Page 181 of Dream Girl
Evan took the bottle from her, downed it, got up and found his phone. “Four.”
“Why don’t we shower off and go back to sleep in a clean bed.” I rolled off Grace and picked her up, getting a little whiff of that scent she’d made when she gushed all over Evan. It wasn’t quite omega perfume, but it was definitelyeau d’fuck me alpha,and that made me hard.
I made sure the bedroom curtains were closed to keep the room nice and dark so we could sleep in. Evan’s plans for today were more relaxed, and we didn’t have to be back in Rockland at any particular time. Though we all had work tomorrow.
We piled into Evan’s shower and washed, everyone a little too tired to get frisky. After we got out and dried off, Grace put on one of my shirts and crawled into bed.
“Clean sheets, clean me, mmmm,” she hummed.
I climbed in with her, pulling her to me, burying my face in her damp hair. While part of me liked it when she reeked of me, with my cum dried to the inside of her thighs, I could understand the sentiment.
Evan got in on the other side of me, naked, completing our pile. He turned off the bedside lamp, and I purred for them, letting them know how happy they made me, and how much I loved them.
I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, light illuminated the cracks between the curtains and the window, and streamed in through the bathroom door, which had been left open. Giving a little stretch, I looked at the clock on the nightstand; it was after ten.
My belly rumbled. Breakfast was definitely on the agenda. We had some chores to do. I might as well get started while they slept a little longer.
Carefully, I tried to extract myself from between Grace and Evan. Grace immediately rolled into Evan, seeking his warmth.
“Where are you going?” Evan mumbled, cuddling Grace.
“I’m going to start the laundry. Then I’ll make breakfast. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving,” I whispered, looking for boxers and a shirt in my bag.
His eyes closed. “I’ll help soon. I’m just going to cuddle her a little longer.”
Yep, I’d worn them out. I left a filled water bottle on the nightstand, then went up to the turret. The scents of us and sex hung heavily in the air, the sheets rumpled. Turning on the fan and air filter, I gathered up an armful of sheets and blankets and brought them down to the laundry room and got a load going.
I went into the kitchen and turned on the coffeepot. It took multiple trips to get everything down, and by then the aroma of coffee filled the quiet kitchen.
Pouring myself a cup, I took it out on the porch and spent a moment sipping it, enjoying the view. I was a lucky man to be able to enjoy this, with the loves of my life upstairs.
Finishing my coffee, I went inside and looked at what was in the fridge. I set out some bacon, eggs, and vegetables on the counter and then went back upstairs.
Evan was sound asleep, curled on the bed. But Grace wasn’t there. I peeked through the open door and saw her lounging in the bubble-filled tub, eyes closed.
“Hey, do you want me to bring you some coffee?” I asked softly, coming in. She looked delicious. The idea of stripping off my clothes to join in the tub tempted me.
Grace groaned. “Coffee in the bathtub? Yes, please. Sorry, I’m sore, and Evan had the foresight to bring those magic green bath fizzies.”
“You look cute in the tub. I was thinking of making a bacon and veggie scramble for breakfast? Unless you wanted pancakes?” I offered.
“Coffee and bacon, please.” She looked out the window at the lake. “So beautiful.”
I looked her right in the eye. “Yep, beautiful.”
She tipped her head up for a kiss. I captured her lips and went back downstairs to get her coffee. I got one for each of them and returned to the bedroom.
“Brought you coffee, Babe.” Placing Evan’s on the nightstand, I gave him a kiss.
Evan smiled. “Thanks, Babe.”
“Eggs and bacon for breakfast or pancakes?” I asked.
“Either sounds fantastic.” He got up on his elbows. “Where’s Grace?”
I held up Grace’s mug. “Princess Peaches gets coffee in the tub.”
She beamed as soon as I came in. “Thank you.”
