I grabbed some water from the fridge. Yes, they did. Grace especially.
But again, what the fuck had happened? Something happened. It sort of felt like one of Evan’s heat spikes.
It just didn’t smell like it.
Yet it tasted like it. Well, what I’d think it would taste like. During Evan’s heat, I noticed her taste change and get almost slick-sweet. The same happened tonight.
I handed Evan one of the water bottles; he drank half of it and then held Grace up and got her to drink.
Brennan stroked her hair. “That’s it, drink up.”
“Is everyone okay? That got a little intense.” I took a long drink from the other bottle and then handed it to Brennan.
The end, where Brennan was locked inside her, but she was whining for more as we fucked her ass, was a little wild.
“Yeah, that was so nice.” Grace sighed, and slumped back onto Evan.
Evan kissed her. “So fun. I knew you’d like to be in the swing with us.”
“Are you okay, Honey?” I kissed Brennan, proud of him for making sure she got what she needed, and I let him know through the bond.
I felt him holding back the entire time. It was part of the reason why he let me take the lead. He worried that he’d be too rough with her, demand too much, out of habit.
But really, he’d been exactly what she needed.
“I am.” He kissed me back.
I’d check back in with him later.
Grace looked at me and made grabby hands. I climbed onto the other side, so they were between Brennan and me and snuggled them. I was proud of Evan for letting the focus be on Grace. Usually, all the attention was on him.
We cuddled the two of them for a while, letting them know how loved they were. Okay, I was pretty sure that Grace was playing with Brennan’s piercings under the blanket.
“It’s getting late, should we take a shower?” I suggested. While this was amazing, I had work tomorrow.
“Evan, can we have that bath, and someone mentioned hot chocolate? Yes, I’d like that and then bed,” Grace mumbled, eyes closed.
“I can make you hot chocolate. After the bath?” One of my hands found Brennan’s, and I squeezed it.
“Evan, can we have hot chocolate in the bathtub? Please?” Grace batted her eyes at him.
“Oh, I like that idea. Drinks in the tub are okay.” Evan grinned at me.
Hot chocolate in the bath. So spoiled. As they should be.
“Come, let’s go take that bath.” Evan carried Grace out of the room.
I rolled over and hug-attacked Brennan, getting him down on the bed, and smothering his body with mine.
“You did so fucking well with her. I love you so much.” I hugged him tightly.
“It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be.” He frowned.
“It’s okay to love her.” I leaned in for a kiss.
“Um, I do love her. I even laid there and let her use my dick as a fidget toy.” His look went unsure. “Something is fucking wrong with her.”
“It felt a bit like a spike. It just didn’t smell like one,” I agreed.
