminder,” Faith whispered into her ear. “You’re still due for punishment.”

Paul leaned down and mirrored the motion—pressing the plug gently, watching the way Kacie’s body responded. “You’re not fooling anyone, sweetheart. We can see how much you’re looking forward to it.”

Kacie blushed but didn’t deny it. Her smile gave her away.

The teasing gave way to something gentler as Paul reached for the shampoo, rubbing it into Faith’s hair with slow, deliberate motions, his fingers massaging her scalp until she was humming in contentment. Kacie leaned against the wall, eyes closed, waiting her turn with a faint smile. When Paul’s hands shifted to her hair, he took his time there too, gentle and thorough, treating her with the same care he gave Faith.

By the time they stepped out, the towels were warm and thick, and the energy had shifted again—still intimate, but now filled with playful anticipation.

Faith dried herself quickly, toweling her curls without concern. Kacie stood patiently in front of the mirror, her long damp hair hanging in loose waves as Paul gently brushed it out, working from the bottom up with careful strokes. She hummed as he worked, turning just enough to catch his eye in the reflection.

“You’re really good at that,” she said softly.

“I’ve had practice,” he replied, glancing at Faith, who was smirking nearby.