Free Breath of Memory by Ophelia Bell

afterward. It gave him the time to try to call Racha.
    Where the fuck was she? He was beyond worried. Their feed had cut out after him fucking Jill and telling her he loved her. Which was no lie, but his other lover had been watching. Or might have been. Jesus, he needed to talk to her.
    Giving in to Jill’s teasing over the subsequent two weeks had been second nature, but he sensed Jill was just as worried. He finally decided the best thing was to confide in Jill. Except that only worried Jill more, which was the last thing he wanted to do.
    The remnants of his latest tryst with Jill were strewn around the kitchen. His shirt, her panties. All the rest of her clothes for that matter.
    The scattered clothes reminded him of how much he loved her naked, and how much he’d discouraged Racha of exactly the same thing from the very start. He’d made so many mistakes with Racha. Impulsively, he grabbed his phone and sent her a text. I want you naked. As often as possible. Fuck the temple. When are you coming home?
    He found Jill in her shower. He stood for a moment outside the enclosure, just watching water slide down her back. She looked back at him and smiled, then turned away. She spread her thighs and tilted her hips, letting the stream of the shower cascade between her thighs.
    He shed the rest of his clothes and stepped inside the wide enclosure.
    Jill pressed against him instantly when he embraced her under the water. She released a long breath and rested her head against his shoulder.
    “Have you heard from her?”
    The same worry over not hearing from Racha had tinged Jill’s mood during their lovemaking since he’d come home.
    “Baby, she’s okay,” Corey said, turning her to face him.
    “I’m worried about her, too. Mostly because you’re different now. You love her.”
    “She’s easy to love.” He reached for the body wash and squirted a dollop into his palm behind her back.
    “Unlike me?”
    “Maybe, but the effort is worth it.” He lathered the soap and smoothed it down her back, pausing at her ass and clutching both plump cheeks. He’d enjoyed every inch of her multiple times in the last day, marveling at all the little similarities and differences to Racha. She slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to meet her lips. A soft moan escaped her throat when his hands slipped between them and he rubbed soapy palms over her breasts, swirling the slick suds in circles around both nipples. They hardened instantly.
    The stream of water disappeared from his back, but before he could turn to find out why, a second pair of naked breasts pressed against him from behind. A familiar pair of slender arms slipped around his waist in a tight embrace and he relaxed, the worry from the last few days disappearing instantly. She’d come home to him finally.
    “I missed you,” he said over his shoulder.
    “I would have called, but the Council isn’t always flexible. Kris and I were talking to them for several days straight. Now I just need a taste of you.”
    He caught Jill slipping away shyly and gripped her hand, pulling her against him again. “Not so fast. If I’m stuck with you both, I’d like to enjoy it at least once.”
    He turned in Racha’s arms and pulled both women closer beneath the steady stream of the shower. Racha reached for Jill and the two women came together in a tender embrace, their wet mouths colliding and hands sliding down across shimmering curves.
    “I should get a camera…” Corey murmured. He stepped back, taking in the two of them.
    “The hell you should.” Jill flashed him an irritated look. “You should come here.” She gripped him by the back of the neck and pulled him down to kiss her again. When he pulled away, Jill had a mischievous glint in her eyes. “It’s my turn to watch,” she said. “Give her what she needs.”
    “My pleasure.” He lifted Racha off her feet and turned, pressing her against the tiled wall. She wrapped her legs around his hips and