My brain was sliding towards sleep as the room started to shake around us. "Tagan, stop. I'm tired." I pushed at him with my shoulders.
He chuckled, the sound both lazy and tight. "As much as I want to go another round, cheeks, that wasn't me. Nor do I think it was normal." He hoisted me up into his arms and pushed from the bed.
That better be you two, Thane said over the mental connection.
Not us. But we're on our way, Grumpy replied.
Get some f*****g clothes on this time. Real clothes. Sorry, Hols, Tove added.
I pouted, but understood. And, joy of joys, we were in Grumpy's room where my clothes were stored. He set me down in front of the dresser.
I pulled on the drawers that held my panties (stupid), my bras (torture devices from hell), leggings (palatable), and tanks (if I h
