A noise in the other room makes me stiffen.
It’s a cough—Zeb’s cough. Bonnie freezes, and while I should do the same, I’m too high on her tightening cunt to let her go.
I start planning my escape, calculating how long it will take me to get to the door before Zeb opens his, and I pick up my pace. She quakes in my grasp. I wrap my hand around her mouth again, ensuring no rogue screams escape, and lay into her. Her pussy squelches for me—the beautiful melody of her response knowing it’s me making it impossible to stop.
She opens her mouth and bites the palm of my hand like it’s the only thing that will stop her from screaming when shecomes. And when she does… god, when she comes… it soaks my whole hand and the pillow beneath her.
Zeb coughs again, and the smell of pineapple drifts into the room from his vape.
I have to go.
Now.
I drag my wet finger across her stomach, writing out a single word—MINE—then find her mouth. And in the last second before I leave her, she sucks her own release off of my fingers. I kiss her shoulder just as I hear Zeb’s recliner fold, hating that I’m forced to leave this gorgeous creature without cuddling and aftercare, but I’ll have to take extra care of her as Gemma tomorrow.
With a final grab of her ass, I roll over the back of the couch, grabbing my gloves as I do. A squeak sounds from the theater room—my fail safe, which means he’s already at the threshold.
“What the fu—” Zeb’s sleepy mumble makes my stomach drop.
Shit.
I back into the couch’s shadow as he kicks the toy out from beneath the door and emerges into the living room.
My eyes close. I hold my breath. Bonnie could get up and scream that I’m here, completely exposing me… My heart thuds as I reach for the glove on the ground and push it over my hand, then the other—
Fuck, where is my other glove?!
I lean around the couch and peer over the armrest as I hear Zeb flop onto the opposite end of the sectional.
Bonnie is staring at me with wide eyes.
Her face is flush, hair messily strewn over it.
I swallow and press my finger to my lips, on the verge of trembling. She holds my entire life in her hands right now. My anonymity. Her safety.
However, she blinks and lays her head back on the pillow a second later, then curls the blanket up over her shoulder as if nothing ever happened.
Relief sweeps over me. I glance toward Zeb one more time as he begins snoring.
Time to go.
The darkness swallows me as I dart from the couches, through the kitchen, and then to the foyer. I quietly sliding through the door and into the awaiting area between the studio and the elevator.
Liam quirks a brow at me as I emerge, then switches the leg he had crossed over his knee. I yank my mask off and quickly shove on my tight jeans and hoodie that I left in Liam’s care earlier. We don’t dare speak, and as Liam hands me my motorcycle helmet, he makes a gesture with his hand. I frown and tilt my head in confusion, prompting him to point to my bare hand.
Motherfucker.
I still only have one glove.
I glance at the camera in the left corner, flip Kade off because I know he’s watching, and press the down elevator button.
Liam scoffs and goes back to reading his romance novel, and I get onto the elevator in normal clothes in case Mads or Reed are out walking their dogs—not to mention to also lessen suspicions with the building’s security out front.
A heavy breath leaves me when I let my head hit the cold wall.
“Tell me it’s you.”
I smile despite myself, delirium taking over, and I think I even laugh out loud.
