Chapter 77

King

I settle into the cramped tub, pulling Alyssa back against my chest, my thighs framing hers. Baths aren't my thing, but when she asked me to join, I couldn't say no. Besides, I need to make sure she's okay after what we just did.

"You're not hurt, are you?" My fingers trace a light path along her thighs, feeling the heat radiating off her silky skin.

We shouldn't have fucked her twice tonight, but when we noticed her getting wet in her sleep, none of us could hold back. Mason was curious how we fuck her together, and she seemed just as excited to show him.

"No," she murmurs. "Actually, it was better than I thought." A slight shiver runs through her, and she pauses. "I just had to remind myself that you weren't Isaac...that you weren't doing it just to hurt me. And then it started feeling incredible."

"That was the goal, kitten." I kiss the top of her head before taking a washcloth, easing into a rhythm as I wash her, letting the quiet wrap around us. This feels st