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“I can handle it,” I said firmly as I cleared my throat, but Cruz snorted.

“She’s bleeding.”

“Show me,” Drake ordered and I couldn’t help but cringe.

“But—”

“I don’t care about the mess he left behind. I want to check you for damage. If you’re bleeding it means he’s torn something. You might need medical help to avoid infection.” He dropped to his knees in front of me, lifting the shirt to expose me to him. I sucked in a breath as he didn’t hesitate to run his fingers through the mess, his voice gentle. “Open your legs more for me.” I did as he asked, but Cruz saw the discomfort on my face.

“You’re hurting her, dude. Let her wash up and find some ice for her. It might help.”

“Rinse off in the shower then have a cool bath, I don’t think it’s too bad but you’ll be sore for a few days,” Drake murmured, looking up at me. “Trust me. Knox never fucks someone without a condom other than me, and we’re both clean, but—”

“She’s getting tested anyway. Our condom broke,” Cruz said as he crossed his arms. “Unlike Knox though, I used my brain and pulled out before finishing.”

“It’s his way of being an asshole.”

“What’s he going to fucking do when she gets knocked up?” Cruz hissed, and I raked my hand through my tangled hair and blew out a breath, pausing when Drake answered.

“Knox is infertile.”

I felt bad for being relieved, but I couldn’t help it.

“Since when?” Cruz asked slowly, telling me this wasn’t public knowledge.

Drake shrugged, looking uncomfortable for spilling his secrets.

“He found out a few years ago.”

I could tell there was a story behind it but I didn’t pry. Knox was a private person, and if Cruz hadn’t known, then it was obviously something Knox had trusted Drake with.

“I think he assumed it would make us fight,” I said quietly, cringing at Drake. “I’m sorry.”

“As long as you were okay with it. If you weren’t and he pushed you into it—”

“I promise, I told him to,” I said quickly, not wanting them to fight more.

He gave me a small smile, not giving a shit as he literally stuck his blood and cum-soaked fingers in his mouth and licked them clean before replying.

“I know how tempting that fucking asshole can be so I don’t blame you.”

“You’re not mad at me?”

“Why would I be?” He frowned. “We’re not together, Penn. You can see who you want.”

“It’s Knox though,” I mumbled awkwardly, guilt nipping at me. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have—”

He kissed me, his arm wrapping around my lower back to pull me close, the faint taste of Knox hitting my tongue.

Cruz chuckled, gently sliding an arm between us to pull me back.

“Bathroom. I guarantee you’re way too sore to have a round with Drake right now.”

“I was just going to lick the cum and blood from her pussy,” Drake groaned, smirking when I moaned. “I hear a soothing tongue bath helps a tender kitty.”

“One, don’t call it a kitty, you weirdo. Two, leave her alone. You stay here while I clean her up,” Cruz instructed, and as much as Drake was tempting me, I also knew I needed to leave my poor, beaten kitty alone.

“I guess I’ll go get some ice,” Drake grumbled, kissing my cheek. “I’m honestly not mad at you. I’m used to me and him not being exclusive so it doesn’t bother me if you hook up with my besties. I’m pissed at him for using you like that though.”

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