They carried her up the stairs between them.
Zoe’s legs still weren’t steady. Lucas had one arm around her waist; Ryan kept a hand low on her back, steadying her when her knees threatened to give. The black t-shirt she’d worn earlier was somewhere on the kitchen floor. She was naked, marked, and leaking their come down her thighs with every step.
Lucas’s bedroom door was still unlocked from the night before. They didn’t bother locking it this time. Ryan kicked it shut behind them. Lucas lowered her onto the bed—the same bed where this had started—and she sank into the sheets with a low, exhausted sound.
They didn’t give her long to rest.
Ryan stretched out on her right side, propped on one elbow, and dragged two fingers through the mess between her legs. He pushed them inside her slowl
