I could see Lincoln’s cock and the water running off it, and I knew he didn’t need both hands for what he was doing to me. “Touch yourself, Linc. Let me see you stroke that dick.”
He moaned when he wrapped his hand around himself. A moment later there was another moan in my ear, and I realized that both Bastian and I were watching him. Bastian pumped into me and somehow Linc matched his pace, both on me and on himself.
“Fuck,” Bastian said. “Come, baby.”
Lincoln did something on my clit, and I was screaming my climax in the next second, only kept from collapsing by Bastian’s hands. I felt Bastian’s climax flood inside me, his rough grunts in my ear as we managed to open our eyes enough to watch Lincoln come, his climax spraying across the floor and washing down the drain with the water from the shower.
Someone was clapping.
We looked to our left, and found Fischer standing in the door. He had a smirk and a hard-on.
“Nicely done.”
Lincoln placed my foot back on the floor, and stood as Bastian slid out of me.
“Got your feet, babe?” Lincoln leaned in, kissing me sweetly.
“I do.” I watched as he also gave Bastian a soft kiss over my shoulder.
The groan slipped out, and Bastian chuckled. “No. No more. My balls are raisins.”
“Did this start at the beginning or the end of the shower?” Fischer asked, stripping out of his suit.
“Beginning.” I watched him move and watched as he revealed his delicious body.
“Good.” He pushed his boxers down and let his erection spring free. “Then we can wash up.” He stepped in, but before he walked very far, I stepped into him and pressed him against the wall.
“First things first,” I said, and slid to my knees.
Fischer
“Where’s Wren?”
Bastian looked up from his desk. “Thursday, man. Girls’ night out.”
I walked in and over to my desk, dropping the briefcase next to it. “Damn. I forgot. I could have caught up on my cases and notes.”
He pointed to his desk. “I always bring mine home, but…I’m so far behind.” He put a hand on his forehead. “I need to just stop having sex every night for a week and catch up.”
“It’s addictive, man.” I smiled.
He opened his mouth to say something, then snapped his jaw shut and shook his head.
“What?” I grabbed my chair and rolled it over.
“It’s…well, this whole thing is really fucked up, with the little harem we have going here. Never mind the whole devil and sin thing that I’m not entirely sold on… Though, how can I not be when I am clearly the personification of lust?” He waved the thought away.
“Yeah, I just lived up to my sloth personality by just leaving all the work I could do at the office so I can’t do it and won’t make the effort to go back and get it.”
He tipped his head. “Fair.” He paused, but then looked up at me again. “You see shit too?”
I laughed. “See what shit, Bastian? I see a lotta shit. Tons of it. Starting with visions that plagued me from age twelve and had my parents thinking I was possessed.”
He perked up. “You did?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I did. And when Wren and I met, they went off the charts. It’s been better, recently. But you trigged one. Linc, Ellie, the twins, Ben…I’m sure that Lily would too.”
“Huh.” He contemplated my words. “Well, then maybe this is just par for the course…”
Holding up his hand he wiggled his fingers. “I’ve been seeing…things on people. Cuts and bruises…and maggots sometimes. But the thing is that I know they’re not real. Only I can see them.”
“They’re sins.”
He stared at me. “Excuse me?”
“Sins.” I motioned between us. “We’re the Sins and we can see what sins people are committing. Not just our own, either. I had a woman with snakes in her hair, and I knew she was screwing the pool boy.” I ran a hand down my face. “She was bad, though. There were a lot of bad things rolling off her that day.”
“So, this is the bonus we get for being Sins? We get to see people’s dirty laundry?”
I pursed my lips. “No. It’s worse. A lot worse. When we were at the house in Delaware, I could see all the gaping open wounds on those bastards. I knew what they did with and to the children. It’s horrible. The bruises and cuts and dirty hands are nothing compared to that…”
“Why didn’t I see that when we were in Delaware?”
Smirking, I put a hand to my chin. “You hadn’t slept with Wren yet, had you? It was only your interlude with Lincoln at that point.”
Blinking, it took him a moment to understand what I’d said. “Oh. So, she’s the key…”
“She is. She’s why we aren’t all at each other’s throats trying to choke each other out for sharing her bed,” I answered.
“You and Linc can see all that shit on people?”
“Yes.” I sat back in the chair. “We’ve been getting them long enough that we can block it out and only see it when we…need to? Ought to? Something like that.”
“Well, what about the voices?”
Coughing, I had really hoped to not talk about those yet. They were new and especially annoying. I pursed my lips and stared at my clasped hands. “Those are—”
The back door slammed shut. “Honey, I’m home! I brought—shit.”
“We don’t want your shit, Linc!” I yelled out to him.
A moment later, the third of our little harem walked into the library and put his messenger bag at his desk. I was glad my house had a library large enough to accommodate all these desks. I also had the feeling that I was going to continue to be glad for the space.
There were, after all, seven deadly sins.
“It’s Thursday.” Lincoln harrumphed.
“Yes, it is,” Bastian said. “All day.”
“I brought pizza. For everyone.”
Delighted, I rubbed my hands together. “Ooh, two pies each!”
“I guess so. Since I brought for Wren and the kids, too.”
“Ellie’s out with Wren, and Tim and Tabi are at my parents’ house,” I answered.
He slumped a bit. “Okay, well fine. Come on. Beer and pizza, then maybe stupid television.”
“No TV for me. I have work that needs to be done,” Bastian said.
“I’m sloth, so fuck it,” I said, and headed into the kitchen. Both of them started laughing and followed me, knowing I was right, and we’d end up watching the television later.
“Pepperoni, sausage, extra cheese, vegetable, garlic white, and a tomato pie.” Lincoln pointed to each box as he named them. He shrugged. “We’ll freeze the rest.”
Bastian grabbed the sausage pie and popped the box open, grabbing three slices and realizing he didn’t have a plate. I shook my head and grabbed the plates from the cabinet.
We all loaded up and then sat the large round kitchen table. Lincoln grabbed beers out of the fridge and put on some music.
“How are you doing?” he asked Bastian.