“Besides, Tem definitely meant we watch games and shit in here with our friends,” Gale said. “So yeah, maybe keep the chairs too.”
“That’s not what I said. I’m sure we can get the Nashs for a little swinger party,” Tem said.
“Nah, they don’t do lady bits,” Koh said. “But maybe the Taikas?”
“We’re not really talking about this, are we?” Neph asked.
“Hell yeah we are,” Taranis said, grinning widely. “And why not? We’re all very… close.” He winked.
I liked this kind of banter. The kind that was easy and familiar. Teasing. For just a minute, I could pretend that everything was right in the world.
Bronte
The feelingof doom didn’t lift over the next couple days, but at least it didn’t get heavier either. I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad anymore. Like a dull ache that remained sitting on my soul. A shadow that hung overhead.
Or maybe it was the storm clouds that remained gathered over the island like a bad omen.
Yes, that was being a little superstitious considering that it was our heightened energy that drew them in and kept them there. Still. The human weather people were having a field day predicting why they hadn’t left the island in days.
Today was my first day back at work and while I was anxious to go, I also dreaded it. We hadn’t reopened all our sites for public access. Security was tight everywhere. More cameras installed. Appointments needed where there hadn’t been any before. And we were also working in teams instead of individually.
That last piece was a little frustrating. In all honesty, there wasn’t enough to do for two AMs to be on shift at a time. It’s not like we put out television ads or billboards to get people in the door. In fact, we were rather selective about who we invited in. Carefully picking those we thought would be open to and a good fit for a harem.
So what were we going to do with two of us there? File tablets into the cabinets? Since everything was electronic, there wasn’t any true busy work.
I snorted bemusedly as I tucked a sticky note into Saar’s clean apron pocket. He’d brought a bunch home to get washed and usually picked the one on top to bring with him. Since his keys were in the pocket, I figured he’d be taking that one.
I found Hadley sitting on the counter in the kitchen, Tara between her legs as they kissed slowly. Gale moved around them, running a wet cloth over the counter. He paused when I walked in, picked up a plate with a cover over it, and brought it to me, kissing my cheek when he stopped.
“Morning, sunshine,” he said.
I smiled in return. “Morning, Gale. You look like you’re in a good mood.”
“Tara’s going to let me fuck his ass again.” He winked, which was the only indication I had that he was joking, since his tone was completely normal.
Tara snorted, turning his face to glare at Gale. “Not happening.” Hadley hid her smile by biting her bottom lip. “You’re bending over for me, windy.”
“You already know I take it like a pro,” Gale said, grinning cheekily as he brought the cloth to the sink and rinsed it. “Definitely not scared of a little dick, mate.”
Tara rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to Hadley. She smiled sweetly, pretending not to be amused at all.
“It’s hot,” I said, stuffing half a sausage link into my mouth. “Really, it is. If that’s any consolation.”
“It’s not, but thanks,” Tara said, winking at me.
“What’s not?” Tem asked as he walked into the kitchen.
“Consolation that me fucking Tara is hot,” Gale said. “You missed it, so we should have a repeat. I bet we’d get some good views on your things.”
“Accounts,” Tem said, tilting his head to think about it as he accepted the plate from Gale. “You’re right. The pained arousal as he tries not to like it will certainly be good thirst traps.”
Tara sighed dramatically.
I grinned into my plate, glancing at Tem when he kissed my temple. “Morning, love.”
“Morning.”
“So, what’s the plan today?” I asked, looking up at the faces in the room. Although I’ve been working on pushing all the negativity into the back of my mind, the pit in my stomach never goes away. And as we start to head out of the house again to live our lives, my anxiety is making me all twitchy. I’m going to get gray hairs and stress lines in my forehead.
