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A click followed by a louder buzzing sound brings my attention back to her. Those eyes that I want to stare into for the rest of my life roll back, and she moans around my cock. She sucks faster, and I know what’s coming—her.

“Fuck, Bunny. So fucking beautiful when you’re about to come. You know how bad I need you, right?”

She whimpers something, and I watch her arch her back, slamming her ass against the shower wall to take every inch of my favorite teammate. I feel her legs tremble, and I reach down to cup one of her breasts in my palm.

“I never knew how bad I needed you. Even when I didn’t want to think about you, it was still you who made my cock this hard. It was still you that made me come so hard, in this shower, like I’m about to again. Now, be a good girl for Daddy and come with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

I roll her hard nipple between my fingertips, pushing her over the edge. She cries out, but it’s muffled when I rock my hips forward, and she takes me to the hilt.

Feeling her cry out my name around my cock undoes me. That heat at the base of my spine erupts, and I pour into her throat. My vision blurs, and I swear my leg nearly gives out before I brace myself with one hand on the wall behind her.

My chest heaves and my heart pounds as the water trickles down over the back of my neck. The only thing that keeps me grounded in this moment—a moment I wish I could live in forever—is what I see when I look down. The globes of Josie’s ass are pressed against the tile wall, her back is arched, and she’s looking up at me with a sated, hooded gaze. She is spent, blissed out, and looks so perfect.

Once I’m sure neither of us are going to collapse, I trace my thumb over her heated cheeks. I look at each sun-kissed freckle, the ones I remember from before, and the new ones that I wish I were with her when she got them.

Her eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint. I tilt my head as she swallows around me before swirling her tongue over the underside of my length.

“Goddammit, you’re too good for me,” I hiss out.

She lazily nods. “Mm-hmm.”

She eases me out of her mouth, finally freeing the head of my cock with a wet pop. I grab the wand from her and turn it off, setting it back on the bench. Stepping into her, I press her back against the shower wall, knowing that there’s still a toy deep inside her. That thought alone has my cock aching for more of this—more of her. I don’t care though, because now, I can finally do what I’ve wanted to since her performance started. I crane my neck and bring my mouth to her puffy and well-fucked lips, devouring her as I taste myself.

Her arms drape around my neck, and no kiss has felt more needed than the one in this moment. My hands cup her ass, and I drag them up before splaying them across her back, never breaking our kiss. I feel her pebbled nipples and her cool metal piercings against me as I hold her tight. I step back, pulling her with me, and her whole body shudders as Octavius slips free from her pussy.

She gasps into my mouth, finally breaking our kiss. “How about a little warning?”

I arch a brow and let out a low hum. “A little warning?”

She playfully slaps my chest and rolls her eyes. I reach behind her and grab Octavius, pulling my purple friend from the wall with a loud pop. Holding him up between us, I drag my tongue over the entire length, flicking it over the tip, just like she did to me. It fucking tastes like heaven—like her—and has me considering dropping to my knees and hiking her legs over my shoulders right now to get another taste. Her jaw drops, but I shrug. “What? Don’t think I was going to let him have all the fun. Besides, I need to make sure you were properly satisfied.”

CHAPTER 35

JOSIE

Cozy

“Is everything okay?” Sly’s deep voice rumbles from behind me. With his chest pressed to my back, I feel the vibrations, even through his hoodie, making me feel tiny by comparison.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” I ask, craning my neck enough to peek at him over my shoulder.

He chuckles. “You’ve kicked the sheets at the end of the bed up in the air at least four times in the last five minutes. Are you not comfortable?”

“Oh,” I say, realizing that he’s right. I’ve been absentmindedly kicking the sheets like the hippie kid at college playing Hacky Sack for the first time.

Sleeping in a bed besides the one in my van is always an adjustment. It’s been almost three weeks since I checked into the motel, and I’m still barely used to that bed. Needless to say, sleeping in the same bed as another person is equally foreign to me—much less Sly’s bed.

I twist in his arms until we’re face-to-face. “Yeah.” I hum awkwardly, biting the inside of my cheek. “In my van, I sleep with a weighted blanket. I need something to feel like I’m being, I don’t know, it sounds silly, but like⁠—”

He tosses the blanket off us and shifts to his edge of the bed. “You should’ve said something. I’ll grab my heavy comforter.”

I sit up and see him reach for a single crutch I never noticed before. “Wait, no, Sly. I’ll get it.”

He looks at me over his shoulder, and I see that same smoldering gaze, the one he melted me with in the shower earlier. This time, there’s no playfulness.

“It’s fine. Stay in bed. This is hardly the first time I’ve had to get up in the middle of the night, or used my crutch to get around my apartment after I’ve already taken my prosthetic off.”

“Oh,” I say, realizing that there is still so much about this part of his life I don’t know about.