I was lying between them, exhausted and covered in c*m, p***y and ass throbbing in the most delicious way. The room smelled like s*x and sweat, the expensive hotel sheets were destroyed with c*m, sweat and squirt. David was on his back, chest still heaving, one arm flung over his eyes like he couldn’t believe what we’d just done. Cade was propped on an elbow beside me, lazily tracing circles through the mess on my stomach with his fingertip, smirking every time I shivered.
I thought they were finally finished with me.
I was so, so wrong. David turned his head toward me, that wicked glint back in his eyes.
“Baby,” he said, voice hoarse from all the growling, “you still with us?”
I managed a weak laugh. “Barely.”
Cade leaned down, licked my neck, tasting the sweat and c*m there. “Good,”
