That's all it takes, and I lose it, following her over the ledge.
“Iskra...” I pump her with my come, which is pulsing harder than usual. My arms shake as I keep coming, my strength leaving me after the biggest orgasm I've ever had burns through me.
“God, baby, you’re perfect,” I say on a groan.
“I love you, Purge. So much. I'm sorry I haven’t been able to make time for you.”
“Never apologize to me, Iskra. My heart is full of love for you. Having you here now is everything.”
She smiles, and a loud vibrating sound comes from the pile of clothes.
“Shit,” I mutter.
Iskra slides off my lap, and I snatch up my phone, seeing a message from Harris.
You and Pretty Girl get your asses back here. Jax is ready to introduce you to the team.
Oops.
“We need to get back, Iskra. Everyone is waiting for us.”
Iskra blushes adorably.
We quickly get dressed, hitting the stairs to go back to our rooms.
The grin on my face will likely give away what we were doing, but I don’t give a single fuck. I'll relish in their jealousy.
Razor
“Where the fuck are they?” An impatient Synn bitches.
As soon as the words leave his mouth, Fiasca and Purge come careening around the corner. They both look disheveled. Once they get closer, I can see Fiasca has an unmistakable glow to her and a big smile.
“Oh, hell no!” I yell, pissed the fuck off. “Did you fuck?”
“Geez, man, chill out,” Purge tosses back, not looking me in the eye.
“This is bullshit. I haven’t even gotten a chance to fuck her yet,” I complain.
“Me neither, fuck.” Synn’s eyes blaze with anger.
Ghost steps out, running full force at Purge, and pushes him. “Fucker.”
Seeing that, 3 jumps in the fray, pushing Purge also. He looks to Ghost for praise, and Ghost nods. 3 snarls, curling his lip. He gets in front of Fiasca, pushing her back and away from Purge.
“Come on, guys, fuck.” Fiasca throws her hands up in the air. “Quit fighting!”
“What about you? You fuck her, 3?” I toss the question out.
3 shakes his head firmly, several times. I grunt, happy with that, at least.
“Do you even know how to fuck?” a thoughtful Frost questions.
3 rolls his eyes so hard he must get a headache. He doesn’t bother to react beyond that.
“Okay, you damn heathens. Get your shit together. It's time to meet the ZYGOS team,” Harris sighs.
“Aren’t you pissed, bro?” Trikk asks him.
