The Pack's Emissary
“We can rinse off after. Aislen, you’re next, so you might as well come a give me a hand with Cam.”
“A hand or a hand?” She grinned.
Rhett snorted his laughter.
“We will all come,” Talen decided, looking around the room. “We are done here. Or, as done as we can be. And I would like to spend some time at self-care before we indulge in sexual care.”
“Sure thing,” Rhett passed the razors to Aislen before slinging his arm around her shoulders, holding the electric razor in his other hand. “Lovers who groom together stick together, after all.”