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"Falling asleep on us, baby girl?" I scooted closer to touch her ankle, and she shivered at that too. Our poor girl, so sensitive and orgasmed out.
"Mm no," she mumbled, but her fluttering eyelids and slack limbs said otherwise.
"Are you sore?" Shadow curled his body around hers, stroking a hand down her thigh. "We can start a bath for you."
Mari perked up at that, stretching her legs out long with a point in her toes and arch in her back. I could only sigh at the sight of her, so beautiful in everything she did.
"Bath sounds nice."
"Jandro." Reaper looked up at the VP who was opening the windows in the room. "What's for dinner?"
Jandro glared at him. "You're lucky your ass is gimpy, otherwise I wouldn't even entertain that question."
"Gotta milk it while I can." Reaper placed his hands behind his head.
"I'll help with food." Shadow placed a final kiss on Mari and rolled up from the bed.
"Thank you. At least one of y'all is useful," Jandro declared dramatically.
I slid into the spot Shadow just left, hugging around Mari's waist as I spooned her. "Guess that leaves me to help you with your bath."
"And me," Reaper said, grimacing as he sat up. "With what I can, anyway."
"With the two of you, what could go wrong?" Mari laughed as she kissed me over shoulder.
"That's right." I grinned against her lips. "You were the key to preventing a zombie apocalypse by an evil god, so you definitely need a couple of dudes to help you with a bath."
"I'll take it as a perk." She grinned back, rubbing the stubble on my jaw. "Especially if it's from the men in this room."
"Good." I scooped an arm under her legs and hauled her against my chest. "'Cause we're the ones you're stuck with."
Mari wrapped an arm around my shoulders, drawing me in for a deeper kiss. "Perfect."
Thirty-One
SHADOW
Jandro and I were both pretty brain-dead after the sex, so we kept dinner simple—chicken tacos topped with random shit we found in the fridge. We all just stood around the counter, building the tacos as we wanted and then shoving them in our mouths. In other words, perfection.
“You think the governor’s gonna throw another dinner party for us?” Jandro wondered after shoving his fourth taco down his gullet.
“Fuck, I hope not.” I lost count of how many I ate, but I was in the middle of piling another one high with avocados and salsa.
“No?” Jandro looked incredulous. “We’re even bigger heroes now, we saved the fuckin’ world! You don’t want to eat fancy, rich-people shit on the governor's dime again?”
“I don’t want to wear too many layers of clothes and be forced to talk to boring people.”
He laughed. “You got a point there.” We were quiet for a moment while I chewed my food, but I felt the weight of his gaze for his next question. “Still sleeping good?”
“Yeah. Great, actually.”
“Good, man. I’m glad to hear that.” He turned at the sound of footsteps to see Reaper emerge from the hall—freshly showered and in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt.
“Yo.” Reaper slapped Jandro’s shoulder. “Leave me any food?”
“Yes, Your Highness,” Jandro scoffed. “How’s our queen?”
Reaper wandered toward the taco items. “Wrinkly from her bath and half-asleep.”
