Chapter 389: Shopping

Morning light filtered softly through the curtains. Stan stirred first, the warm weight of Maya and Sophie still pressed against him on either side. For a moment he simply lay there, savoring the soft press of their bare skin, the gentle rise and fall of their breathing. Then his senses stretched outward, quiet, precise.

Camilla was gone. Not in the room. Not elsewhere in the house. Not even lingering somewhere outside within his range. She had not returned at any point during the night.

Stan exhaled slowly through his nose, a quiet sigh. ’How long does she plan to stay like this...’

Before the thought could settle too deeply, Maya shifted against his side. Her lashes fluttered, and a soft, contented sound escaped her as she nuzzled closer, her full breast brushing warm against his ribs.

A moment later Sophie stirred as well, stretching languidly before tucking herself more firmly against him, one leg sliding over his thigh.

Maya’s eyes opened fully. A slow, sleepy smile curved her lips. "Good morning, my love..." Her voice was husky with sleep, warm and intimate. She tilted her face up and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Sophie followed almost immediately, her hand drifting across his chest in a lazy caress. "Mmm... morning." She kissed the other side of his jaw, lips soft and warm. "You feel even better to wake up to than you did last night."

Stan’s arms tightened around both of them, drawing them closer. "Morning, both of you." His voice was low, still rough from sleep. "Sleep well?"

Maya hummed against his skin, fingers tracing idle patterns over the hard planes of his chest. "Too well. I almost don’t want to get up." Her thigh shifted higher along his, the soft press of her body openly affectionate. "You make a dangerously good pillow."

Sophie’s soft laugh vibrated against his other side. "He does. Warm... solid... and he doesn’t even try to escape when we cling to him." Her hand slid lower, resting possessively over his stomach. "I could stay like this all morning."

They lingered that way for a while, soft kisses, slow caresses, the easy intimacy of three bodies still tangled together under the sheets. Maya eventually propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at him with a playful, affectionate expression.

"We should probably get up at some point," she said, though she made no move to leave his side. "Especially since..." She glanced toward the kitchen direction with a small, knowing smile. "Someone has absolutely nothing edible left in this house."

Sophie lifted her head, eyes sparkling with quiet amusement. "She’s right. I checked the cabinets last night while looking for the tray. Empty. Completely. You were clearly living on pure willpower and whatever we brought."

Stan gave a low, rueful chuckle. "Caught."

Maya leaned down and brushed another soft kiss across his lips. "Then it’s settled. We’ll go shopping with you. Stock this place properly so our king doesn’t starve between visits." Her fingers traced a slow line down his chest as she spoke, lingering. "And maybe pick up a few things for... later."

Sophie stretched again, the motion making her soft breasts press more firmly against him for a moment. "I like that plan. Breakfast out, shopping together, then back here." She smiled against his shoulder. "Sounds like a perfect morning."

Stan’s hands stroked slowly along their backs, savoring the warm silk of their skin. "Then that’s what we’ll do."

The three of them remained tangled together a little longer, exchanging soft kisses and quiet, affectionate words.

With that they rose from the bed together, still warm from sleep and each other’s skin. A quick shared shower followed, steam rising around them once more as soft hands moved over wet bodies with familiar, affectionate ease.

Maya soaped Stan’s chest while Sophie rinsed his back; his own palms glided over the curves of their hips and the full undersides of their breasts, lingering just long enough to draw soft smiles and quiet, contented sounds. No urgency this time, only the easy intimacy of people who already knew every inch of one another.

They dried off and dressed without hurry. Maya slipped into a soft, form-fitting dress that hugged her waist and flared gently over her hips; Sophie chose a similar style in a complementary shade, the fabric clinging just enough to hint at the full curves beneath.

Stan pulled on dark jeans and a simple black shirt that sat well across his shoulders. The three of them moved around one another with quiet coordination.

In the elevator the close space only heightened the lingering warmth between them. Maya leaned lightly against Stan’s side, her soft breast brushing his arm with every small shift of the descending cabin.

Sophie stood on his other side, her fingers briefly linking with his. The mirrored walls reflected the easy way they stood together, close, comfortable, still carrying the quiet afterglow of the night.

"You smell good," Maya murmured, tilting her face up toward him with a small smile. "Whatever that soap was... I like it on you."

Sophie gave a soft, agreeing hum. "Mm. Makes me want to skip the shopping and drag him straight back upstairs."

Stan’s low chuckle filled the quiet elevator. "Tempting. But if we do that, we’ll be back to empty cabinets by tonight. And I seem to remember two very persuasive women insisting I stock up."

Maya’s fingers traced a brief, playful line along his forearm. "We’re responsible like that. Sometimes."

The elevator doors opened onto the underground garage. Stan led them to his sleek black Audi, unlocking it with a soft click.

Maya settled into the front seat; Sophie claimed the back, immediately leaning forward between the seats so she could stay close.

As the engine purred to life and the car pulled out into the morning light, Maya rested her hand lightly on Stan’s thigh, her thumb stroking slow, absent circles through the denim. Sophie’s fingers found the back of his neck from behind, tracing the short hair there with gentle affection.

"I like seeing you drive," Sophie said softly, her voice warm. "You look so focused... and a little dangerous."

Maya smiled, her hand still resting possessively on his leg. "He always does. It’s unfair, really. We should be the ones distracting him, not the other way around."

Stan glanced briefly at Maya, then checked the mirror to catch Sophie’s reflection, a small, genuine smile tugging at his mouth. "You’re both doing a fairly good job of that already."

The city slid past the windows in soft morning light.