You just get to watch

Jennifer took his hand and led him upstairs without a word, that particular smile on her face — the one that meant she'd already planned three moves ahead and wasn't about to explain any of them. She pulled him into the bedroom, and there was Eve, already curled up in the armchair by the window, hugging her knees, practically vibrating with anticipation.

"Sit," Jennifer said, guiding him down beside Eve, who immediately tucked herself against his side, resting a hand on his thigh.

"What's going on?"

"You don't get to ask questions today. You just get to watch."

She walked to the bed, where Helen was already sitting, nervous, wearing one of Jennifer's silk robes, hair still damp from the shower. Jennifer climbed on beside her, cupped her face, and kissed her — slow, unhurried, nothing like the frantic energy from a few nights before. This wasn't a first time anymore. This was something else.

"Relax," Jennifer murmured against her lips. "Help me prove a point, he needs to watch how good I can make you feel."

Nick felt Eve's grip tighten on his thigh. He didn't say anything. He wasn't sure he could have if he'd tried.

Jennifer untied the robe slowly, peeling it off Helen's shoulders, and started at her neck, working her way down with her mouth — unhurried, deliberate, the way she never bothered being with anyone but him. She lingered on her collarbone, then lower, taking her time with each breast, glancing up once to find Nick's eyes before going back to work.

Helen's breathing had already gone ragged. She reached for Jennifer's hair, uncertain at first, then gripping it properly when Jennifer's mouth found her nipple and didn't let go.

She moved lower, kissing down Helen's stomach, and by the time she reached her thighs, Helen was already trembling, hips shifting on the sheets like she didn't know what to do with the anticipation. Jennifer pushed her legs apart with both hands, unhurried, and looked back at Nick one more time before lowering her head.

The sound Helen made when Jennifer's tongue finally touched her was somewhere between a gasp and a sob, and it didn't stop — just kept climbing, higher and thinner, her hands fisting in the sheets, then in Jennifer's hair, then back in the sheets again like she couldn't decide what needed holding onto more.

Beside him, Eve had gone very still, watching with her lips slightly parted, her hand sliding slowly up Nick's thigh without seeming to notice she was doing it.

"Look how she moves," Eve whispered. "God, I love watching her work."

Jennifer didn't rush it. She never did, not with this kind of thing — she read Helen like she read everyone, finding the rhythm that worked, adjusting, circling back when Helen's hips jerked too hard, easing off just enough to draw it out. Every few minutes she'd glance up at Nick again, checking, making sure he was still exactly where she wanted him — watching, wanting, waiting.

"Please," Helen finally managed, barely a whisper. "Please, don't stop, I'm so close—"

Jennifer hummed against her, which was answer enough, and two fingers joined her tongue, curling in a way that made Helen's back arch clean off the mattress. The sound that tore out of her when she came filled the whole room — nothing like the delicate little cries from the pool day, this one raw and unguarded, her whole body shaking through it while Jennifer held her hips steady, coaxing every last tremor out of her before finally, slowly, pulling back.

Helen lay there boneless, chest heaving, eyes glassy. Jennifer crawled up beside her, kissed her softly on the temple, and only then turned her attention back to the two of them by the window.

Without ever taking his eyes off the bed, he reached over, hooked an arm around Eve's waist, and lifted her straight out of the armchair like she weighed nothing at all. She let out a startled little laugh that turned into a gasp when he turned her around, freed himself, and pulled her down onto him, facing the bed, her back against his chest.

She was so small it took no effort at all — he barely had to move, just guided her hips with both hands and let her slide down his length in one slow, easy motion, a broken moan slipping out of her the second she was fully seated.

Both on Jennifer and Helen tangled together on the bed, and Nick started moving beneath her — unhurried at first, then faster once he felt how easily she took him, how little resistance there was in that tiny body draped over his. Every thrust lifted her a few inches and dropped her right back down, none of them couldn't have looked away from the bed even if they wanted to.

Jennifer glanced over mid-kiss, caught the sight of Eve bouncing helplessly in his lap, and smiled against Helen's mouth.