“I can scent it, so it was a rhetorical question. But that means Leilani will too.” He huffed. “Jesus, Marc. What were you thinking?”
Marc grunted. “It wasn’t like we had much choice. She pounced on Shawn, and then me.” He turned back now his c**k was tucked in his pants, then reached for El.
When she’d passed out between them, Shawn had grabbed the small kerchief Marc had in his shirt jacket and had tucked it between El’s legs. Then, he’d helped make her presentable, and had grabbed hold of her while Marc tidied up too.
When he passed El over to him, he made a quick move to fasten himself up. Just in time too as Trip strode over to look at El. He cupped her face in his large hand, stroked his thumb over her cheek.
Casting them both a look, he murmured, “You look like you’ve been attac
