Darren stepped up, smirking at Carleigh with amusement sparkling in his eyes. "Carleigh, Did you come to make Lyra's mate jealous?" Ronan folded his heavily tattooed arms over his chest. "Or did you come to ride us both again? I did enjoy our last night together before we started back to this shithole we called home." Ronan added.
"That depends," she purred, tracing a blood-red fingernail over my arm. "On?" Ronan asked, narrowing his stare on her finger.
Carleigh laughed, her eyes growing hooded with memories of us double f*****g her on our last night together. "If you can convince Darren to play with us, or not," she said in a husky tone. "You know I want him, but he's hung up on his silly little mate. Convince him, and I'll take you both on again.” She murmured and Ronan snorted, shaki
