Chapter 22: Morning Town

The first light of morning crept across the floor in soft golden streaks, casting a gentle warmth over the tangle of bodies on the bed. Paul stirred first, blinking into the growing glow and realizing with a quiet groan that Kacie was still draped over his chest and Faith’s leg was hooked firmly over his thigh.

Eventually, they roused one another, stretching, smiling, wincing.

The three made their way to the shower, the mood lighter now, laughter replacing moans. There was only a hint of teasing—quick brushes of fingers, playful squeezes—but nothing more. Their bodies were sated, their minds blissfully at ease.

“I think I need a break,” Paul joked as he leaned under the spray, his voice echoing off the tiles. “I’m pretty sure I’m down a few layers of skin.”

Faith giggled. “Poor baby.”

Kacie rubbed her hip with a mock frown. “You’re not the only one who’s tender. I think I’ll be walking funny all morning.”

The water soothed and refreshed, washing away the remnants of the night. Once dried and clean, the trio turned to the question of clothing. Faith and Kacie decided on something a little less overt—though still far from modest.

Faith wore a short sarong in a bright coral hue, tied loosely at the hip over a barely-there black bikini bottom. A white linen shirt, cropped and tied just under her breasts, left her toned stomach on display and did little to hide her firm nipples.

Kacie, borrowing from Faith’s suitcase for now, chose a flowing off-shoulder sundress in sun-kissed yellow, light enough to hint at the silhouette beneath, especially when caught by the breeze. The hem fluttered high on her thighs, and the back dipped low, leaving most of her shoulders bare.

Paul stuck to his usual: tailored shorts, a soft short-sleeve button-up, and his favorite sandals. A subtle splash of cologne, and he was ready.

After breakfast, Faith and Kacie strolled hand-in-hand to Kacie’s cabana. Inside, as Kacie sorted through her clothes, Faith looked around and shook her head.

“You know,” she said casually, “this is silly. You’re barely here. Why keep paying for this place when you’re spending every night with us?”

Kacie looked up, a bit startled. “Are you saying...?”

Faith smiled. “I’m saying, come stay with us.” After a pause, continuing, “For the rest of the week.”

Kacie hesitated, cheeks flushing. “That’s a big step. I mean ... are you sure Paul’s okay with that?”

Faith laughed and stepped closer, looping an arm around her waist. “Sweetheart, we’ve talked so, yes, he is.”

Kacie blinked, then grinned. “Then I guess I’d love to.”

They packed up Kacie’s things together, folding clothes into her suitcase, gathering toiletries, and carefully tucking away a few souvenirs she’d already picked up. Then they wheeled it all back to Paul and Faith’s cabana before heading to the resort’s front desk.