“Thank you,” she said quietly.
When he was done, he tossed the cloth down on the floor. He’d pick it up in the morning. He pulled the blankets over Tachina. He walked around the bed and climbed in with her.
“You don’t have to thank me for taking care of you.” He snagged her wrist and brought her close to him. He wrapped his arms around her and met her curious gaze. A smile came to his lips. “You want to make sure they all have a chance to reach the egg? Give me about fifteen minutes.”
Her laughter rang out. She snuggled herself into his arms and buried her face against his chest.
“Only fifteen minutes? You’re not as young as you used to be.” She giggled.
“Did you just call me old?”
“I mean…” She shrugged and grinned. She gazed up at him with a twinkle in her eyes.
He smirked and pressed his hard cock on her stomach. That silenced her. She peeked down underneath the covers, flicking her gaze back to his.
“Oh.”
The look on her face was adorable. He rolled them over until he was on top of her again. She barked a laugh and wrapped her arms around him. He kissed her deeply while reaching between them. He lined up his cock with her slick opening and sank deep inside her.
“Fuck fifteen minutes. This old man is ready now.”
Tachina slowly drifted away. The cozy haze of sleep was a wonderful place to be. Her body felt blissfully heavy, fully used in ways she hadn’t experienced in years. There were muscles she’d forgotten existed. Her limbs were tangled in the sheets that smelled like Vic.
She inhaled deeply and brought more of his scent in. She relished the night they’d had together. She could do nothing but lie there and smile.
Then she heard whispering. Not the quiet kind. Hermuscles tensed.
“Dad…Daddy… Why is Mommy in your bed?”
Her eyes flew open at her son’s question.
Oh no!
She had meant to creep out of Vic’s bedroom and go to hers before Kian woke up, but here she was, in a blissful state and still naked.
She turned her head just enough to see Vic sit upright beside her. His hair was mussed, his chest was still bare, and he looked exhausted but slightly panicked, too.
He, too, was still naked.
This was an expression she’d never seen on him until now. He was always cool, calm, and collected and always had an answer for everything.
“Hey, buddy.” Vic cleared his throat. He combed his fingers through his hair and pushed it away from his face. “Mommy…uh…had a bad dream and she was scared.”
Vic, God bless him, was horrible at whispering.
“A bad dream?” Kian gasped. “Like monsters?”
“Uh…yeah. Monsters kept her up.” Vic nodded quickly. His eyes darted to her and met her gaze. His eyes held a silent plea for help.
Tachina wanted to die—or laugh. She wasn’t sure which. Maybe she’d do both.
Kian turned and ran out of the room.
Vic exhaled and released a curse. He scrubbed a hand across his face. Tachina tried her best not to laugh out loud. They’d been caught by their four-year-old.
“We have about ten seconds before he comes back.” Vic glanced over at the open door.
“Okay,” she whispered. She pushed up and looked for something to cover herself up with. “I thought you were going to set an alarm!”