O’Dell hands her a mug. “Tea.”
Kyra sits up, seemingly unashamed of her nakedness like the three of us. That’s good, because something tells me we’ll be happiest when she’s naked. “Thank you.”
“Do you want something to eat?”
She smiles up at Kerr. “I was thinking about that caramel sauce.”
He grins. “That’s going to get us very sticky.”
“Well, you said you had to clean the couch, anyway.” She giggles. “I’m kidding. I’m thinking about taking another shower and then maybe, bed.”
I nod. “It has been a crazy couple days. It would be nice to get a good night’s sleep.”
“Something tells me with the three of you, I’m not going to be sleeping a lot.”
“Cat naps, Kitten. You already know us so well.” Kerr grins.
O’Dell kneels down and scoops her into his arms, keeping the towel underneath her ass. “I’ll bathe you and then put you to bed.”
Kerr and I exchange a look and shrug. O’Dell loves shower sex, so we’ll give him this one.
After O’Dell and Kyra are upstairs and out of earshot, I use the second towel—Kerr knows me so well—and clean myself up before grabbing my pants and sliding them back in place.
“This is fucking surreal, huh?”
Kerr shrugs. “The other guys said it happen this way for them, too. As soon as they met their woman, they knew. The hard part was convincing her they could live life this way—that it wasn’t a onetime thing or a half-ass relationship.”
“Whatever it takes.” I rub my stomach.
“We’re going to have our family,” he agrees.
“Family. Christ, now that is fucking surreal. Can you imagine little mini versions of us running around this house one day?”
He nods solemnly, staring into the distance. “Yeah, I can, and it’s a fucking beautiful sight.”
Chuckling, I elbow Kerr in the ribs. “I just hope they aren’t obnoxious like you.”
“They will be. I’ll make sure of it.”
17
KYRA
It has been one hell of a week.
Technically, it’s been almost ten days from the day we met.
My men are insatiable, and thank God, so am I. And because we’ve all been off work for the last week, it has been a fucking free-for-all in this house. I don’t even have to do anything seductive to warrant sex.
Bend over to pick something up, and there’s a hard cock pressing against my ass.
Get into the shower, and there’s a naked man jumping in with me.
Sit on the couch with a blanket over my legs, there’s a man snuggling up next to me, slipping his hand underneath the blanket to play with my clit.
I’m sore, but in the most blissful way possible. I had no idea the ways I could be stretched, bent, filled, and tempted—but apparently the ways are many.
Also, for the last week, I’ve had a plug in my ass at least fifty percent of the time. For the first two days, I wore the small one, and then we graduated me to the medium one. Last night, O’Dell worked large one in and I swear to God I didn’t think I could walk.