I'm stunned that my hands could knead bread dough at the moment, much less living warm flesh. I work Jordan's muscles, rubbing the cream thoroughly into the skin. With the high concentration of lavender, he should experience a reaction any minute now.
Nothing yet except his soft sigh of contentment.
I tackle Kent's tense muscles next, massaging between his shoulder blades. His soft sounds of bliss tug at my heartstrings.
Next, I pummel up and down Wiley's straight back, which is already fairly loose from our afternoon of love.
If the Moon Goddess takes them now, let it be when they're happy. They deserve that much, no matter what they've done.
I can hear my father's words ringing in my head: 'They hurt me, Aurora!"
I squeeze my eyes shut before I take a deep breath and continue
