Twelve
Erik’s thigh muscles quivered as Jules tilted back her head, letting his c**k slide from her mouth.
Sinking into the corner of the sofa before his legs betrayed him and dumped his a*s on the floor, he watched as she sank against Keegan, his friend’s arms curving around her back to hold her against his chest.
Holy s**t. They were gonna kill themselves if they kept this up. But what a way to go.
He met Keegan’s gaze, still glazed with l**t. And no lingering trace of guilt.
Good.
Yeah… Now what?
Julianne sighed, drawing his attention down to where she rested her head against Keegan’s shoulder, eyes closed and hair mussed from his fingers.
Beautiful.
“Time for bed. Everybody upstairs.”
He looked at Keegan, ready to shoot down any argument he planned. But Keegan shocked the hel
