“Are you guys clean?” She whispers.
I freeze.
“The company runs bloodwork on us before every new job,” Kenta explains, “to check we’re healthy enough to take it on.”
“Well. So am I.” She says.
Kenta nods. “We know.”
“What?”
“We have access to your health records.”
“That’s creepy.” She gives a little shrug. “Guess you know that I’m on birth control as well, then.”
There’s a pause. “Yes,” I say, my voice coming out ridiculously husky.
She rolls over in Kenta’s arms. “Can we? Please?”
He closes his eyes. “Are you sure you want that?” He asks carefully. “You don’t think it might freak you out?”
She shrugs. “I guess it might. There’s only one way to find out, right? I’m not letting X control my sex life forever.”
“You’re so much braver than me,” I say, completely seriously. A blush blooms on her cheeks.
She lifts her arms to me. “Carry me,” she orders. “I’m too horny to walk.”
I can’t hold back my snort as I stand, picking her up gently. “Diva.”
“You love it.”
Fifty-Six
Briar
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Matt drops me in the middle of my giant bed, and the boys immediately start stripping like it’s some kind of race. I watch, entranced, as a gorgeous array of abs, biceps, and thighs get unveiled right in front of my eyes. Kenta gets undressed first, and climbs on top of me, wrapping a hand around my throat and slanting his mouth over mine. His whole body is practically thrumming against me; he still hasn’t lost that thrilled golden glow he’s been sporting ever since I kissed him in front of the paparazzi.
I gasp as he starts rocking his hips over me, his stiff hard-on rubbing against me as our tongues stroke together. He slides one hand under my thigh, tugging me even closer, and my eyes practically roll back as the base of his shaft crushes against my core. I twist, watching through lowered lids as Glen peels off his undershirt, pulling it over his head and leaving it crumpled on the floor. I reach for him, stretching out to run my fingers down his muscled chest—
Kenta lines up and slides into me in one firm stroke. I gasp as he pushes in deep.
“Jesus! Kenta!”
He starts thrusting into me, fast and shallow, quicker than I’d usually like. Today, though, the overstimulation feels perfect, sending electricity fizzling through all my nerve endings. I shudder, my fingers clawing at his back, rubbing against the rough scar tissue. He freezes on top of me, and I lift my hands. “Shit. Sorry. Does that hurt?”
“Not at all,” he rolls his shoulders, then presses down on me, kissing the side of my throat. “Never thought that someone touching my backwould make me feelgood,” he murmurs. “Kinda used to the opposite.”
“I’m gonna give you so many massages,” I promise. “It’s going to become your number one erogenous zone.”
He laughs into my mouth and kisses me again, rolling his hips much deeper this time. I cry out as he hits the sensitive spot deep inside of me.And then keeps hitting it.
“Roll her over,” Glen says behind us. “I want her on top.”
“Careful,” Matt adds. “Don’t hurt her side.”
Kenta obediently hooks a leg under mine and rolls gracefully, landing flat on his back with me sprawled on top of him. Glen kneels behind me, and I feel his strong, calloused hands slowly stroke over my ass cheeks. “You’re so soft,” he murmurs, trailing a finger down my crack. “Yes?”
