Aitana's POV
The moment we arrived in Madrid, my legs nearly gave out as I stepped off the plane, just as Tristan had predicted. His arm snaked around my waist, pulling me flush against his side with a smug chuckle.
"Told you," he murmured against my temple, his breath warm.
I elbowed him weakly, but the effect was ruined by how I leaned into him for support. "Shut up."
What the hell is wrong with me? He only used one finger! I would get if he had shoved his c**k like a maniac, but that was not the case.
I need to start working out more. I have two mates, and if my body reacts this way after one night of rough s*x and fingering, I'm doomed.
Tristan’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen, and smirked. "Sebastian."
My stomach flipped. "He watched it al
