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Sweat covers my body as I pound into her while Micah reaches beneath her to roll her nipples. His fingers come back slick with his own release. He eyes me, communicating a silent idea with the movement of his gaze.
Letting go of Six's hair, I push her shoulder blades down into the mattress, the curve of her spine pushing her ass further into the air. I don't stop moving, gripping her hips and digging my fingers into her skin to pull her against me to meet my thrusts. As I move, Micah spreads his cum along her ass crack, teasing her puckered hole.
When Micah presses his finger to breach her hole, she screams. Her walls clamp around me like a vice, forcing my climax to hit me with the force of a head on collision. The ripples of her orgasm massage against me, milking every drop of cum from my body.
My real orgasm comes so fast that I almost forget to aim for the cup, hot cum splashing against the sides and making a mess. It's unlike me to be so uncontrolled, but that's how Six makes me feel, even when she’s nothing more than a fantasy.
Screwing the lid on the specimen cup and tucking myself back into my pants, I get myself as cleaned up as I can in the little sink. The trauma of the past couple days has left me physically weak, and a wave of dizziness washes over me. My increased heart rate, paired with the activity of standing and bending over the sink, is too much for my battered body. Red-tinged vomit splatters into the stainless steel toilet.
Leaving the cup on the sink, I stumble back to the bed and pass out.
The buzz of an alarm startles me from a deep sleep. I have no idea how long I've been out, but I don't feel rested at all. My head is heavy, vision fuzzy, as I struggle to open my eyes. The dark shadow of a person looms over me.
A prick of pain in my neck. And then darkness again.
Luis
We aren't getting anywhere.
Lukas takes off his glasses, rubbing his eyes. “I don't think there's anything more to be found.”
I sigh, nodding my agreement. With Tony’s help, the five of us have been going through the BioCere files with a fine-tooth comb for two days now. It doesn't feel like we're any closer to getting Bennet to safety and taking Jackson Adley down.
“Tony thinks he might be close to taking control of the security system.” It's the last bit of hope I can cling to.
“And then what? Exactly how does that help us?”
Lukas has a point. The idea that we could somehow reach Bennet and help him sneak out seems far-fetched. But it's the only working plan we have right now.
“It's all we've got right now.” I shrug, feeling defeated. “Our only other choice is to reach out to Bennet's contact with the FBI. But I'm not willing to stake Bennet's life on the likelihood of that working out in our favor. If Adley were tipped off…”
“No, I agree. The FBI isn't a good idea until Bennet is out.”
He rakes his hands through his hair, roughly tugging the ends. I notice he does this a lot when the stress is really getting to him. Micah called it “stimming,” which is apparently medical-speak for coping mechanisms that involve repetitive movements. He said it’s common for everyone to stim, but that it’s more frequent or noticeable in people who are neurodivergent.
The sound of laughter filters in from the outside. Through the window, we see Six run into view, her fists raised victoriously, Micah following shortly behind. Jackson brings up the rear. They're all covered in a sheen of sweat. I know she has been using sex and exercise to distract herself from the pain of missing Bennet. But seeing her be so carefree, even for a moment, is a breath of fresh air.
Momentarily distracted from his distress, Lukas smiles. I think we all probably feel guilty about it, but Six has been our solace. The stolen moments throughout the day, the five of us together at night. It's been helping keep us from losing our minds.
The only good news we've had in days is when the Coolsons checked in from their cruise. They're having a great time. None of us had the heart to tell them what's going on, so they went back to their vacation with no worries.
She opens the door, laughing. “Don't lie! I know you let me win.”
My mouth waters at the sight of her, wearing a pair of shorts and a sports bra. The beads of sweat pouring off her body make me thirsty. Her mouth is stretched in a wide grin, her chest heaving as she catches her breath.
“How's it going in here?” she asks us, her expression sobering a bit.
“Nothing new to report just yet.” I watch as she moves towards Lukas like a magnet, as if she can sense his turmoil. Her hands push through his hair.
Lukas grabs her and pulls her into his lap.
“I'm all sweaty!” she squeals, but her squeal becomes a sigh as Lukas licks a bead of sweat off her neck.
“Well, I guess he'll just need a shower now, won't he?” I wink in their direction, hoping the distraction will help get Lukas back into his right frame of mind.
Six seems to like the sound of that idea, or else senses it's exactly what Lukas needs, because she stands up and pulls him from his laptop. She leads him to the bathroom, shutting the door behind them.
Jackson tosses a water bottle to Micah. “Dude, tell the truth. Did you let her win?”
