Chapter 20: The Warmth Between

The silence that followed was soft and saturated with breath. Kacie lay still, her body limp between them, her limbs draped over Faith and Paul, her skin slick with sweat and glowing in the low lamplight. The intensity of what they’d shared had left her trembling and weak, in the most blissful way.

After a long moment, they began to gently disentangle. Faith kissed Kacie’s shoulder and slid out from beneath her, brushing hair from her face. “I’ll run a bath,” she whispered, her voice a gentle hum of comfort. “We could all use a soak.”

Paul stayed with Kacie, stroking her thigh, her side, tracing slow circles on her hip. She looked up at him with sleepy eyes and a smile that was half awe, half gratitude.

When Faith called out that the tub was ready, Paul gathered Kacie into his arms. She was light and warm against him, and she nuzzled into his neck as he carried her through the ensuite door.

The scent met them first—light and exotic, a heady blend of coconut, jasmine, and sweet citrus from the bath beads Faith had scattered into the steaming water. The large tub glowed slightly in the dim light, reflecting the golden candle flicker from the vanity. Faith was already inside, the water lapping gently around her as she leaned back against the curve of the porcelain.

Paul knelt and lowered Kacie into the bath with care, cradling her until her body settled between Faith’s legs. Kacie leaned back, sighing as her head came to rest on Faith’s chest, the water folding around her like silk.

Faith wrapped her arms around her and pressed a kiss to her temple. “You did so well tonight,” she whispered.

Paul rose, stretching, and turned toward the shower. He adjusted the temperature, and soon the soft hiss of spray filled the room. Both women watched him, quiet and wide-eyed.

They admired him openly—his powerful legs, the strength in his back and shoulders, the easy way his muscles moved beneath his skin. His cock was still hanging semi-hard, a lazy curve that hinted at readiness. Faith tilted her head, lips brushing Kacie’s ear.

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?”

Kacie nodded. “So beautiful.”

They whispered and smiled, skin slipping beneath the surface of the water as they relaxed, their bodies heavy and content.

Paul finished his shower and toweled off, water gleaming across his chest and forearms. He looked over at them, eyes warm. “Take your time,” he said, grinning. “I’ll be waiting.”

As he left the room, the door eased shut behind him.

Faith ran a wet hand slowly over Kacie’s belly. “You okay?”

Kacie turned her head slightly to meet her gaze. “More than okay. That was incredible. Everything I wanted, and more.”

Faith kissed her. “Good. I needed to hear that.”

They stayed like that for a while, limbs tangled, the warm water wrapping around them. Then Faith reached for the hot tap and let a fresh stream pour in, bringing the temperature back up. They washed each other slowly, massaging soap into shoulders, arms, and legs. Fingers lingered in hair, behind ears, over the softest curves of each other’s bodies.

Once clean, they stepped out into the open air of the ensuite, wrapping themselves in thick towels. Faith brushed out Kacie’s damp hair with long, careful strokes, working through the waves with patience. Kacie returned the favor, tending to Faith’s wild curls until they fell into soft, dark spirals against her back.

They smiled at each other, eyes bright with affection, then padded out into the bedroom.

They expected Paul to be waiting—naked, hard, ready for another round.

Instead, they found him fast asleep.

One arm draped across the pillow, the sheet barely covering his hip, his breathing deep and even. He looked peaceful.

The women looked at each other, giggling.

Faith leaned down and kissed his cheek. “Poor thing.”

They shrugged in unison and climbed into bed—one on each side, slipping under the covers, curling in close to the man between them.

And within minutes, they joined him in sleep.