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He huffed and returned to straddling Lucian’s stomach. “I was hoping for some sympathy, but whatever.”
Well, that seemed silly. Why would I have sympathy? Sympathy was reserved for pain that didn’t get him off.
“Ouch,” Noa whispered. Sitting on Lucian’s stomach was clearly a no-go for his bottom, so he mirrored Cam’s position and lay down.
Lucian smiled and reached out to touch Cam’s cheek. “I think he’s falling asleep,” he whispered.
That made me smile too, and I hugged him to me.
“So this was fun!” Kit exclaimed somewhere. “When can we go again?!”
Oh Christ. I chuckled tiredly, and I wasn’t the only one.
“Someone shut that brat up,” Macklin laughed through a groan.
Noa giggled. “I can’t wait to rub this in Franklin’s face. He’s gonna be soooo mad he missed it.”
I wasn’t so sure. Franklin and Jack were on a kinky getaway this weekend outside Pittsburgh. Several of us had friends in a community called Clara Hill in that area, and Jack was one of them. One of his college friends lived on the estate, I’d heard.
“Cam, darling?” Lucian ghosted his knuckles over Cam’s arm. “Don’t fall asleep yet.”
Cam let out a soft whine on top of me. “But I’m tired, Owner…”
I exchanged a glance with Lucian. It was time to get the boys back to the cabin.
* * *
Since we were in the main house, we took the opportunity to shower before we returned to our private haven.
Once there, we ordered the boys upstairs and into jammies so Lucian and I could finish our aftercare preparations. It was easier for me to remain somewhat immobile, despite I’d put on my braces for extra support. I took it upon myself to get us snacks in our little kitchen nook. I mean, even I could manage cutting up fruit, pouring Easter candy into a bowl, and making a few sandwiches.
In the meantime, Lucian raided our bathroom and sitting area for our aftercare kit, the boys’ stuffies, and extra blankets.
“Daddy, are you sure you don’t need help?” Cam asked from upstairs.
I smirked to myself and shook the mustard. “This must be torture for you, honey. But I think I got this.”
“If not, I have poison control on speed dial,” he joked, snickering.
I just grinned. He was too cute.
Sandwiches were otherwise my jam. Delicious bread—made by Cam—cheese, turkey, little bit of mustard, crisp lettuce, little bit of mayo too—even that was homemade by Cam—and tomatoes. See? Perfectly fine meal.
I cut each sandwich into triangles and plated them. Napkins, soda, water, candy, hmm…might as well grab a bag of chips?—
“You’re not taking chips, are you?” Cam pressed.
I paused with my hand halfway into the cabinet.
“The sandwiches are a hazard enough for the bed,” he said.
He had a point. I let the chips be. “I may not be anything to brag about in the kitchen, but I wasn’t born yesterday. I would never bring chips into bed.”
They had so little faith in me.
I heard Lucian sigh behind me. “Don’t even think about apologizing. I saw him reaching for a bag.”
Fucker!
