I’m still trembling on the bed,
chest heaving,
skin slick with sweat and everyone’s fluids,
when Jax’s words sink in.
“That was just the warm-up, Lex.
We’ve got all night.”
My hoarse laugh comes out more like a moan.
“Then f*****g use me.”
The words hang in the air like a challenge.
Four pairs of eyes lock onto me—
hungry,
predatory,
already planning the next round.
Riley is the first to move.
She slides off the bed with feline grace,
her blonde hair tousled,
lips swollen from grinding on my face.
She walks to the minibar,
hips swaying,
bare a*s flexing with every step.
I hear ice clinking into glasses,
the pop of a champagne cork.
“Hydration break,” she announces,
pouring five flutes.
“Can’t have our star passing out too early.”
Marcus chuckles,
deep and rumbling
