The rain had stopped sometime before dawn. The only sound left was the slow drip from the gutters and the occasional soft shift of bodies in the bed.
Zoe woke first. The door was unlocked, just like she’d asked. The key still sat in the lock, turned the wrong way. Ryan’s arm was heavy across her waist. Lucas’s hand rested open on her thigh, fingers loose in sleep. The rope lay coiled on the floor where it had fallen.
She didn’t get up.
Instead she turned carefully onto her side, facing Lucas, and slid her hand down between them until her fingers wrapped around him. He was already half-hard in his sleep. She stroked him slowly, watching his face. His breath changed first. Then his eyes opened.
“Morning,” she whispered.
Lucas’s hand covered hers, guiding the pace for a second before let
