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Deciding to just do what she’d done to play it safe, I pressed two fingers to her clit and rubbed in small circles, a shudder rolling through her.

She parted her legs more as she kept fucking me with her fingers, and I could feel my pussy getting wetter the more she worked.

Maybe this would work after all?

I knew she liked it when I eased a finger inside her because her mouth found mine with a desperate groan, her hand working me a little faster in the process. Tingles grew and a moan slipped free from me before I could stop it, her hand going a little harder until I came with a startled shriek.

“Shh,” she warned in my ear as I fought to stay quiet as her fingers slowed for me to ride it out, her hips rolling a little to encourage me to keep moving my hand. My brain wasn’t working, so she needed to wait a minute. “Feel better?” she teased, lifting her hand from my pussy to her mouth to suck her fingers clean.

There was no way I was doing that. Getting her off with my hand was one thing, but I had zero desire to taste her.

“Don’t talk to me, I need to unscramble my brain,” I answered, making her chuckle.

“Forgot how your hand works too?”

“I’m not good at multitasking.”

“You were doing a good job before you screamed,” she smirked. “Two fingers, and use your other hand to rub my clit.”

I did as she asked, making her curse as I must have gotten the right rhythm going.

She was braced above me, her breathing becoming choppy as she got closer, and then she was burying her face in my neck to muffle the sounds leaving her as her pussy pulsed around me.

How did guys not know when girls faked it? It was kind of obvious when it was real.

I removed my hand, and she caught me off guard a little when she sucked my fingers.

“Thanks, Donovan,” she murmured, pulling away so she could get dressed, handing my clothes over in the process.

I wasn’t sure how to feel. It hadn’t been bad, but I’d definitely felt like something was missing. I got to come though, so I couldn’t complain.

“Hey, you’re not having post-orgasm panic, are you?” she asked, making me realize I hadn’t made a move to get dressed.

“No. Sorry.” I started pulling my clothes on, and she frowned.

“Why are you sorry?”

“I was just thinking. I’m definitely not gay,” I joked, making her snort.

“Did you just call me bad in bed? You didn’t like it?”

“It was good, it just wasn’t the same,” I said carefully. A light laugh left her as she got comfortable beside me again, curling into me when I laid back down.

“I won’t take offense. To be fair, I was going to keep going, but I thought that might not be what you wanted. Baby steps.”

“Bryant, that was a one-off. You got to come to help you sleep, and I got to see what all the fuss was about. That’s the end of it,” I warned. I should have sent her back to her room, but the thought of being on my own after doing that made me uneasy.

“Sure thing,” she answered brightly, her hand slipping up my shirt to rest on my stomach as she spooned me again.

Sleep dragged her under fast, but I was awake for at least another hour before managing to get back to sleep, going over my feelings multiple times in my head.

I also really hoped no one had heard us.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

HUNTER

“Fancy seeing you here,” I chuckled as I sat down in the prison visitation room at a table beside Violet’s. Violet was one of Archer’s best dancers at Wet Dreams, and it was the only reason he probably hadn’t strangled her for continuing to sleep with Lexi.