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Heart: engaged.
Dick: in love.
Match: made in heaven.
“Archer,” she gasps, clenching around my cock. “Oh God, I think I’m gonna?—”
“Do it,” I growl in her ear. “Come. Come for me. Come with me, beautiful.”
And she does, squeezing my dick in a warm silken fist, and I follow her into pleasure.
Fuck, it’s amazing.
I lean back, and she’s lax against me. We’re both panting. My other mates are sprawled, Kyrian on the sofa, Roman still on the carpet, and yeah, it’s amazing.
“Bed,” I manage. “Shower later.”
But then a buzzing starts, and she stirs.
“My phone.” She struggles to get off me. “Someone’s calling.”
“Let them,” I growl. “It can wait.”
“No, I… I have to get it.” She lifts off me, making us both gasp, and grabs her purse that’s fallen off the sofa to the carpet. My buzzing brain is distracted by her half-naked body, all those curves on display, the jiggle of her tits and perfect ass as she fishes her phone out and answers the call.
What the fuck? After the sex we just had, she’s interested in answering the phone? Unless it’s Sawyer.
But that’s not the name she uses. Not at all. All my hackles are up and I bristle.
Who in the actual fuck is Tyson?
“I’ll get the drugs,” she whispers into the phone. At least that’s what I hear her say. “Don’t worry about the money, Tyson. We’ll be fine. Yeah, they’ll give me a raise, told you. I’m a good vendor.”
Vendor? A raise? What’s going on here?
“I have to go.” She has put her phone away and she’s gathering her dress and shoes from the floor, while the three of us just stare at her in shock, our limbs too heavy to move. “Sorry.”
“Go where?” I demand. “What’s going on?”
“Got something I have to do.”
“Yeah? Who’s Tyson?”
She flinches.
“Brin,” Roman says, lifting his head off the carpet, “if there’s another guy, you should tell us. I mean, maybe you wanted to use us for sex, which, fair enough, can’t complain about that, because it was fucking awesome, but believe it or not, we have feelings for you, and whoever this Tyson is…”
She hesitates. “It’s not like that.”
“Then how is it? Who is Tyson?”
“I’ll tell you another time, okay?” She puts on her bra and my eyes keep dipping to the swells of her breasts. “Don’t… don’t destroy today’s little honeymoon dreamland escape, okay?”
“Dreamland escape? Is that what this was to you?” Kyrian demands. “Who are you? I thought we knew you.”
“I told you that you didn’t,” she says, bitterness creeping into her voice.
What’s happening? This is all wrong. And another thing…
