Everyone familiar are Janet's.

I hooked Stephanie's knees with my hands and lifted her effortlessly up against me.

"The bedroom," she said, unlocking our lips and skimming hers down my neck.

"Is currently occupied," I finished for her. "What I have in mind for you, I don't want interrupted if you start making that noise you claim you don't make."

I put her down on the couch and left her long enough to check on Olivia. I have to see with my own eyes that my women are both okay. Olive's exquisite face is still peaceful, her brown eyes remained closed, and her chest is rising and falling reassuringly. Seeing what I needed to, I went back to her mother.

Without speaking, I kissed Steph again and came down on top of her. Her legs opened so I could slide between them. My hands moved to her breasts and her fingers stroked me through my cargo pants. Adrenaline and fear can be their own form of foreplay. This is one of those times. I slid her pants off, pushed her shirt up, and sank into her as her body closed like a blanket around me.