They finished her on the rug.
Ryan pulled out of her ass last, a thick trickle of come following. Lucas eased free a moment later. Zoe collapsed fully onto her stomach, legs still open, red handprints glowing across both cheeks and the backs of her thighs. She was shaking, sweat-slick, breathing in short broken pulls. Soft, wrecked little sounds kept leaving her throat every time either of them touched her.
Lucas stroked a hand down her spine. Ryan pressed a final, almost gentle kiss to one burning cheek.
“Can you stand?” Lucas asked.
Zoe’s answer was a hoarse, spent laugh. “Ask me in five minutes.”
They gave her ten.
Ryan brought a warm washcloth from the downstairs bathroom. Lucas helped her sit up, then stand. Her legs trembled hard enough that both men had to steady her. They cle
