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“Yeah.” He took the soap from me, beginning to return the favor, his hands slick and firm as they mapped my body. “I hope we didn’t freak her out. Maybe it was too much, too fast.”
The worry that had been simmering in my gut intensified. “Maybe she just needed a minute. Let’s give her space, but if she doesn’t come back, we’ll take your rental car out and find her.”
His hand stroked down my back, gentle and reassuring. “She’ll be back soon. I’m sure of it.”
We finished washing, the intimate act of cleaning each other a different kind of closeness than the sex we’d shared. I shut off the water and reached for towels, tossing one to Kiaan as we stepped out into the steamy bathroom.
“Fuck, all our clothes are in our suitcases,” I realized, wrapping the towel around my waist.
Kiaan grinned, flicking water at me. “So we have to walk through the tiny house naked again? It will be a hardship to stare at your magnificent firefighter body some more.”
We were giggling again as we padded through the tiny house to where our bags sat in the corner of the living room behind the couch. I dug through mine for clean underwear and a henley, while Kiaan pulled out designer jeans and a soft-looking sweater that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe.
“You look good in that sweater,” I said. “But you look even better in nothing at all. Preferably on your hands and knees, arching your back, licking Skylar’s pussy, and begging for me to stuff you full.”
He flipped me off, but the flush creeping up his neck told me he liked the compliment. As we dressed, the sticity of the moment struck me—how natural it felt to be here with him, waiting for Skylar. The three of us fit together in ways I hadn’t imagined would be possible.
My phone sang out from the coffee table, my sister’s custom ringtone. I grabbed it, showing Kiaan the screen. “It’s Aimee.”
“Your sister?” He tugged his sweater over his head, his hair sticking up adorably. “The one who runs the sex podcast?”
“Relationship podcast,” I corrected, though the distinction was often blurry with Aimee’s content. “She’s a psychologist, too.”
“Want some privacy?”
“Nah. Why don’t you join in? She’d be thrilled. I can put it on speaker.”
He groaned, then nodded, and we settled onto the small couch, our thighs pressed together as I answered the call.
“Hey, big brother!” Aimee’s voice burst through the speaker, bright and energetic as always. “How’s the romantic island getaway going? Have you professed your undying love yet, or are you still being a chicken?”
I felt my face heat as I glanced at Kiaan, who was grinning widely. “It’s, uh, going better than expected, actually.”
“Ooooh, do tell!” I could practically hear her leaning forward in anticipation.
“I’m here with Kiaan right now,” I said, clearing my throat. “You’re on speaker.”
“Hi, Kiaan!” Aimee chirped without missing a beat. “Has my brother been treating you right?”
Kiaan’s eyes met mine, amusement dancing in their depths. “More than right, I’d say.”
“Listen, Aimee,” I interjected before she could probe further. “You know about relationships and stuff with your podcast. What do you know about, uh, throuple dynamics?”
There was a beat of silence, then an ear-splitting squeal that made both Kiaan and me wince. “The three of you are hitting it off? Ryker, that’s amazing! Tell me everything!”
“Not everything,” I muttered, but couldn’t help smiling at her enthusiasm. “It’s just... it’s complicated. At first, it seemed like Skylar had some anxiety about all of it. It turns out you were right. Skylar’s grandmother was scheming.”
“I TOLD you no adult woman would have her grandmother handle her travel itinerary, but you refused to listen.”
“Anyway, that’s all better now. We’ve been… connecting. But can it work long-term?”
“Of course. People enter all sorts of dynamics long term, and throuples aren’t as rare as you think. Healthy throuples are all about communication,” Aimee said, her voice taking on the professional tone she used for her podcast. “Everything needs to be discussed openly—expectations, boundaries, feelings. No assuming, no mind-reading.”
My stomach dropped as I thought about how Skylar had rushed off earlier. “What about when one person seems to need space? Like, if they just... leave?”
Aimee went quiet for a moment. “Is Skylar not there right now?”
“She left about an hour ago,” Kiaan answered, his hand finding mine on the couch between us. “Seemed kind of upset, but trying to hide it.”
