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“I will be dedicating my morning tug and rub with my cock to this,” Ayden says, lips twitching.

Sidney simply stretches, his fingers entwined behind his neck. “It’s about damn time is all I have to say,” he says. “Moving on doesn’t happen overnight.”

“That it doesn’t,” I murmur with a nod as I go to check on the girls. The bedroom door is closed, and I lean against the frame as I knock. I don’t want to walk in on Andrya if she’s changing.

“I’m almost done,” Andrya calls out, and I nod, even though she can’t see me.

“We’re going to Peony today, which is about thirty minutes outside of the city,” I explain through the door. “Will you—”

The door opens abruptly, with Andrya dressed in a long-sleeved shirt and jeans.

“It’s silly for you to talk through the door, Isaac,” she teases me. “I do appreciate the effort, though.”

“Of course.” I grin, surprised when she gives me a side hug. She’s more affectionate with others usually, though we’ve never had an issue. “My suggestion is that you two dress in layers because we’re going to have lunch there, walk around, and Sidney says we’re supposed to be getting snow flurries.”

“Brr,” Silla mutters walking out of the bathroom. She’s wearing a long-sleeved scooped lavender sweater, jeans, and fuzzy socks. She looks comfortable and perfect for our outing.

“I think you have boots, right?” I ask, biting my lip.

“Stop worrying.” Silla laughs. “’Drya and I did so much online shopping that even the mail man was annoyed. I definitely have some winter boots and a long black coat too.”

“We’re covered. Go shower,” Andrya says with a shrug. “Silla, let me dry your hair for you?”

They both walk off, ignoring me, and I snort in amusement. Well clearly, I have been dismissed. It’s really just as well, because Sidney and Ayden are disappearing into another bathroom to 'save water'.

“I’m going to use the shower if you’re okay with it. Can you finish getting ready in the bedroom?” I ask, dropping my joggers and boxers to the floor. The girls turn away from the twin sinks, jaws dropping as I bend down to retrieve them.

“Umm, yeah that’s fine,” Silla murmurs, her eyes roaming my body greedily. I’m typically in boxers and nothing else when I go to bed, but I can feel her stare on my cock. I swear, all my blood is leaving my body to pool there.

Dropping my clothes in the hamper, my long legs eat up the space between us.

“See something you like, Little Hacker?” I tease her.

“Yeah,” she breathes, dragging her eyes to meet my gaze.

Dragging my knuckle up her throat, I open my hand to encase her throat with it in the best kind of necklace there is, unless she’s covered in cum. “Good to hear,” I breathe, my nose against hers. “Now scoot, or we’ll never leave the house.”

“Gods, I don’t know whether to pull you out of the room, or let him fuck you while I watch,” Andrya gasps.

I chuckle, releasing the smooth column of Silla’s throat to bury my nose in her shoulder. Fuck yes, sunshine and jasmine, damn she smells so good.

“Are you into watching, ’Drya?” I growl, lifting my face slowly.

“I may be,” she squeaks.

“I look forward to exploring that,” I tell her. “Now out, because I have to fuck myself with my hand in the shower before we leave. You’re both not ready for what I have in mind.”

Scurrying out, they watch me over their shoulders as I shut the door. Those two could tempt a better man than me, dammit. Blowing out a breath to keep myself from dragging them back in, I turn on the water in the shower. I’m just going to blow my load to a hot as fuck fantasy and then start the day.

Dropping my head back on the wall, I close my eyes, my hand already reaching for my cock to stroke it, almost as if I’m unable to wait for the shower. I feel like an overgrown teenager, my hormones out of control and wonky.

I guess that’s part of beginning to heal from trauma: different aspects of your life instincts come back online at the oddest of times. Groaning as I straighten, I climb into the shower. If there’s anything that I could wish for, it’s for one day we can enjoy without the outside bullshit sullying it.

SILLA

Wrapping my arms around my waist in the frosty air, I take a deep breath, happy to be away from both the city and my personal demons for the day. This was a really good idea.

Kenzo drove us in a large SUV to Peony, and it was shockingly comfortable. Kal tagged along, and he’s cute, but almost too sweet. If we had met before my time in the dungeons I may have entertained the idea, but we are very different people. I may need to let him down easy if his lingering looks continue.