Page 56 of Third Wheel

“Um…” Zach cleared his throat and looked at her. He gave Kincaid another glance, as if asking him to take the lead, but on this topic, Kincaid thought it was better if Zach made the decision. His relationship with Amy was more long-standing, and he knew her better. “Yeah, pajamas.”

Amy sighed in Kincaid’s arms, stirring against his chest.

“Pmas.”

They both stopped and looked at her.

“What did she say?” Zach asked, bewildered.

“I think she was trying to say pajamas.” Considering how out of it she was, that wasn’t exactly fully informed consent, but from what he knew of her and what Zach knew of her, they both thought pajamas, too. It was about as good as they were probably going to get.

It was another tag team effort to get her out of her clothes and into a nightgown, mostly because she didn’t want to let go of Kincaid. They did manage to get her to let go long enough to get her nightgown on by transferring her to Zach’s arms as they did it.

Then they ran into another problem when Zach tried to put her in her bed and move away. Her arms clung around him, gripping onto his shirt. He turned his head to look at Kincaid, obviously trying to figure out what to do now.

“No, no, no… no lone.” Her eyes were still closed, her voice thick with sleep, but her intention was clear.

She didn’t want to be left alone.

Strangely, the emotion Kincaid felt the strongest was relief.

He didn’t particularly want to leave her alone. Considering what an intense scene she’d had, he was worried about sub drop. If she was alone in her bedroom, they wouldn’t know if she woke up in the middle of the night needing something, and because it was Amy, he was pretty sure if she did, she wouldn’t come get them. Even if she was in the middle of sub drop.

Maybe especially if she was in the middle of sub drop.

Staying with her felt like the better solution.

“I’ll go get into my sweats, then come trade places with you,” he told Zach. “We can all sleep in here tonight. Just to make sure she doesn’t wake up with sub drop.”

Some of the strain dropped from Zach’s expression, turning to the same relief Kincaid felt.

“Okay,” he said. “That sounds good. Maybe we should plan for us to all sleep together on scene nights in the future. I can’t blame her for not wanting to be alone afterward.”

Kincaid nodded.

“Agreed. We’ll talk to her about it in the morning.”

It made the most sense, after all.

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Amy

Waking up between Zach and Kincaid was not as surprising anymore, but the fact they were in her room and not theirs did make her blink. She couldn’t remember anything that happened last night after Zach slid into her pussy in the Jail while Kincaid was still fucking her mouth. Remembering that made her stomach do cartwheels and her sore pussy clench.

Ow.

Not just a sore pussy, either. Sore everything.

Shifting, she could feel that both of her holes hurt. She was kinda sad she didn’t get to see the size of the plug Zach had used on her ass. It had felt huge. She couldn’t help but wonder how much of that had been in her head or if she was going to feel proud of what she’d taken.

Her nightgown, which was incredibly soft, brushed against her nipples as she sat up between the two men, and she winced. Ow. Those hurt, too.

Everything hurt in the best way.

And they’d stayed with her. She could only assume they’d also been the ones to put her in her nightgown. The combinationmade her feel all sorts of mush that she was going to have to fight off.

It doesn’t mean anything.

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