“Okay.”
They finally untangled themselves and headed to the bathroom.
* * *
Dewi
They made love again in the shower, Ken kneeling and pressing his face between her thighs, playfully growling as he made her come. Then, despite his protests, she dropped to her knees and went down on him, refusing to give up until she’d pulled one out of him and he slumped against the shower wall.
“Okay, baby. I think I’m ready to collapse now,” he said.
She stood and kissed him. “Me too.”
They dried off and settled in bed, and Dewi was about to say goodnight when Ken’s phone vibrated with a text message where it’d ended up on the floor when they shed their clothes earlier.
He reached over, found it, and sat up. When he read it he snorted, laughed, then climbed out of bed.
“What is it?” Dewi asked. “Where are you going?”
“I’ll be right back,” he said, leaving without even pulling on his robe. Then again, they currently were the only ones in the house.
Ooookaaayyy.
She thought she heard the door from the kitchen to the garage open, then close. Ken returned a couple of minutes later.
With the obnoxiously mint green helmet.
“What the fuck?” she asked as she sat up.
He handed it to her and arched an eyebrow at her.
“If this is some new kink, I’m sorry, but I’m safewording,” she snarked.
He showed her his phone.
It was a text.
From Peyton.
Just got off the phone with Badger. Picture of her wearing it. NOW. I WILL call Badger and Duncan and make one of them Prime her if I don’t get it by morning. And if I have to do that, she won’t like what other indignities I’ll demand.
Followed by the smiling devil emoji.
Her jaw dropped. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, are youshittingme?”
“Let’s make it fast,” he said, reaching over and grabbing his robe to hand to her so she could pull it on.
Grumbling the whole time, she covered her naked bits with the robe, stuck the helmet on her head, and then flipped birds with both hands while crossing her eyes and sticking out her tongue.
Ken laughed as he took the pic. Then he sent it and set his phone on the nightstand. “There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Peyton replied almost immediately. Ken grabbed his phone and showed her the text. Several crying laughing emojis, and then:
Thank you. I know you’ll show her this, so… Love you, Dewster. Next time, at least try to keep Ken in the loop, please? FYI I’m proud of you for how you handled it. You did good.
Dewi didn’t expect the prickle of tears that hit her. She took the phone, tapped his contact, and he answered on the first ring.
“Love you, too,” she said. “I really did think it would be simple and easy.”
