Page 85 of Undying Resilience

“Fuck.” Oliver stares down at them, breathing hard. “Fuck.”

“I know,” Rhett says. He’s stroking Wren’s hair while she has her face buried in his neck.

“Rhett,” Oliver groans. He keeps his gaze locked with Rhett’s as he finishes. When he pulls out, their cum leaks out of Wren.

“So fucking hot,” I mutter.

As Rhett eases out of Wren, Oliver leans down and kisses her back. “How did that feel, princess?”

“I want to do it again,” she pants. “Oh god, not now. Some other time. I want Oliver and Ell. And then I want Ell and Rhett.”

I smile, helping her off of Rhett and pulling her into my lap. “There’s nothing I’d like more.”

We catch our breath for a few minutes, but we’re all sweaty and a little sticky.

“Come shower with me, love,” I say, helping Wren to her feet.

“You come right back here when you’re done,” Oliver says. “I have questions.” He gives me a pointed look.

Odd.

In my room, I get the shower turned on and pull Wren under the water. She’s shivering already since she isn’t pressed up against one of us anymore.

“How are you feeling?” I ask.

She nods, hugging herself, which isn’t the response I was looking for.

“Hey. Is this okay? Do you need me to step out while you finish?”

“What? No, you’re fine. I was just thinking. I... I don’t want to take a bath today.”

“Oh. That’s fine, love.”

I always enjoy soaking in the bath with Wren, and I’ll miss the time with her. But as long as she doesn’t think she’ll be too sore without it, I don’t mind. It’s not like we’ll never do it again.

Gently, I scrub her down, and she insists on doing the same to me. I used to think it was weird—the idea of your partner washing you. But then Rhett started doing it, and I realized it’s one of the ways he tells me he loves me since he has so much trouble saying the words. Ever since then, I’ve always looked forward to it.

Out of the shower, we dry off and get changed quickly. I’m curious what Oliver has questions about. By the time we make it back to Rhett’s room, they’re already changing the sheets.

“So,” Oliver says. “Who called you?” One of his eyebrows is raised in what almost looks like a challenge, and I realize he already knows.

“You heard.”

He nods.

“I didn’t,” Wren says.

Oliver grins. “You were too busy kissing Rhett all over his neck while he carried you down the hallway.”

Grabbing one of the blankets that fell off the bed, I drape it over Wren’s shoulders. This conversation has the potential to send her mind to dark places, so I keep an arm around her.

“It was Ludo,” I say.

Rhett freezes. “What did he want?”

“He offered us a job. Not the usual kind, though. He needs a bodyguard for his fiancée while they’re on a trip next week.”

“Next week?” Oliver exclaims. “Jesus. That’s short notice.”