Hunter hummed, a heavy, sleepy sound, and Nireas kissed my cheek. "My turn," he said, gathering me carefully into his arms.
"Can I join you?" Constantine asked.
Nireas nodded. "She gets very slippery in the bath. Doesn't do a lick of work for herself," he teased.
I snorted, staring down at the tangle of men we'd left on the bed, all glossy with sweat, a little stained with their own releases. So satisfied.
Not a lick of work indeed, I thought, fiercely proud of their exhaustion.
"Oh!" I cried out, stiffening in Nireas's arms as the idea struck me.
"What's wrong?" Constantine asked, jumping up.
"Nothing! I just realized what a good juggling act that would make for the company," I said, grinning.
Ronan blinked one bleary eye open. "What? All eight hours of fucking?"
I laughed as Nireas carried me toward the bathroom. "Just the last half hour will do, if you're up for it."
Ronan grumbled and muttered something about "insatiable nymph appetites," rolling over in the bed and promptly starting to snore.
"Reddy doesn't deserve a mind as wicked as yours," Nireas said.
"Nor do we," Constantine said.
"Too bad. You lot are stuck with me now," I said, a riotous joy bubbling in my chest at the truth of the words.
"And lucky as kings for it, nymph," Nireas whispered in my ear. "We won't forget it."
I know, I thought, soft and content in four arms, in a pretty house in Mayfair, and in the hearts of my lovers. I won't forget my luck either.