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I’m still fucking wet from the shower. I’d stripped out of my jacket, T-shirt, and shoes but left my pants on. I strip them off and grab a pair of her sleep shorts. Black ones with bright pink, orange, and green candy hearts on them. Fuck it, I drag them up my thighs. They fit like boxer briefs. Christ.

Lifting the covers, I crawl in behind her so that my chest is against her back. I curl my knees until her legs rest on mine. Place my hand over hers on her lower belly. I’ll be her fucking heat pack.

She locks up in my arms. Moans. Her muscles release as the cramp ends. A few seconds pass. She stiffens...

I follow that pattern with my body. Tightening my hold... relaxing it. Preparing for the next wave of pain. Fuck, I hate seeing her like this.

Golden rushes into the room with an open bottle of water and a couple of pills in his fist. He sits down on the other side of the bed. “Open for me, Special K.”

He pops the pills on her tongue and helps her with the water.

“Such a good girl,” he says when she’s swallowed them.

Bronx comes in with an already wrapped heat pack. He hands it over and I place it against her lower belly and hold it there.

He lowers himself into my usual chair. “How’s she doing?”

She moans as another cramp has her tensing.

“Just need these meds to kick in.” Why the fuck can’t they be instant?

“Riot,” she whispers. “I need...”

“Yeah, Little Vandal. I’ve got you.” I kiss the shell of her ear. A release will help with the pain until the meds work their magic. But my hands are full. Keeping the heat pack to her belly. Being the heat pack for her back. “Bronx... In her draw... the wand.”

He gets up and retrieves her vibrator.

As much as I want to take care of her of all her needs, wielding the vibrator means putting down the heat pack. And both are essential. “Golden, I’m going to need you to...”

“Yeah, got it,” he says.

Bronx hands him the sex toy over top of us.

He stretches out in front of her. One arm under his head, he turns the vibrator on. “Special K, this what you need?”

She nods.

He lifts the blanket and puts the bulbous head between her legs. The other end rumbles against my hand before he angles it. Her expression must change, because his gaze darkens. “There.”

Her whimpers and shallow breathing turn into something more.

“That’s it, Special K.” Golden croons to her softly.

“Does that feel good?” I ask. “Are you getting close? Do you need Golden to turn it up so we can get you over the line?”

“You want it stronger?” he asks her.

The vibration increases, so she must have answered him with a look.

The bedroom door opens and Kodiak comes in with a huge bag of the items Bronx told him to get. His forehead wrinkles as he takes in Kelsey between Golden and me. Bronx at the foot of the bed, his focus entirely on her. And the buzzing from under the covers. Shutting the door, he puts the bag down and props himself against the wall.

Her hips start to sway, grinding her back against me. My cock hardens... it always does when she touches it. Or I touch her... hear her... think about her.

Bronx shifts the way he’s sitting. Pushes his palm down on his crotch.

She makes these tiny sounds every time she rubs harder against the vibrator.

Golden keeps it where she needs it. “Getting close, Special K?”