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“What?”
“All of us together. Getting gangbanged.”
I chuckled. “Don’t call it that!”
“Why not? That’s what happened.”
“It sounds so vulgar. So naughty. So…”
“Hot?” Christian asked.
“Okay, yeah, It’s hot. And yes, it absolutely lived up to my expectations. Even though I didn’t really have any expectations for how something like that might go.”
“Glad you came home early,” Braden said, reaching over and smacking Logan on the bare thigh. “And then I’m glad youcameearly.”
Logan snorted. “Tease me all you want. I don’t care if I came quicker than normal. That shit washot.”
All of us nodded in agreement.
Logan got up first and went to take a shower. I joined him, followed by Christian and Braden. It was cramped in the walk-in shower, but that added an element of humor to the entire situation. I lathered up a washcloth and helped clean my three men off, and they did the same to me, six hands rubbing soap into my skin. It was a good metaphor for our relationship in general: it was crowded with four of us, so we had to rely on each other more than a regular relationship.
After showering, Logan went to the guest bedroom to check on Claire. I didn’t intend to snoop, but I peeked in on them from the kitchen, where I had a view straight into the cracked doorway of the guest room. Logan was sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking Claire’s hair. He sat there for a long time, just staring down at his daughter.
He’s a good father, despite all of this being thrust upon him without warning. I doubt I would’ve handled this as well as him if I were in his shoes.
The four of us were cramped in my bed, but somehow we made it work—although Braden muttered about Christian kicking in his sleep. I slept deeply, surrounded by the men who cared about me. How could a woman in that positionnotget a great night of sleep?
“I already called her twice,” Logan said while we ate breakfast around the dining room table. “The social worker isn’t answering her phone.”
“Well, itisseven-thirty in the morning,” Christian pointed out.
“What do you need help with today?” Claire asked. “Besides poop scooping and bathing the dogs.”
I pulled my chair closer to Claire and put on a comforting smile. “We actually don’t need any more help.”
Claire looked at me like I had said the sky was made of neon pudding. “Yes you do.”
“You’ve helped usso much,” I said. “More than most people ever do in a lifetime! But it’s time for me to let Suzie and Ken do all of the work in the kennel. You have to focus on your studies.”
“I can do both,” she insisted. “Ken doesn’t poop scoop as good as me. He misses Princess’s poop because it’s so small, but I make sure I get it all.”
“We might get in trouble if we let you work here,” Logan explained calmly. “You’re only supposed to do your schoolwork. And a business like Beth’s can’t hire children. They have to use regular workers.”
“That’s dumb. Youneedme.”
“Maybe you can help more in the future!” I said cheerfully. “But for now…”
“No,” Claire snapped angrily. “Ken doesn’t poop scoop the right way. I justtold you.”
“I know, but…”
“You’re notlistening,” she whined. “I need to help!”
“Claire, this isn’t a debate,” Logan said a little more forcefully. “For the next few weeks, maybe longer, you need to only focus on your homework. Understand?”
Claire got up from the table and tossed a handful of bacon on the floor. “I hate you. I miss my mom!”
“CLAIRE,” Logan bellowed. “You clean up that messright now.”
