I’m already moving as I vault over the edge of the hot tub.
I grab one of the oversized towels from the rack in the corner while Eli helps to guide her upright. When I lean in to take her from him, she comes without protest. Her body’s still boneless and warm from the water and our efforts.
I wrap her up in the soft towel while Walker and Eli dry themselves off. I cradle her against me, her cheek pressed against my chest.
“Hey there, Lia,” I murmur as I sway softly side to side.
“Don’t drop me,” she mumbles.
It makes me smile. “Never.”
Walker and Eli towel me off as best as they can, and then the three of us cross back through the threshold of his place. I have to admit, his place is impressive.
It’s big; at least three thousand square feet, though I’m sure it’s closer to thirty-five hundred. As we venture back down the hallway toward his primary suite, I count four other doors in the hallway.
I can’t help but think that Walker’s place would be big enough for all of us.
Walker’s bedroom is dim when we get back inside. The lights are turned down, low and warm so they don’t make Lia squint. There’s a table beside the bed that wasn’t there earlier. At least, not like this. Now it’s covered.
Oils.
Cooling cloths.
Heat packs.
Soft wraps.
A diffuser already puffing lavender into the air.
Eli lets out a low whistle. “You’ve been planning for this.”
Walker doesn’t flinch. “For years. Come, lay her on the bed so she can rest.”
I do, careful as glass, easing her onto the bed while Eli climbs up beside her to keep her from rolling. Walker’s already warming oil between his palms by the time I join them.
“Just relax for us,” I say as my body and Eli’s bracket her on the bed.
Eli runs his fingers through her damp, knotted hair. I take her hand, kissing her knuckles, while Walker’s palms slide along the length of her back. She sighs, her eyes fluttering closed, and I watch her body go pliant beneath our care.
It’s quiet work.
It’s honest work.
It’s work I want to do for the rest of my days.
Lia groans as Walker works out knots and leans into pressure points, murmuring things about “relaxation techniques” and “pain points” and “tension in the ligaments.” He sounds like he’s read every Omega care manual on the planet and memorized them for fun.
Maybe he has.
Lia hums once when Eli works a rough knot out of her beautiful hair. She sighs when Walker’s thumbs find the base of her spine. She goes slack when I take one of her hands and start tracing lazy circles into her palm.
“Stay with us,” I whisper when her head lolls toward me.
“M’trying,” she murmurs.
Everything is a bit of a blur after that. We don’t mean to fall asleep, but it happens. With Lia tucked between the three of us, I’ve never felt more at peace.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
