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  “Fischer has a voyeur streak a mile long. He loves watching,” I answered. “And I don’t mind watching either.”

  “There’s really no jealousy?”

  I shook my head. “Not at all.”

  She fanned herself. “Thank God Luce is enough for me, but damn woman. That’s…impressive.”

  Holding up my sword again. “Spar, Lily. Stop thinking about my bedroom habits.”

  Smirking, our blades clashed again.

  It was kind of fun. Much like going to the range with my guns to keep up my skills on those, the more you practiced, the better you got. I always had a gun on me when I was called out or in. I had to. There were parts of the city just too dangerous for a woman who had a visible disability to walk in, even if it was my right and duty to be there.

  Well. Used to have a visible disability.

  The day I picked up this sword, it healed the crippled hand I’d lived with since I was sixteen.

  It was still strange to be able to use it.

  After nearly half an hour, and both of us soaked in sweat, Lily called time and we just stood there panting. She finally smirked.

  “Considering you kept up with me, I’m going to guess you needed that as much as I did.”

  “God, yes,” I gasped. “Can I swear like that? Is that legal? I mean…”

  She started laughing. “Yes, it’s fine. He doesn’t really care about that. It’s just words.” She glanced at her watch. “I have to head in for a few hours for paperwork tonight and I need a shower. Ellie will be home soon?”

  “She’s at Emma’s tonight,” I said. “Tabi and Tim will be home late. They’re both at robotics until six.”

  “So, you can take a nice long hot shower.”

  “Yes,” I said. “I really need it now, but it’s going to feel good.”

  She walked to me and wrapped an arm around me. “This will all work out, Wren. I believe that. For all the years I was looking for you, I never found you until now. So have some faith.”

  “Even Ben?”

  She nodded. “You’re doing great with him, you know. Everyone in the department is impressed.”

  “Thank you,” I said. “I needed to hear that.”

  “Now. Go take a shower. You smell, bitch.”

  “Oh, fuck off to Hell.” I laughed.

  She disappeared in an echoing laugh.

  Still wasn’t used to that.

  I sent the sword back to its nowhere and headed up the stairs for my shower. I did need one, and we had an amazing new shower stall.

  Lincoln had paid for it, and the second door to his room. The man really was a genius with money, and he also liked his luxury. The shower was big. He’d had the designers take out part of his closet to make the massive walk-in stone tiled stall. We’d had four of us in it at once the week before, and there was room for more.

  Which I didn’t need right now.

  I dropped my filthy clothes in the hamper, and just sashayed into the bathroom. Sparing no expense, Linc had put in a touch control screen and everyone could program in their preferred temperature, shower heads, and how many were active.

  I tapped it on and stepped in. The hot water cascaded over me, and I felt my muscles start to relax. I turned my face to the water and just stood there.

  “Oh, God yes.”

  I braced myself for another vision to hit me, but after a moment, it didn’t happen.

  “Come! Come on me!”

  That was not a vision. I giggled and listened to the room next door.

  “Your ass feels so good,” someone hissed.

  “Flip? Please? Pound me into the mattress.”

  “Demanding bottom.”

  “Not from where I’m sitting.”

  There was a rustling and hissing of sheets.

  “Jesus, you’re hard again…”

  “Just pound my ass!”

  I could hear the flesh on flesh slap of two male bodies and I let my mind, and my hand, wander. Bastian and Linc really enjoyed each other, just the way I loved when Fischer got me alone and tied me up.

  The two of them were beasts, and switches, and I was currently wondering who was topping. My money would have been on Bastian, if my mind wasn’t on the sounds of sex and the feel of my fingers on my own clit.

  “Yes, yes, shit yes. Hard!”

  The moaning and groaning fired my imagination and as I listened, I got more and more worked up.

  “Are you ever going to come?”

  “Only when you come again.”

  “My poor fucking balls are tired.”

  “Let me help.”

  I could see one of them wrapping a hand around the other’s cock, stroking hard and twisting just right. My finger helped me imagine that the cock was in me and I was under that tower of male.

  Blindly reaching up behind me, I snagged the vibrator I kept there, and without preamble, pressed it inside me, flicking it on.

  “Sssssshit,” I hissed at the sudden wonderful sensation. I pushed the second button and turned on the second motor, angling it so it hummed against my clit.

  “Hell! Yes! Right there! Fuck!”

  I slid down the wall, pressing the vibrator deep.

  “Come on, come!”

  “These sheets are going to be stiff with all the cum.”

  “Shut up and come!”

  “Ahhh! There!”

  Holy crap, this was hot. I moved my hips over the vibrator, holding it still, and found myself pressing down hard over the end against my clit.

  I heard the hot slap of flesh and grunting and swearing, and finally someone in the room next door let out a yelp and long low moan of pleasure. As one trailed off another started and I covered my mouth to keep my own yelp of climax from echoing.

  “Oh, God that feels amazing.”

  There was a pause as all three of us took a moment to ride out our climaxes.

  “I’d say you have no idea, but…”

  I thumped my head back against the wall. Being surround by three healthy men with serious sex drives was amazing, and I didn’t mind being exhausted from all the fucking we did.

  Together and apart.

  “We should burn the sheets.”

  “We should take a shower.”

  Another pause and the voices were just outside the door. “Wait. Hold on. Bend over, just a bit.” That was Lincoln’s voice, and I waited for someone to speak again. It was him. “God, damn. That’s hot and filthy.”

  “You like to see your cum in me.”

  Well, color me shocked. That was Bastian.

  “I do,” Lincoln said, and a moment later there was a thump against the door, and I could imagine—a lot of filthy things going on out there.

  “Wait,” Sebastian grunted, with a smack of lips. Damn, they’d only been kissing. “It sounds like someone is in there.”

  The door opened into the bathroom and a moment later two naked men stepped into the open shower with me. I looked up as they found me on the floor against the wall.

  “Hi.” I grinned.

  “Have you been in here long?” Bastian asked.

  I held up the vibrator I had slipped out of myself as they’d opened the door. “A few minutes.”

  Lincoln offered a hand up while laughing. “Did you seriously just masturbate to us?”

  “Hell yes,” I answered, and pulled him in close to me. “It was hot. Did you top?”

  “He did.” Bastian fitted himself against my back.

  I looked over my shoulder at him. “You’re sticky.”

  “Linc’s fault. He made me come on him and then all over myself.”

  “Are we burning the sheets?” I laughed.

  “Probably wise.” Lincoln dropped his head to my breast. “I need a shower.”

  “That’s not going to get you a shower, Linc,” I breathed as he pulled my nipple into his mouth.

  Sebastian’s hand strayed down the crack of my ass, teasing me. “I need a shower too.” His voice was breathy.

  “
Not going to get you a shower,” I repeated.

  “Okay, then I want to fuck you.” His teeth nibbled along my shoulder to my neck.

  “Didn’t you just come? Twice? Your balls—oh hell—are tired, I think you yelled.”

  “Maybe they feel better now,” he said.

  Lincoln was on his knees in front of me and I found my leg over his shoulder. “You should find out.” A second later, his tongue was on my clit.

  Bastian’s erection was pushing against the cheek of my ass and I let out a moan. He pressed me forward, holding onto my hips, but Lincoln was the one who grabbed Bastian’s cock and pressed it against my entrance.

  “You’re already wet from listening to us,” Linc mumbled, his words vibrating against the sensitive skin.

  “Of course, because it’s hot to hear you two fuck.” It was also incredibly hot to have him between my legs and manhandling another guy’s dick.

  Bastian’s hips moved at a lazy pace at first, just rocking in and out of me while Lincoln’s tongue ran over my clit and his cock. After a few minutes of a slow, filling pace, he pressed me forward and grabbed my hips tight.

  “Make her come,” Lincoln said, as my hands landed on his shoulder.

  “Hold her up,” Bastian said.

  His pace went from leisurely to demanding and I gasped at the change. It was a good gasp and gripped Lincoln tighter.

  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.

  “I…uh…” He took a hard draw on his beer. “Well, Fisch was just telling me about the sins appearing on people.”

  “Mm, yeah. Did you get snaked?”

  “Maggots,” he answered.

  Lincoln made a face at his white pizza slice. “I don’t know who got off worse on that one.”

  “So, you see them too?” Bastian was staring at Lincoln’s pizza slice.

  Taking a sip of beer, he nodded. “Yep. And I can see dishonest words.”

  That confused Bastian. “Dishonest words?”

  “Contract negotiations,” Lincoln said. “The words go all crazy on the pages and I can see every devious, greedy intent in them. I’ve shredded a bunch of contracts since it started.”

  We all chewed our dinner in silence for a moment, and I finally broke it. “Have you been hearing the whispers, too, Linc?”

  He nodded as he took another bite of the pizza. “Oh yeah,” he spoke around the mouthful, then managed to chew and swallow quickly. “Ouch, hot. Yeah, the whispers picked up after we found Ben.”

  “Picked up?” Bastian asked.

  I nodded. “Remember I said I see a lot of things? I hear them too. Not as much as I always saw them, but there has been a definite up tick.”

  Lincoln stared at him. “What did you hear?”

  “One of my patients…” Pausing, he picked at the label on his beer. “I’ve been treating him for a few months for sexual violence. Not that he goes out and beats random people for sexual gratification, but… He’s a sadist. He doesn’t express it in a safe manner. He’ll have random bouts of it, in the middle of sex.

  “I thought it was an impulse, something he had trouble controlling. But today when he was in, there was…a whisper in my brain that sounded very much like his voice, and it was plotting on how to he was going to choke out his next sex partner and get away with it.”